To the man I love
Tuesday, January 30, 2007 1:54:08 AM
When life is uncertain and no one is kind
When you see things that aren’t really there
When dreams of the future have all been confined
To a bottomless pit of despair
Remember that hope will bring day to the night
Remember that love conquers all
Remember that peace can come out of the fight
And that joy comes to you when you call.
You live a quiet hero’s life
Your fight is seen by few
You struggle just to stay intact
But still you’ll make it through
You overcome your pain and fear
You always look for light
The clarity that you hold dear
Will soon be in your sight














Unregistered user # Tuesday, January 30, 2007 4:02:53 PM
DonYanqweasd123456 # Tuesday, January 30, 2007 8:24:19 PM
12 years ago I had a Liver seizure. The doctor there at Puerto Escondido, Oaxaca/México, (Paradise) managed to reverse it just as I was entering Comma. Then told me I was going to Die, but with a Diet, absolute rest, and good sleep I had a slight chance. Not a Penny in the bank, plus I work today so I can pay what I spended Yesterday.
So I decided "That´s it, Man. Pack your stuff and get ready"
I had a very good friend on those days a´waiting for my Transition. Mark, owner of a used book Store. He was declared "Schizophrenic" by the same Medicine that declared my Death 12 years ago...We were friends because he sometimes hears things/voices, and I sometimes can see things/spirits. We agreed in the fact that it´s a Priviledge to Perceive what others don´t even know Exists! And that made us joyous.
He escaped an Institution from the States, and received a chek from US government (sent by his family) because of his condition. One day, a man from US government and Institutions found him (supposedly he stayed with his family in USA) and told him he was going to be deported the moment the paper work started, that he better volontierly give himself up.
Then Mark (my friend) invited that man to the his book store, aside the third floor Restaurant, with a view of a two mile beach, waves and surfers. Then told him how his bussines had started with help from turists, support from other derelict friends, and that it was a far better therapy than being in a Jail (institution) drugged silly, and feeling nauseous all day.
That man started crying. He had an Identity Crisis with this statement. He realized that day, that a Squizophrenic person had a better job that paid more than his, was living in Paradise and had plenty of friends/customers because of his library, and HAD A LIFE! he also noticed what a rotten job was his: to turn in Mark, and how he was messing up others lives too. And not even a Bounty in exchange! He didn´t turn Mark in...and left.
After all these years, I have excelent health (never go back to doctors any more) and Mark is legal now, excelent friend. We agree that Puerto Escondido is the best Institution for curing anything. And we feel very Priviledged, working in what we like & in Paradise!
My home (family home) in Paradise now is Hacienda Armonía, Altos de Morelos. But I take my '73 VW bus (I am a Mechanic) and visit Pto. Escondido sometimes.
My Hart is with you, DonYan
TammyLady Tammy # Thursday, February 1, 2007 2:55:35 AM