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Maybe.. Maybe that's why I'm here?
2 years ago
Greetings once again fellow FA Artists, writers, Photographers, crafters, fursuiters and other highly creative people.
No more time to be Sad. No more of this suffering and wallowing in my sorrows. Sure, the heat here has been bringing people down, but I feel I'm back on the mend, and I'm pleased to announce that the abrasion on my Right Shin that landed me in the ER is now healed, and I can get back to wearing my compression socks and long pants again. When I started writing Journals here on FA I didn't want to bore my readers with my tales of woe and misfortune, and I resolved to cry out ONLY if I truly needed help. All I can say is that quite a few of those who have followed me and responded to my comments have sometimes provided me with a good shoulder to cry on, or a sympathetic ear that helped me get through my trials. I appreciated it when others helped me figure out how to fix my computer and car problems, and I really enjoyed sharing my stories with the others who've had similar experiences and gave me guidance and emotional support.
Recently, an incident made realization dawn on me that despite all the trials and tribulations I've been through these past twenty years that got me here to Pasadena once again had a seemingly special purpose in mind for me, and I have been grateful to have survived to carry out this celestial plan that the Fates have outlined for me. You understand, that ever since the near fatal automobile accident in 2021, I have been so shaken up by the ordeal that I stopped driving and I'm still reluctant to get behind the wheel again. Because of this, I ride the local transit buses to get around. True, the system has its limitations and I lose a lot of time waiting for the buses to come by. However, it's better than nothing, and I do enjoy riding to my destinations and only having to walk a few blocks to the next stop or station. That's one of the ways I get my "Daily" exercise.
So... There's that saying about how "it takes a Village to raise a child," and I've discovered that sometimes A bus can become a miniature "Village" unto itself. Each day I get on the bus I see quite a few of the same people, so I tip my hat to the ladies, and of course smile or nod to the gentlemen I recognize. Recently, one of my "Bus Buddies" met with me at the bus stop, and we got to discussing our art projects. Earlier we met at another stop, and my friend had several large pieces of cardboard sitting next to him. Later as we chatted, I found out that he attended and eventually taught at the Art Center School of design not too far from where I'm living now. I found out he's an "Old Style" illustrator, and he used to work at Chippendales in Hollywood, where he perfected his skills at drawing, painting and photographing beautiful women, and the occasional Male dance performer.
Recently, our conversations took on a surreptitious tone as my friend admitted to me that he was considering jumping off the Colorado Street Bridge. We discussed the dark subject and I tried to persuade him to find a way to get through his depression and told him that I'd really miss "Talking Art" with him, if he carried out his dark plan. So, Thursday, we got together and just talked. We spoke of our experiences, how we learned and of course how we were raised in our families. Of course, we looked over each other's artworks and my friend didn't know about the "Furry" fandom, Anthropomorphic Animals or even the Comic Book "Game," but he seemed to appreciate the skill and craftsmanship in my works as I respected his. So, I left our long conversation feeling that I had given him a chance to carry on, and hopefully a way to deal with the little problems that would bring him down. As we walked back towards Schirm's house in the 100 degrees + heat, my friend found a fluffy feather on the sidewalk. He told me that he considered finding feathers a sign of good fortune. I'm certain he will add it to his collections.
Talk about things being in the right place at the right time. You know? I'm starting to believe this stuff about Angels. I feel that every day I'll see my friend will be another "Little Victory."
Mister Foxy... Life Saver?
"Peace."
No more time to be Sad. No more of this suffering and wallowing in my sorrows. Sure, the heat here has been bringing people down, but I feel I'm back on the mend, and I'm pleased to announce that the abrasion on my Right Shin that landed me in the ER is now healed, and I can get back to wearing my compression socks and long pants again. When I started writing Journals here on FA I didn't want to bore my readers with my tales of woe and misfortune, and I resolved to cry out ONLY if I truly needed help. All I can say is that quite a few of those who have followed me and responded to my comments have sometimes provided me with a good shoulder to cry on, or a sympathetic ear that helped me get through my trials. I appreciated it when others helped me figure out how to fix my computer and car problems, and I really enjoyed sharing my stories with the others who've had similar experiences and gave me guidance and emotional support.
Recently, an incident made realization dawn on me that despite all the trials and tribulations I've been through these past twenty years that got me here to Pasadena once again had a seemingly special purpose in mind for me, and I have been grateful to have survived to carry out this celestial plan that the Fates have outlined for me. You understand, that ever since the near fatal automobile accident in 2021, I have been so shaken up by the ordeal that I stopped driving and I'm still reluctant to get behind the wheel again. Because of this, I ride the local transit buses to get around. True, the system has its limitations and I lose a lot of time waiting for the buses to come by. However, it's better than nothing, and I do enjoy riding to my destinations and only having to walk a few blocks to the next stop or station. That's one of the ways I get my "Daily" exercise.
