Meet the Garrisons
Book Details
PublisherRichard E. Gardenhire Sr.
ISBN / ASINB01E7GHHC6
ISBN-13978B01E7GHHC8
MarketplaceFrance 🇫🇷
Description
When my daughter was born I would lay alone in my bed reflecting on my childhood. I didn't mind the fact that most of the time I had to share a room with my brothers or someone else. At that time though, that was not the case and often wanted my own. I realized that I shared a room then so that now I can better provide a room for my daughter now.
When I was at about page 200 or so I shared what I had been feeling with my brother. And it was after that conversation that I was encouraged to share what I had been going through, the joy and the sorry, with others. What I had been feeling might be helpful in letting someone else know that there's life after pain because there was a life, a wonderful life before the pain. That is why there is so much pain, but don't get caught up in the pain.
Once I was able to begin to concentrate on how good life was with her as opposed to the hell I was going through without her I was able to breathe. The Bible talks about a man named Job. I was not Job. I really had a problem with why the Almighty would allow someone who had never done anything to anyone to go through what my daughter had to go through. However, when I got a better handle on what I was going through I realized that I was not mad about what my daughter had gone through but instead I was mad about what I had to go through. After a considerable amount of praying and soul-searching I realize that unlike my car, my shot glass collection, my home, my library and other things that I can put the word my in front of, my daughter was not one of my possessions. She did not belong to me. She was a gift from God. I do believe with all my heart that she was sent here to make me a better man and once she had done all she could her father called her home. I am blessed, grateful and thankful that he thought enough of me to share one of his angels with me. Please know that I did not get here overnight. I laid awake, I tossed and turned, I cried, I swore, and sometimes even drank too much. But I'm here now and grateful for having been blessed the way I was.
When I was at about page 200 or so I shared what I had been feeling with my brother. And it was after that conversation that I was encouraged to share what I had been going through, the joy and the sorry, with others. What I had been feeling might be helpful in letting someone else know that there's life after pain because there was a life, a wonderful life before the pain. That is why there is so much pain, but don't get caught up in the pain.
Once I was able to begin to concentrate on how good life was with her as opposed to the hell I was going through without her I was able to breathe. The Bible talks about a man named Job. I was not Job. I really had a problem with why the Almighty would allow someone who had never done anything to anyone to go through what my daughter had to go through. However, when I got a better handle on what I was going through I realized that I was not mad about what my daughter had gone through but instead I was mad about what I had to go through. After a considerable amount of praying and soul-searching I realize that unlike my car, my shot glass collection, my home, my library and other things that I can put the word my in front of, my daughter was not one of my possessions. She did not belong to me. She was a gift from God. I do believe with all my heart that she was sent here to make me a better man and once she had done all she could her father called her home. I am blessed, grateful and thankful that he thought enough of me to share one of his angels with me. Please know that I did not get here overnight. I laid awake, I tossed and turned, I cried, I swore, and sometimes even drank too much. But I'm here now and grateful for having been blessed the way I was.
