A young age! Thank you for the compliment, but I'm actually 42. Came here when I was 36, hurting and angry with the Navy. They threw me out on a medical disability discharge. I'm not disabled. I have health issues but I can chop wood into kindling, I can still run (away from neighbors with guns), I can fish, I can do just about anything. 2 years ago I ripped off the roof here and rebuilt it from top to bottom.
This little cabin has been my healing place, my salvation, my refuge, and in time, my real home. This is where I belong.
I guess it took life's circumstances to get me where I am, but I could hold a job, I think! So, I have my check from the Navy and my disability and all, but I volunteer at the library and the Humane Society and the Red Cross.
I drive the Bloodmobile sometimes lol!
But here I am, and I'm here for a reason. Nothing ever happens at least to me without a reason.
I'll set up a blog and give you the link!
