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CHAPTER 34 Pivotal Week

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copyright 2015 Chris Smith  All rights reserved.

I went down to the Glass House for a visit with my Parents in the late morning. We all sat together in their new bedroom. Dad was sitting on the king-size bed.

"Remember how I said a week or so ago that it was going to be a pivotal day for us," Dad said.

"Yeah," I said.

"Well this week is going to be a pivotal week for us."

"Really?"

"You don't feel it," Dad asked.

"Not really," I replied.

"It's important we all have our minds focused on [he spread both arms open widely in the air] what we want," Dad said.

I trusted him though. I didn't know how but I knew Dad would help bring us through. I sure didn't feel different about anything that was going on. Sure, I'd had the feelings of "pure bliss" before. The small windows where my soul knew that everything was going to be okay.

Maybe that's what it felt like to be high on drugs. The only difference was, I didn't take drugs to feel it. You just had to be in the right mindset. I suppose you could feel it every day if you figured out a way to stay connected to the divine energy, or whatever you wanted to call it, and not react to everything that was happening around you.

But I didn't have any of those bliss feelings now. It was all I could do to claw my way through each day. I didn't feel any hope anywhere. All I felt was dread and bottomless pits. I hoped there was a scrap of sanity left of me when this was all over.

Dad got a call from one of the veteran organizations he's a member of, asking him if he had anyone to attend to the luncheon they were having that day. He had completely forgotten.

"Yeah, you know Dad, I wouldn't beat yourself up about it. It's amazing you're getting done as much as you are, with all the veteran organizations you're a member of [we counted like fifteen], and oh by the way dealing with all Foreclosures and Evictions."

"That's true," Dad said.

My Parents had a road meeting later that afternoon. Some neighbors had heard what was happening to us. They walked up to my Parents after the meeting and gave them each a hug.

"I'm not going to worry about you guys," one neighbor said to my Dad.

"You're not?"

"No. Because I know everything is going to be okay," she said.

We had no clue if things were going to be okay. They sure didn't look okay to us, in the middle of the fray. No sir. They didn't look okay at all. And they didn't feel okay, either.

What's okay about losing your home?

How do you make that okay?


"Average cost of a new home in 2009 ranged from $245,000 at the start of the year to $278,000 U.S. dollars by the end of the year."

U.S. Census Bureau


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