It's hard to believe it has been almost 5 1/2 years since I last took the time to actually scribe a post. I could offer a thousand excuses - from losing my mom to a long battle with metastic breast cancer in late 2017 to moving house at the start of 2018; dealing with my teenaged daughter's battle with depression and anxiety and her sexual assault (and was that a cause of or the result of the depression?). My oldest son convocated from York University in 2019 - proud mama moment there, and married in 2020. Life is always busy and interesting. There are so many excuses I could offer, and none of them are truly valid. Life just got away from me - I was busy just getting through my days. But here we are at the start of a brand new year, so I think it's time to begin again. Again.
In July of last year, an ordinary Thursday afternoon at the office, a distraught client came in, demanding to speak with the lawyer who was handling her domestic violence matter. He was not in, and she subsequently took me hostage, and eventually attacked me with a knife, stabbing me multiple times in the throat, neck, scalp and arm. You can read more about that in the links below (there are others as well) I won't take up space here with that story. I've told it many times, and it would be a post in and of itself. But those events gave me time to consider what I am supposed to be doing here. Considering the many conversations I have before, and since, I think one of those purposes is to try and share the source of my strength and some of the reasons I look at life the way I do.
I cannot claim to have all the answers (oh, that I did!) or to have done any academic research. I have not. I've lived my life. I've observed and read, gleaning what I found useful. Forgive me, my atheist and agnostic friends, I make no apologies for my Christian viewpoint, but understand there is no judgement implied. And if you have been offended or wounded by those who call themselves followers of Jesus, allow me to apologize on their behalf. I think they often have the wrong end of the proverbial stick. But that's a matter for another day. Take me and my thoughts for what I am - a little confused, quite sarcastic (and sometimes caustic), still figuring out who I am and who I want to be, but sure that one of my callings is to shine some light into the darkness, to say, "it's going to be ok," and "you got this", whatever "this" happens to be. I apologize if my posts are muddled, I'll try to work through one thing at a time, but I'm quite sure there will be crossover - but I have to start and let the plan reveal itself as I go. It was my one (ok, one of many) bad habits writing in school - I'd write, then muddy it up to look like a draft, then draft an outline. I'm a "consider the material, dive in and sort the details later" kind of writer. If I ever write a book I'll need a phenomenal editor!
So here we go!
Hostage survivor thanks first responders for saving her life | Lethbridge News Now
The Lethbridge Hostage Victim tells the story of their survival - Alberta News (canadatoday.news)
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