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originally posted by: Nickn3
Quite a few of my friends are gone now. I suppose we have all known a few like your friend Jim. A lot of young people, my self included, have harboured a violent or self destructive spirit. Some how I survived mine, I owe my life to my wife. She changed my very existence. Sometimes all it takes is someone to love, and someone to return that love.
originally posted by: Athetos
The plandemic has been….trying..
a reply to: Flyingclaydisk
originally posted by: igloo
a reply to: Flyingclaydisk
This is an important topic. Thanks for sharing it.
My Jim was actually called Jim too. He was an Indigenous man of the Kwakwaka'wakw tribe and raised in the aftermath of the residential schools and barbaric laws destroying his culture. I'm not surprised he went on a downward spiral and many of his immediate family did too. But his downward spiral was always with an impish grin on his face.
He also drank too much and nearly froze to death getting stuck head first in a snow bank looking for a bottle of vodka he'd dropped. Lost in a snow storm on a ski mountain, he gained consciousness and made it to the parking lot where he found a car unlocked. Another time he passed out from pills with his face jammed under the passenger side tire of my dad's truck. It was the snoring that alerted my dad otherwise he would have run over his head. That's how they met. My dad came to the room I was sleeping in and growled "you left something in the driveway."
We secretly got married four days after meeting. We were both self destructive in our belief we were pursuing freedom or maybe were just black sheep no matter what culture we came from. I'm from scotland and they have a word there for people like that... fey. Destined to die young. It's what the old folks whispered when they sensed it. In my case fate intervened but usually it takes you out.
My Jim died of a heroin overdose. I was heartbroken for many years. Hearing an elder from his tribe sing Amazing Grace in their language was chilling and hearing all the stories of how shocked other drug user were made me realize all the close calls I'd had myself. That day his death changed the trajectory of my life and I slowly began to pick my way to a healthier life and the understanding that being an outsider doesn't mean you have to self destruct.
While most people dismiss these fey people, I feel they are very special teachers for others. We hold them in our hearts. I owe a lot to my Jim.