You may not think the world needs you, but it does.
You are unique,
like no one who has ever been before,
or will come after.
No one can speak with your voice,
say your piece,
smile your smile or shine your light.
No one can take your place, for it is yours alone to fill.
If you are not there to shine your light ,
who knows how many travelers may lose their way,
as they try to pass by your empty place in the Darkness.?
- credited to various authors
The Story of "You" and Me:
Great work and love do not excuse a person from life's disasters - though we must think they do, judging by our poor grace in dealing with them.
In 1992, just after returning from service with redcross, ARCODS, an injury developed into a degenerating condition with suffering and gradual inability to work, and worse. By Y2K I was disabled and thought it done. In time, quite the contrary, the best care and best results and best opportunities in my work unfolded.
And in 2015, I am healed, walk the 5k Manchester Road Race on Thanksgiving and will run next time. My lifelong arts business better than ever and one at the White House.
But in 1992, after training for ARC Station Manger work for Operation Desert Storm, I was back in my home town, but injured soon after, I collapsed at three jobs, due to misunderstanding of my injuries - what later proved to be bone and joint injuries including the spinal cord - and complications.
When efforts to free myself from this "Trash-masher", did not yield results right away, exhaustion from 10 years instead of the expected two in response work brought on a madness of happily helping there, as I could, in many ways , WHILE suffering the feeling of just how little I meant to anyone on earth, that even cries for help could be so ignored. There was fear of dying at this place . slandered for sins I never committed, but it gave me grit and endurance. Memory of a fine life, all my life, before this 'little bad moment' helped.
And that is when the poem "YOU" came to me: An arts-friend, Barbara Beers, gave me a copy of the poem. Just the words I needed to hear - "You" seemed to "press all the right buttons"...I felt heartened, and passed it on, helping others, as well, again.
Soon after that, help arrived: one of the response work friends saw to it that I got properly tested and diagnosed. She has since died - those women are unsung heroes - and want anonymity, but respectful mention here is 'not an option' ; she died too young but with a grand histor of helping others who live on and family of her own who honor her. At that point, I was disabled and moved to a lovely private quality-fitted bungalow - my She-Shack in "The Shire" - the beautiful rolling hills and waterfalls in upstate Connecticut. Kind.
I did need to drop all further on-site response but soon created "Art With Heart" which grants my art to good causes to raise cash to help "the kidz behind me" in the good response or other good work. A very strange time, at best!
I hope the Angels know why I had to make such a strange "journey" - all these years later, I don't. When a poem can really save the day , that's nice, but also desperate.
So grateful to be able to finish, this time, with Praise and thanks !
May angels like the ones named here bring an inspiring word like "YOU" to you, but more: may you never NEED it!