So... There's that saying about how "it takes a Village to raise a child," and I've discovered that sometimes A bus can become a miniature "Village" unto itself. Each day I get on the bus I see quite a few of the same people, so I tip my hat to the ladies, and of course smile or nod to the gentlemen I recognize. Recently, one of my "Bus Buddies" met with me at the bus stop, and we got to discussing our art projects. Earlier we met at another stop, and my friend had several large pieces of cardboard sitting next to him. Later as we chatted, I found out that he attended and eventually taught at the Art Center School of design not too far from where I'm living now. I found out he's an "Old Style" illustrator, and he used to work at Chippendales in Hollywood, where he perfected his skills at drawing, painting and photographing beautiful women, and the occasional Male dance performer.
Recently, our conversations took on a surreptitious tone as my friend admitted to me that he was considering jumping off the Colorado Street Bridge. We discussed the dark subject and I tried to persuade him to find a way to get through his depression and told him that I'd really miss "Talking Art" with him, if he carried out his dark plan. So, Thursday, we got together and just talked. We spoke of our experiences, how we learned and of course how we were raised in our families. Of course, we looked over each other's artworks and my friend didn't know about the "Furry" fandom, Anthropomorphic Animals or even the Comic Book "Game," but he seemed to appreciate the skill and craftsmanship in my works as I respected his. So, I left our long conversation feeling that I had given him a chance to carry on, and hopefully a way to deal with the little problems that would bring him down. As we walked back towards Schirm's house in the 100 degrees + heat, my friend found a fluffy feather on the sidewalk. He told me that he considered finding feathers a sign of good fortune. I'm certain he will add it to his collections.
Talk about things being in the right place at the right time. You know? I'm starting to believe this stuff about Angels. I feel that every day I'll see my friend will be another "Little Victory."
Mister Foxy... Life Saver?
"Peace."
-2Paw.
Because trying to make sense of everything is impossible... but it keeps you sane.
Dog on, my brother... dog on.
An angel gets his wings.And it ain't hardly Christmas yet.
Life, Death, Reincarnation and Second Chances
Sometimes I have to remember to look forward, not down or back ... its easy to forget.
Take care of yourself :)
Because every place, every moment, every person is made up of countless little things.
Being a good thing is a satisfying legacy to pursue, in my opinion at least.
Vix
Hopefully, AI can do at least one useful thing in our lives and plunge headlong into that which we all fear the most: death.
People do naturally need to talk more nowadays.
It has been done and done well.
However, I do believe in miracles. I jokingly call those the 'last vestiges of mortal magic" This fellow needed help and you needed another friend,
Seems what ever powers that be, decided to guide you to one another.
I'm thankful for that. I do see how the feather works. As cranes are seen as a sign of fortune and prosperity. Particularly, in ancient Chinese idioms
Does he have a particular bird he likes? Perhaps a feather from said bird or one of similar design might help ease his mind.
Also..I don't know if this would help but, you mentioned his love of art. Would have any examples he'd be willing to share?
One of those "I have an acquaintance who loves to look at others art. You mentioned photography. Have you anything you're particularly proud of I could tell them about?"
But anyways stay safe and have a good rest of your day, goodbye and take care
One time coming back from lunch we were unable to get back into the building because of this exact type of situation where someone was or going to leap off the bridge.
This was years ago though. I'm thankfully done with military time and the unit got shut down after I left when some base consolidation act was passed. Building is long gone now. It wasn't anything special but if you look up Desiderio Army Reserve Center you may find some pictures of it. Theres houses underneath the bridge now with the community named after the complex that stood there.
--Mozdoc
That day you were his angel.
It's a rewarding feeling being the light when someone desperately needs one and shines their way out of darkness.
I wish you gentlemen the very best, and that you both may craft up more wonderful things on your own, or together!
The heavens above bless you!
"You say your life is your own,” went on Mr. Satterthwaite. “But can you dare to ignore the chance that you are taking part in a gigantic drama under the orders of a divine Producer? Your cue may not come till the end of the play—it may be totally unimportant, a mere walking-on part, but upon it may hang the issues of the play if you do not give the cue to another player. The whole edifice may crumple. You as you, may not matter to anyone in the world, but you as a person in a particular place may matter unimaginably."
-Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Mr. Quin
a number of years ago I was in a similar situation to your friend: depression dawning on me, and there I stood that the train station, train coming in, and there was this thought: "One step forward and it'll be all over." I never did that step. I don't know what took me back, maybe the thought of people missing me, the things I wanted to accomplish, somethign like that? certainly not the train driver and his mind after runnign over someone, so shame on me.
so I went home, feeling a bit numb, but I was still feeling. feeling unable to just give up.
things improved since then, but other things... didn't. still I'm gonna stay, too many ideas to voice, too many places to see and too many people to meet.
and, since a year or so now, people who depend on me, more or less.