Concerned About Peter

It looks like our friend Peter is going through a very rough time. 

I spent the night reflecting on the complete loss of 15 years — actually more — and all the things I missed out on and will never be able to experience and all the memories, fun and even personal growth that would have come with it. I want to go back and actually experience it, but I can’t. And for that I am resentful … and likely to strike out at anything and anyone who reminds me of what I have missed out on and will never get to experience.

One thought that came to me during the wee hours of the morning was, “Is this what being in prison feels like?” I might as well have been in prison the last 20-25 years.For a crime I haven’t committed, other than having been born who and what I am. I wouldn’t wish my life on someone I despised.

Is this the final post here? I don’t know. I may take the weekend to think about it. I know I have a birthday coming up in three months that marks yet another milestone that I can use to measure my lack of accomplishment, and right now, I am not sure I want to go through that again.

I hope that Peter realizes the impact that he has had on so many lives, even if he never knows who or how.  We are all part of this web of life and when somebody plucks a string on the one side, it reverberates through every fiber of the web. 

You have friends out here that care about you, Peter.