Hello everyone everywhere,
This has been a good week The music’s been spectacular and everyone is in a good zone. Michelle is fighting like crazy but still has no answers and that sucks. Dean’s good.
I want everyone to understand that no matter what your issues there’s always hope. Gone is forever, so I implore anyone who is going through difficulties to remember that you’re never truly alone. There’s always someone. Remember that.
Okay, so I’ve told you as much as I can. I’ll let the story tell you the rest.
And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest.
It was a cold winter night; it seems as though that’s good weather for falling apart. And to say Tindal McPhee was confused that night would be an understatement.
Tindal had been in a hell of a bang up. They said it was a terrible two-car crash, only Tindal, well with all that was going on he forgot to bring a car. At first he was gone, but a few days later he came back the best he could. He spent months in a dead soul.
Eventually, Tindal left one nightmare behind, but there was so much more to come. He left the hospital five months into an undiagnosed severe brain injury with no doctor and no proper meds. The whole story of that time can be left untold for now.
Now to that night. Tindal was alone. (Who would be there? He’d gone crazy!) What brought him to that dark cold place in his heart and head he wasn’t sure. But he hobbled over to where he had hung his blood-soaked coat, and as he took the sight in, he wanted to go to a place where there was no more pain.
It was funny how intense his journey already was, but it had only begun, even though Tindal didn’t yet know it.
One more time he cheated death.
He sat on the floor for what seemed like hours until finally, he said, “I can never ever give up again.”
To this day, he never has.
(NEVER EVER GIVE UP).