I was two and half-hours north of here to a workshop yesterday there is a large population of Aboriginal people in that city.
When I headed home yesterday I was reminded how they get such a hard life.
My husband always remembers one of my remarks one day wile traveling thought the down town core of this city and a very wasted men was standing out side a seedy bar door and you could tell at a glance this was a life long burden he has given him self now so lost there was nothing but pity there.
I said “Oh Honey one of Gods children so lost.”
I know that sound odd but if you live anywhere near reserve or a ethnic community were alcohol abuse is visible it brake your hart when you truly look deeper in to the sole of your self and them.
I have grate respect for people that work with addictions.
It’s like baling a boat with a sieve.
