Loss, Sadness, and Happy Place to Be
Posted by D - The Cold Hearted Bastard at 10/30/2010 9:15 PM 
Categories: Rant
Tags: Rertard Sadness Fire
Categories: Rant
Tags: Rertard Sadness Fire
Oct. 30 2010
Greetings my Dear Readers,
It’s been an interesting couple weeks.
On the vocational front things haven’t been too bad lately and have lightened just enough to allow me to catch my breath, but I won’t allow myself to get used to it as I’m sure it won’t last.
Sadness and Retardation
Not long after I arrived in this man made hell an angel stole my heart and showed me that maybe life here just might be salvageable and bearable after all, I often doubt that life here will ever be bearable but this angel shows me that perhaps there is hope.
Well folks, this angel lives about a block from me and my route to and from work just happens to take me past her home daily. The other day I was returning from work and as I passed her home a young man was exiting the house and slamming doors, clearly not happy. As I passed the house the young man threw a yard display against the house in frustration. I just shook my head and continued on my way home as this angel’s home is also a local party destination and prone to entertaining the neighborhood with interesting antics.
About a half hour after I got home flashing lights got my attention. Glancing out the window I noticed smoke and lots of flashing red lights. Looking at the location of the smoke my heart sank, something inside of me knew exactly what was happening, but hoping I was wrong I decided to go for a walk and get a closer look at things.
A block away, this little angel’s home was a blaze with fire trucks and fire crews hard at work doing their best to save the house. Although I was relieved to see no sign of ambulances I couldn’t help but be saddened by the pain, anguish and loss that this wonderful angel would now have to endure. Seeing everything well in hand with nothing I could do to help I opted to stay out of the way and made my way home.
A couple days later I was talking to a neighbor and they asked me if I had heard what caused the blaze. As I tend to keep pretty much to myself when not at work I hadn’t heard a thing. Well, my neighbor was more then happy to share the story.
Apparently this little angel’s teenage brother had got into a dispute with his mother over money. He wanted money so he could go out with friends, his mother said no and he stormed out of the house angry (This would be what I witnessed on my way home). Then mad at his mother decided he would get even with her for ruining his evening and set the back of the house on fire.
The result: Home and all belongings destroyed.
The level of stupidity here is incredible.
My Happy Little Community
Life here in this pathetic land of so very little, which I affectionately and accurately refer to as Hell on Earth is clearly as pleasant for everyone else here as it has been for me since my arrival.
Sadly, many around me don’t have the experience I do in dealing with violence and crime on an everyday basis, nor do they have the mental strength it takes to cope with the isolation and hardships that come with trying to survive in a small minded northern town.
Life here is so wonderful that a close friend of mine is a regular caller to the Suicide Prevention Hotline and a co-workers husband tried to kill himself the other day. Even good people are willing to die just to get out of here.
Loss
The CHB Family mourns the loss of one of its own this week.
An angel of light that brought happiness to everyone they touched was taken unexpectedly from this world leaving behind many shocked friends and family.
They will not be soon forgotten.
Until next time,
As always,
Your Cold Hearted Bastard,
D.
Greetings my Dear Readers,
It’s been an interesting couple weeks.
On the vocational front things haven’t been too bad lately and have lightened just enough to allow me to catch my breath, but I won’t allow myself to get used to it as I’m sure it won’t last.
Sadness and Retardation
Not long after I arrived in this man made hell an angel stole my heart and showed me that maybe life here just might be salvageable and bearable after all, I often doubt that life here will ever be bearable but this angel shows me that perhaps there is hope.
Well folks, this angel lives about a block from me and my route to and from work just happens to take me past her home daily. The other day I was returning from work and as I passed her home a young man was exiting the house and slamming doors, clearly not happy. As I passed the house the young man threw a yard display against the house in frustration. I just shook my head and continued on my way home as this angel’s home is also a local party destination and prone to entertaining the neighborhood with interesting antics.
About a half hour after I got home flashing lights got my attention. Glancing out the window I noticed smoke and lots of flashing red lights. Looking at the location of the smoke my heart sank, something inside of me knew exactly what was happening, but hoping I was wrong I decided to go for a walk and get a closer look at things.
A block away, this little angel’s home was a blaze with fire trucks and fire crews hard at work doing their best to save the house. Although I was relieved to see no sign of ambulances I couldn’t help but be saddened by the pain, anguish and loss that this wonderful angel would now have to endure. Seeing everything well in hand with nothing I could do to help I opted to stay out of the way and made my way home.
A couple days later I was talking to a neighbor and they asked me if I had heard what caused the blaze. As I tend to keep pretty much to myself when not at work I hadn’t heard a thing. Well, my neighbor was more then happy to share the story.
Apparently this little angel’s teenage brother had got into a dispute with his mother over money. He wanted money so he could go out with friends, his mother said no and he stormed out of the house angry (This would be what I witnessed on my way home). Then mad at his mother decided he would get even with her for ruining his evening and set the back of the house on fire.
The result: Home and all belongings destroyed.
The level of stupidity here is incredible.
My Happy Little Community
Life here in this pathetic land of so very little, which I affectionately and accurately refer to as Hell on Earth is clearly as pleasant for everyone else here as it has been for me since my arrival.
Sadly, many around me don’t have the experience I do in dealing with violence and crime on an everyday basis, nor do they have the mental strength it takes to cope with the isolation and hardships that come with trying to survive in a small minded northern town.
Life here is so wonderful that a close friend of mine is a regular caller to the Suicide Prevention Hotline and a co-workers husband tried to kill himself the other day. Even good people are willing to die just to get out of here.
Loss
The CHB Family mourns the loss of one of its own this week.
An angel of light that brought happiness to everyone they touched was taken unexpectedly from this world leaving behind many shocked friends and family.
They will not be soon forgotten.
Until next time,
As always,
Your Cold Hearted Bastard,
D.
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