If heartache wrote the story, then surely I've seen my share, but I am an eternal optimist and still believe in prayer. It does not mean my faith is intact, only that I still believe, that when my book is complete, God will have a better place for me.
I have no complaints in the life I've had thus far, as I am doing much better than many that I know. I never took the vow of poverty and charity, but it seems my path was semi-predestined, as troubles have come my way. As an Irish Colleen, I must keep my sense of humor and laugh beneath my breath that success will probably come posthumously, if ever at all.
At least, I enjoy the process of writing and have enjoyed some journalistic accomplishments. The biggest joy; however, besides having two kids who have showered me with my grey locks, is knowing that I have been able to help a few people and teach them the skills they seek. Some cannot read or do simple math, while others lack confidence, and I am able to listen.
I may not don the habit, but I do try to be charitable. My personal life strays from the Catholic Church, but I am happy in the sense that I am now a free thinker.
For those mothers, who are struggling with their children, in whatever capacity, it is with you that I most identify. My son and daughter as well as myself have had to come to terms with mental illness. Sadly, now despite my best efforts to protect my son, he languishes in a prison cell because the system is so out of touch with needs of our young people.
Last year at this time, it was in the State of Washington, that my daughter walked aimlessly amidst the streets, lost in a state, she did not know. For three days she was missing. She was released from a hospital without a proper plan. She was homeless 3000 miles away from me. I did what all mothers do, if they have been raised with faith, I prayed. Now my son is in Washington State 3000 miles away from me, and I can do nothing more, than what I have done, which is to trust the public defender to provide my son the best counsel, knowing that I have given him every bit of detail that I can. I knew my son needed help and for three days I reached out along with family members by contacting Providence Hospital in Everett, Washington and law enforcement to try and get him help. I knew he had stopped taking his medication, but know one in authority was interested until there was a crisis. Please join me in advocating on stopping the insanity.
I implore all of you who are mothers or fathers or those who don the judicial robe, legislators and care takers, please aid me in advocating for change in the system at both the Federal and State levels, so our children as they enter adulthood have the proper treatment and skills necessary to forge a better life for themselves.
I know my children. My daughter, at age 16, was a Student Ambassador and traveled to France, Spain and Italy. President Dwight Eisenhower recognized the impact war had on our people and began the People to People Student Ambassador Program to help bridge new alliances and cultural understanding. My daughter was also a member of the Ladies Auxiliary Jr. Girls. She is highly intelligent and feisty. Now at age 26, she is developing her sense of purpose and thinking about going back to college. I know she can be successful, provided the proper support.
My son was in college and was working full-time as a manager when this latest incident occurred. Like many young people he has struggled with things that have complicated the matter. As a student, he was doing well, but when you have a chemical imbalance, some things need to be left alone. He is a young man, who contemplated joining the Navy, but the same day he was to sign the paperwork in Michigan, he lashed out and was placed in jail. In one of our latest conversation, when he had been attending school, he talked about how upsetting it was to watch the world chaos and listen to his professor in a World History speak. He pulled out of school that semester because the class was too much for him. He went back just prior to this latest incident took an English class where he studied Anime and Japanese culture along with math. He was pleased with his English grade, but disappointed in his math grade because he had to work the day before the final.
The school is working with my son and is aware of the situation. I can only pray, he is granted the opportunity to finish, as he indicated he wants to be a teacher. I know he will be an excellent teacher and mentor. He is social and well liked. He is 22 now and struggled to earn his high school diploma, but he did it. He is intelligent, but has dyslexia. Help me raise awareness on a national and international level concerning mental illness. If properly treated and monitored, anyone can enjoy success in life, as long as medications are adhered to.
Our children are the future of our nations, and we must bequeath them a better life than the international crisis in the world we have today. We must believe in our children to have the backbone to be the men and women who will lead our countries to Peace.
