Walk With Me

When I first read the caption of writing about your passion, I started instantly thinking about my walk of life. Ever since I was young I wanted to help and it didn't matter where, how, who or when. It was a deep joy that gave me a feeling I couldn't put into words. An overwhelming happiness and peace so deep its addictive. Currently I am a mother of two teenagers and have countless experiences that this life has given. Some have been blessings and some have been painful lessons. But I always pulled through every time. I have seen many of my friends fall victim to drugs or shootings. And have listened for countless hours to many people who just needed to vent. All anyone has ever wanted was someone to hear them. Someone to help them sort out their personal problems without judgement. I recently starting loving myself again. And let me tell you that was a difficult task to say the least. But in my struggles I have been blessed to have learned many different things that I can now put to use for my true internal passion. Helping Others. Sometimes people get lost in their pain and struggles and feel like they can never feel whole happy or alive again. I feel like its my job to help them through the battle of hopelessness. The healing process of ones soul and whole being is a roller coaster ride that no one should have to ride alone. Being committed and passionate about helping to heal is the best commitment I have ever made to myself. I know I will never be able to help as many as I wish but I can help as many that want to heal. Ultimately my end goal is to start a non-profit organization for children of any kind. This is my desired passion for my children as well as all other children. If I can provide a " forever foundation" for children or families that struggle just to pay bill and survive monthly, weekly, or even daily bases I will be so happy. The out line is this, when I was sixteen if I would have owned a piece of property somewhere, I am sure it would not have mattered. When I was at the age of twenty six i would have wanted to sell it because it would have meant money. And at thirty six I would have appreciated having my own little place to be that no one could tell me that I could no longer be there. No matter if it was a mobile home, a self built one room cabin, or a mansion , it would have been a place to start. No matter where life took me and no matter where I travelled, I always would have a place to start over. The ability to help in so many ways is a dream of mine that I will continue to thrive for daily. Because see my family are wonderful God fearing insightful people. They have all accomplished many things in their lives. My mom was the "black sheep" because she was wild back in the day. She would drink and smoke and even do acid she says. But her heart has always been so pure and bold and many have taken advantage of that. This is something that I will touch on later when I can go into details. I have watched my mother work two and three jobs at one time, trade a can of cigarettes for a can of soup so I could eat. You see, she wouldve done anything for me when in fact all I really needed was HOME. But It has taken me almost five years from the start of my spiritual journey to figure out that my favorite color is blue in search of what home really is to me. So it is my opinion that if I can start something with the ability to help a child or a spirit feel like the struggle of surviving isnt the only thing that life is about, then i want to. If I can truly pull this idea into a reality it can be a foundation built on love care acceptance and honor for people that may not have been as blessed in this life as others.