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When your life sounds like the plot to an action movie
10 years ago
So... life is a crazy thing and thankfully, in my case, it seems to be balancing out on the side of good. *knocks on wood*
Let me tell you a story that doesn't sound real, yet somehow has happened. I still don't even believe it myself.
Six month's ago, my uncle, who'd suffered a lot of tragedy in his life (divorce, death of loved ones, serious injury, lost his job, and was almost homeless) started asking for financial help from my Grandmother. Obviously he deserved a little help, so she started sending him money for rent and food. $10,000+ later he goes missing. His rent hadn't been paid in months and no one, not even his sons had seen him. Yet, we get a Christmas card from him signed by a mysterious woman none of us had ever heard about. A private investigator was hired and managed to track him down. My mother, concerned for his safety, flew across the country to find him- with only the help of the PI she'd hired. The week before she was scheduled to fly over, the PI lost my uncle's trail, but she went anyway. The day after she landed they found him and rescued him with the help of the local police. He was beat-up and had obviously been abused for a fair stretch of time and drugged to the point of needing to be brought to the hospital. He survived his withdrawls in the ER and was checked into a rehab center where he will be recovering for the next month and a half.
Yeah...
All I can say is that I am so proud of my mom. She was so incredibly brave, and smart about how she went about trying to get my uncle back. She did everything from go into disguise when she landed to swapping out rental cars repeatedly to protect herself from being followed by the people who were holding my uncle, well... hostage.
The same day my Uncle was rescued, my sister-in-law went into labor earlier than expected. Her labor went really well and incredibly quick. My new niece was born and I held her in my arms for the first time that day. She was born healthy, with all her beautiful tiny fingers and toes and my sister-in-law is doing well.
To whomever or whatever is protecting my family, thank you. This last month was a scary place, between all of this (and more... ) family stuff and my brushes with severe food allergy reactions in the past few weeks, but things are coming back around.
This weekend I scrapped together enough money to go to ANE and between all the hugs, smiles, reconnecting, and dancing, I feel like a whole new fluff. I know I have been disappearing a lot in between posts, but I think it's because I hate to share bad news or bad energy. So whenever I can't be bouncy and joyful I retreat, and bury myself in busy-work. (Which, for those of you who follow my human exploits I'm sure you've seen the uptick in activity over there.) I know there are a few of you who have been hurt by this tendency of mine, for that I am sorry. It was not my intention to neglect my friendships, I just hate to push my hardships, frustrations and fears on others. Although, that's what friends are there for. But it's a very deeply baked trait of mine.
I can write about it all now because I am feeling so much more hopeful, invigorated and alive again. And to everyone I met or hung out with, or talked to this weekend, you all played a huge part in bringing me back. Thank you. I seriously love you all even though I don't tell you enough.
Let me tell you a story that doesn't sound real, yet somehow has happened. I still don't even believe it myself.
Six month's ago, my uncle, who'd suffered a lot of tragedy in his life (divorce, death of loved ones, serious injury, lost his job, and was almost homeless) started asking for financial help from my Grandmother. Obviously he deserved a little help, so she started sending him money for rent and food. $10,000+ later he goes missing. His rent hadn't been paid in months and no one, not even his sons had seen him. Yet, we get a Christmas card from him signed by a mysterious woman none of us had ever heard about. A private investigator was hired and managed to track him down. My mother, concerned for his safety, flew across the country to find him- with only the help of the PI she'd hired. The week before she was scheduled to fly over, the PI lost my uncle's trail, but she went anyway. The day after she landed they found him and rescued him with the help of the local police. He was beat-up and had obviously been abused for a fair stretch of time and drugged to the point of needing to be brought to the hospital. He survived his withdrawls in the ER and was checked into a rehab center where he will be recovering for the next month and a half.
Yeah...
All I can say is that I am so proud of my mom. She was so incredibly brave, and smart about how she went about trying to get my uncle back. She did everything from go into disguise when she landed to swapping out rental cars repeatedly to protect herself from being followed by the people who were holding my uncle, well... hostage.
The same day my Uncle was rescued, my sister-in-law went into labor earlier than expected. Her labor went really well and incredibly quick. My new niece was born and I held her in my arms for the first time that day. She was born healthy, with all her beautiful tiny fingers and toes and my sister-in-law is doing well.
To whomever or whatever is protecting my family, thank you. This last month was a scary place, between all of this (and more... ) family stuff and my brushes with severe food allergy reactions in the past few weeks, but things are coming back around.
This weekend I scrapped together enough money to go to ANE and between all the hugs, smiles, reconnecting, and dancing, I feel like a whole new fluff. I know I have been disappearing a lot in between posts, but I think it's because I hate to share bad news or bad energy. So whenever I can't be bouncy and joyful I retreat, and bury myself in busy-work. (Which, for those of you who follow my human exploits I'm sure you've seen the uptick in activity over there.) I know there are a few of you who have been hurt by this tendency of mine, for that I am sorry. It was not my intention to neglect my friendships, I just hate to push my hardships, frustrations and fears on others. Although, that's what friends are there for. But it's a very deeply baked trait of mine.
I can write about it all now because I am feeling so much more hopeful, invigorated and alive again. And to everyone I met or hung out with, or talked to this weekend, you all played a huge part in bringing me back. Thank you. I seriously love you all even though I don't tell you enough.
and while i know your want to retreat ( i like to hide too) i hope you at least had a person or two you could talk to .--. that's a lot for someone to carry on their own =/ (though I am glad you can talk about it now)
Hard to believe it's all so very real. Perhaps this is a sign that more good things are to come? Usually good things come around after bad, at least that's what I choose to believe anyhow XD
For what it's worth, I enjoy both your furry antics and your human stuff.
And holy crap, you're right - that IS the plot of an action movie...