This past week has been tough for us with a lot of personal things happening. We don’t usually share much, but this has been particularly stressful, filled with drama and a lot of questioning.
One thing that keeps standing out is how much some people lack **respect**. A few days ago, a neighbor came over, and while we were outside, we saw a motorcyclist going down Powerline Rd, which is closed off and impassable. He reached the end, turned around, and instead of heading back the proper way, he cut right through our property, ignoring “No Trespassing” signs and us standing there.
When we shouted that he was on private property, he flipped us off and continued to the end of our driveway. He then turned back toward us, but when Brent and our neighbor started walking down the driveway, the motorcyclist finally turned and left.
Now, if he had simply stopped and said he was lost or thought it was a road, we would have gladly told him to go ahead. But he chose to be disrespectful, and for what? Respect really does go a long way, and I just don’t understand why it’s so hard for some people to show it.
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Respecting people for who they are.
We had something come up recently, due to that situation I’d like to share a little bit of my story.
I lived outside a little town called Browerville in Minnesota. I grew up poor, and we didn’t have much. Due to this, I was bullied my whole time in school. Called names, kicked, hit, spit on, told i was stupid, told I was so fat couldn’t fit through a door, or chair, stunk, they made sounds and act as if the floor was shaking when I walk down the hall.
I shut down, quit talking, taking care of myself, as there was nothing I could do that made it better, no matter how hard I tried.
To this day, it still affects me (I’m crying just writing this), and I still hear those same people saying those things to me. It has taken me a long time to realize they were wrong. Wrong for doing that, wrong about who I am.
Moving out here in the middle of the desert, living off-grid in the West. Where law is very limited. I have learned to stand up for myself, that money, material things, beliefs, sexuality mean nothing. What is important is respect.
Respect people for who they are, let them make their own choices without ridicule. To live how they choose to live.
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Morning sunrise at Plateau Hame De Colquhoun
Views this morning here at Plateau Hame De Colquhoun got me to thinking. As many know Brent and I wrote A short story called “Stigma Towards Mental Illness” (It can be found on Amazon). In the story Stigma is a monotone (one color) color wheel. As Stigma goes along his path he meets people with mental illnesses and learns from them and gains color as he goes.
Life is like that, as you meet people you gain, we are all different. A those differences help us grow as individuals. If we all believed, dressed, acted the same we would not have free will, nor would we learn and grow.
Be proud of who you are, and respect others, for what you and they believe, came from and headed to. As all those things make us all our own individuals.
But anyways that’s my sappy stuff for today. On another note Brent and I are proud to announce we have written another book, took me a few years but we finally submitted it to a publisher (fingers crossed). This book is darker, and sad. It has no title yet, but it tells a story of long term effects of being bullied.
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