It’s been a while since I’ve blogged. Everything has sort of been placed on hold, as far as my writing goes. I was recently hired as a Fire Dispatcher. This is something I’ve been wanting to do—since I left my job as a fire-fighter with the military.
Over the past several years, my wife and I have lived at various places, enjoying nature, and sight-seeing. We were fortunate enough to not have to go to work. I took a few side jobs just for the heck of it here and there, but that was about it. We slept in and stood up late, laughed, and had a wonderful time raising our daughter, who is now eight years old. You could call it retirement at a young age. We went on hikes, trips to lakes, enjoyed cabin living, long scenic walks for hours in the woods and loved every minute of it. I couldn’t imagine us doing this when we reach 60 years old lol, as I’m already beginning to feel worn.
For now I’ve returned back to the workforce. We’re going to be purchasing a new house for Christmas, and will be visiting Thailand sometime next year, during my two week vacation. I’m currently working four ten hour shifts, and then I have three days off a week. I’m loving what I’m doing. It almost feels odd putting on a uniform for work. I suppose I’m feeling nostalgic this morning, and grateful. When you put things into perspective, life is beautiful.
I met my current wife (Jenny) eight years ago, while in the military. We were both going through difficulties. My ex-wife had cheated on me, I was in the process of getting divorced, and couldn’t have felt more broken. Jenny was having issues with her co-workers, and was depressed. Two of the females she worked with were constantly harassing her—throwing chairs- screaming. When my wife threatened to take it to IG, her sergeant threatened her, since he knew he was wrong for not stopping what had been going on at the office. Military life is sometimes-- much like being imprisoned and stuck in situations you have no control of. My wife tried to transfer to another unit, but she was told she couldn’t. (She was also going through other things at the same time.)
I can’t say my experience in the military was anything like that. I loved everything about the military. I met so many amazing people who I have much respect for. My wife was just given a bad hand of cards.
I met her at a hospital outside of Ft. Polk, while I was picking up my medication for my depression as well as getting bloodwork for out processing. She was there, in a gown. She had overdosed and attempted suicide through another method, which is probably too graphic to discuss. One word, one smile—I was drawn. We kept in touch and I visited her while she was in recovery at a clinic. She left a voicemail on my cell the day she began her long drive back home, from Louisiana to California. I thought I’d never see her again. Two months later, when I was on my way home to Washington, I decided to drop by. Her family was very welcoming. They allowed me to stay until I found somewhere to rent. I knew I would never find anyone like the woman I’d fallen for, so I rented a place a few blocks away from where she was staying, deciding to stay in California. We barely knew each other but we got married within a few months, and have been together since.
All relationships have up and downs, but I’ve never wanted to be a better person. Jenny sort of brings that out in people. She’s fun, crazy, has a free spirit, she's kind, and if I did believe in fate, I’d say we went through what we did in order for us to meet.
As many of you know, writing has always been a hobby of mine. She’s the woman who found my writings tucked away. She’s more computer savvy than I am, so she launched and designed this blog for me (I know quite a few of you were asking me who did the html and scripting for my blog), she uploaded my books, and then Permuted Press picked me up as one of their authors. I’m hoping to get back to writing later this year.
I don’t usually share much about my personal life. My wife and I like to keep things very private. Having to take 911 calls on the job, and dispatch help, has me feeling grateful that our family is still here. I don’t know how many confirmed deaths I have dealt with this month, but its been quite a few. We each have our own journey. We don’t know if we’ll be alive tomorrow or if today is the last day you’ll see the ones you love. Be safe. Be smart. Love hard. I’ve gone off topic J
Once The Road to Nowhere 3 is published, I’ll probably take a break from writing. Thank you to all the loyal fans that have patiently waited for book three. I promise you the wait will be worth it.
“Paths meet for a reason. Our journeys aren’t always easy, but when you get to where you’re supposed to be, it all makes sense.”