The life of a child that lived all diffrent lives a child can live.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Who is Lou?

Who is Lou? I feel as I go about my daily life that I am the same as anyone else. I feel guilt, over ever feeling sorry for myself , even though a part of me feels I have the right too, maybe just a bit. I want to be strong, I want to be able to stand look you in the face and say this is me, this is who I am, I am good, equal and worthy of friendship. That I above all others know the meaning of trust and honesty. I know the feeling of being isolated no matter what the reason be. I understand being watched and judged for every action I take or for just being me. I dislike no one but a liar and a thief, sadly though that includes many people. I am sad, at times, then I look into the eyes of my children and feel a love so strong that it scares me, and in that moment, I feel, that no matter what, I will be OK. Children all over this country are going to bed hungry tonight, but worse than that, they are going to bed, without the feeling that someone cares. Hunger is a very strong feeling, as is fear, but the worse feeling I ever felt was that of being totally alone. The feeling that, if I died at that moment, I would go in the ground without as much as a single tear drop being shed. I am Lou and I am the same as you, if you stop and look and listen you will see you already know me. I went to mass with a friend many years ago and we were to write our names on a card, if we were visiting, so I did. I have the worse handwriting of anyone. When the priest read my name he called me Louie and from that moment on, to my friends, I was known as Lou. Kathy my best friend pissed her pants literally from laughter at that moment. It was one of the greatest moment in my life. I felt a happiness and a freedom that can only be felt in the presents of true friends. So when I decided to write this blog, I felt some would read, a few might follow my story. Maybe one would come to know me,they would speak to me, ask questions, enter my world and learn the most private stories of my life. They would become a friend , and should call me as my true friends do.....Lou.

2 Comments:

Blogger Angelika said...

Lou,
I found your blog from Rosie's comments. I enjoy reading your posts and hearing your story. How did you turn your life around? How did you go from homeless to loving mother? When was your turning point?

9:11 PM

 
Blogger Mama Hyde said...

Hello again Dear Lou. I guess your name could be Louise? I don't know.. Just guessing...

It must be hard to pour your soul in some ways, and other times a relief. Thank you for sharing your life with us.

God bless xo

5:37 AM

 

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