Lost everything to a house fire 6 years ago. Friends you think you have, people who you think you can trust… Think again. Insurance company still does not want to pay the claim. My wife and I and our 4 children have been torn apart fom this one huge incident. Friends throw you to the curb when your down on your luck. In the end, you will realize that in life, you really only have one person who you can depend on, YOURSELF!!!! If you think you can count on anyone but yourself you will be mistaken! When you lose everything, your on your own. Wife, Husband, Kids… Trying to stay together when you have nothing is close to impossible. I know, I am living it right now. Through all of this, you will learn to be a better person, realize who your friends are and most of all you will learn that material things don’t last forever, but your life will continue on, whether you want it to or not.
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Coming to Terms with it all…
Oct 16
Two years ago I left the state of New Jersey and moved to Miami. The reason for the move was to gain life experience somewhere outside of the place I was born. I drilled into my head over and over that a person simply should not be born, raised, married, and put to rest ALL in the same town…so I left. I lived on my own for the first time, got into debt, got out of debt, found love, and then was broken by it. There were good things that came out of it though…I finished school and began doing stand-up comedy. Something I’ve been meaning to do for a very long time and I finally grew a pair to just get up there and do. Next thing I knew my life became a statistic of this economy and things were getting tight. I came to a fork in the road and wondered about Frost…which is the road less traveled. It took me a while to come to terms with all of it but here I am. Back in New Jersey living with my parents all because I thought that coming home would be the best bet for my career. Thing is my career wasn’t the only thing that I was looking forward to…everything and everyone has changed here but some say that maybe it’s just me who’s changed. I’m at a clean slate now and New York City is there for the taking. The was a reason I lost my job, there was a reason I’ve been running into non-stop signs telling me…go be the comic, director, writer, and actor that you know you HAVE to be…because there isn’t anything else your really good at. So I start again now, start fresh and new…keeping my hopeless romantic side out of play, my need for socializing out of play…the only thing that matters now is placing myself where I need to be and it is going to be a road with bumps, hills, slopes, and sometimes even pits…but I WILL get to the end and maybe somebody should watch…for one mans struggles and dreams can be another mans answers.
An old pal
Sep 3
This story was posted by Liz Kraut of Venice, California.
Upon checking my email on a lazy afternoon five plus years ago, i noticed an email from an old friend of mine whom i was best friends with 7th thru 9th grade. She decided to finish her high school career in boarding school, and we saw each other maybe once when we were 20 years old – a fond memory of drinking beer, among other things in my very own, very first apartment in DC. The subject of her email was “DC.” And the body was very exciting. She went on to write that she was living in LA, was heading back to DC in a few weeks, and would love to reconnect with me when she was back there. Obviously, she thought I was still living there. I went on to write that I was living in LA, down in Venice, blah blah blah. It ended up that she was moving that weekend from silverlake, down to Venice, basically right around the corner from me!! And the rest, was/is history. Nothing like being reunited w an old friend…
Lee Ann and Holly Ann
Aug 11
This story comes from Holly A. Heffelbower of Lincoln, Nebraska.
“When I was a senior in high school, I was chosen to sing in a statewide choir at a national music educators convention. There were several hundred students, so we all had seating assignments. Three charts were posted in different locations. On two of the charts I was placed in one seat, and on the other I was one row and one seat forward. I was confused by this and went to the seat that had been on the two charts, assuming the third was a mistake. Partway through the first day of rehearsals, I heard someone yell, “Heflebower!” I turned around and didn’t see anyone I recognized, but a young blond woman responded to the call. It suddenly dawned on me that I had encountered something I had never encountered before: another Heffelbower. She was named Lee Ann Heflebower, and I was named Holly Ann Heffelbower. No wonder the seating charts had been switched. We got to know each other, dutifully exchanged one Christmas card, and then we lost touch.
Seven or eight years later, I was still living in my hometown, in an apartment building called the Holly. On Valentine’s Day, I came home to check my mail before going to the funeral of one of the members of my church choir. I put my key in the mailbox, and it didn’t work. I looked at the mailbox, and it said “Heflebower,” and I tried the key again. It wouldn’t turn. I looked at the box again, and it still said “Heflebower.” But so did the one to the left of it: “Heffelbower.” I put my key in the other one, got my mail, and rushed off to the funeral. When I got home, I discovered that Lee Ann had moved in across the hall from me. She had just come back to Lincoln from Ohio and had rented the only place she could find that allowed cats. This time we became the best of friends and eventually became roommates. Two years ago, I sang at her wedding.”
