Old Journals – 1.16.97

As promised, here is another journal from way back when. Not much had changed since the first except the desire to move home had intensified. It was obvious I felt alone. I felt trapped by my life and helpless at times to change it. I’d focused my energies on getting back to Texas. I just knew if I could get home everything would be all right again. (Not really the case but perception is 9/10 of reality they say.) The poem references a new friend I’d made. His name was Aubry. We lost touch a couple of years after I moved away but I still miss him in my life. He was the one thing that kept me sane thru my despair.

1.16.97
It’s been 15 days since I last wrote here. Not a whole lot new to tell. I am working out again. I haven’t done much metaphysical work lately. I guess my exercise is work enough. At least I’m doing something. I have been really really busy. I’ve come to realize I want to move back home. I miss everything! I talked to Steve today. NHP doesn’t have any positions right now. He is going to send me a paper on Sunday so I can look around with other companies. I came across a poem today that I kinda like. Here goes…

I met a friend today.
I could not ask for a greater store,
the one soul that hopefully will say
that our friendship will grow stronger, more and more.
I do not feel a need to count my gold
tonight when my labors end,
my heard has a great wealth to hold
knowing that I made a friend.
I made a friend for sure last night
one I did not have at the day’s bright dawn.
One hand that held my own so tight,
one chest that I could lean upon.
I do not need to calculate
the reasons I should be afraid
tomorrow’s life I can only estimate,
truth be told, today a friend I made.
Yes, today a friend I did find
amid the labors and the stress,
a true brother, a kindred mind,
a hand to clasp in tenderness,
it would not matter what rewards
the hours have brought me along the way.
Thanks I give to thee O lord
that I did find a friend today.