War is temporal in time and place, and yet, its destruction leaves minds and hearts forever changed. Our Veterans lay in all continents with dreams unfilled. May peace be upon you, السلام عليكم.
I have no complaints in the life I've had thus far, as I am doing much better than many that I know. I never took the vow of poverty and charity, but it seems my path was semi-predestined, as troubles have come my way. As an Irish Colleen, I must keep my sense of humor and laugh beneath my breath that success will probably come posthumously, if ever at all.
At least, I enjoy the process of writing and have enjoyed some journalistic accomplishments. The biggest joy; however, besides having two kids who have showered me with my grey locks, is knowing that I have been able to help a few people and teach them the skills they seek. Some cannot read or do simple math, while others lack confidence, and I am able to listen.
I may not don the habit, but I do try to be charitable. My personal life strays from the Catholic Church, but I am happy in the sense that I am now a free thinker.
For those mothers, who are struggling with their children, in whatever capacity, it is with you that I most identify. My son and daughter as well as myself have had to come to terms with mental illness. Sadly, now despite my best efforts to protect my son, he languishes in a prison cell because the system is so out of touch with needs of our young people.
Last year at this time, it was in the State of Washington, that my daughter walked aimlessly amidst the streets, lost in a state, she did not know. For three days she was missing. She was released from a hospital without a proper plan. She was homeless 3000 miles away from me. I did what all mothers do, if they have been raised with faith, I prayed. Now my son is in Washington State 3000 miles away from me, and I can do nothing more, than what I have done, which is to trust the public defender to provide my son the best counsel, knowing that I have given him every bit of detail that I can. I knew my son needed help and for three days I reached out along with family members by contacting Providence Hospital in Everett, Washington and law enforcement to try and get him help. I knew he had stopped taking his medication, but know one in authority was interested until there was a crisis. Please join me in advocating on stopping the insanity.
I implore all of you who are mothers or fathers or those who don the judicial robe, legislators and care takers, please aid me in advocating for change in the system at both the Federal and State levels, so our children as they enter adulthood have the proper treatment and skills necessary to forge a better life for themselves.
I know my children. My daughter, at age 16, was a Student Ambassador and traveled to France, Spain and Italy. President Dwight Eisenhower recognized the impact war had on our people and began the People to People Student Ambassador Program to help bridge new alliances and cultural understanding. My daughter was also a member of the Ladies Auxiliary Jr. Girls. She is highly intelligent and feisty. Now at age 26, she is developing her sense of purpose and thinking about going back to college. I know she can be successful, provided the proper support.
My son was in college and was working full-time as a manager when this latest incident occurred. Like many young people he has struggled with things that have complicated the matter. As a student, he was doing well, but when you have a chemical imbalance, some things need to be left alone. He is a young man, who contemplated joining the Navy, but the same day he was to sign the paperwork in Michigan, he lashed out and was placed in jail. In one of our latest conversation, when he had been attending school, he talked about how upsetting it was to watch the world chaos and listen to his professor in a World History speak. He pulled out of school that semester because the class was too much for him. He went back just prior to this latest incident took an English class where he studied Anime and Japanese culture along with math. He was pleased with his English grade, but disappointed in his math grade because he had to work the day before the final.
The school is working with my son and is aware of the situation. I can only pray, he is granted the opportunity to finish, as he indicated he wants to be a teacher. I know he will be an excellent teacher and mentor. He is social and well liked. He is 22 now and struggled to earn his high school diploma, but he did it. He is intelligent, but has dyslexia. Help me raise awareness on a national and international level concerning mental illness. If properly treated and monitored, anyone can enjoy success in life, as long as medications are adhered to.
Our children are the future of our nations, and we must bequeath them a better life than the international crisis in the world we have today. We must believe in our children to have the backbone to be the men and women who will lead our countries to Peace.
War is temporal in time and place, and yet, its destruction leaves minds and hearts forever changed. Our Veterans lay in all continents with dreams unfilled. May peace be upon you, السلام عليكم.
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