In the beginning…

Those are words that have been spoken for centuries. Thousands upon thousands have used it in context of teaching about the Bible. Today I’m using them to start off my first ever blog. In the beginning is where we start things, obviously, and I’m going to share where we are going with this.

My 65th birthday has come and gone( yay, Medicare! ), and I was wondering what I could do that might help some people navigate life. Whether it be a word of comfort, or encouragement, or maybe I’ve written something funny that may lift your spirits. Through some near fatal events in my life, I’m finding myself kind of useless right now and I’m not used to that at all. Ever been there before? My heart and prayers go out to all those who are disabled, it is not fun.

I named my blog after a scripture verse found in my favorite book, the Bible. It’s from the Gospel of John, chapter 14, verse 6. This is Jesus, the Christ, speaking to his disciples at the end of the famous Last Supper. He is telling them He has to leave them, and they want to know where He is going. He states “ I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father but through me ” . ( New King James Version )

The blog is titled : This – way – truth – life.blog. We are going to journey through this way, what way. , whose way? , my wrong way, His perfect way. We’re going to discuss this truth. Which truth? , whose truth? , my misconception of the truth, outside truths, and how I finally understood the truth. Finally, this life. Are we living the life we were intended to? , is it the dream life? , how to screw up your life ( how I did it ) , thank God for 2nd chances and more at life, and why did Jesus call himself the life?

Now that you know how this is going to go, I guess I should say something about myself. I live in Florida on the east coast. I’m an implant from New York. In 1988 my then wife and I were all excited to move to vacation land. 33 years later and many changes, it has been far from vacation land. ( I did move to Reading Pa for 4 years to help my Mom and Dad)

I was born and raised on Long Island NY in the suburbs. Life wasn’t all that bad until 9th grade when I became the butt of everyone’s jokes. Yep, I was the guy who got bullied. This went on until my senior year. I hated school, and got mad at my father and mother who weren’t much help through it all. Funny though, I never once had a thought of major retaliation. Maybe a nice punch in a couple of kids faces but never hurting people to the point of death. I later learned that God was with me even then even though it didn’t feel like it. I had prayed a lot for Him to make it all stop, but it didn’t help. There’s a funny thing about prayer that took me a long time to learn.

At the age of 14 I had started my way to becoming an alcoholic and drug addict. I did what I could to fit in instead of walking away. I was depressed and the only thing that helped was drinking, which of course made it worse. I remember smoking pot and drinking with my supposed best friend and his new buddies and listening to them laughing at me through out the night. I had decided to live the old saying “ If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em ” . My grades started to fall, I became the class clown, and began to get into trouble. I was thrilled to graduate and leave the high school.

I never applied to any colleges, which was to bad, I should have left town for 4 years. I ended up in community college taking the usual AA courses. I really needed the other AA, but I denied I had any problem with alcohol. I took a girl from our rival school to her prom. Thank God my complexion cleared up and my parents got me contacts. No more “ zit face ” or “ four eyes ”. Never went to my own prom. I got a part time job and met a coworker who I started dating. Still drinking and smoking weed and cigarettes, occasionally taking pills and snorting cocaine. By my 20th birthday I was married and a father of a beautiful baby girl. ( she still is all of that and more! )

Well you can see which way I had chosen, and I walked away from the Catholic Church as soon as I could. God was no help for me. I accepted my own truth, and I was living the life my choices were leading me into. Today I am still living with the consequences of my choices and actions. I may not have been that keen on furthering my education, but I was already entrenched in the school of life. The feeling of something was missing was prevalent, but I didn’t know what it could be.

I think this is a good place to end for now. Google says to keep it around a thousand words. I will be adding to the blog each week. Feel free to share your thoughts and questions. God bless all who reads this ❤️