While Life Goes On refers to how we live the life we want while healing the life that was passed on to us by others.

I am the most blessed person I know. I say that a lot because I believe it. I would like everyone to feel that way.

We are all writing the book of our life with each passing nanosecond. My life has been what some would call very large and not always in a good way.

For me, the early chapters were comprised of a challenging childhood that might have made headlines had it been discovered.  A seemingly unending drama followed, where I created a more than a few missteps of my own and then did a whole bunch of work to heal from it all.

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And here we are. I am finally at an age when I can safely say I am happily and peacefully writing the final chapters heading to a triumphant ending.

When I reached sixty, several years ago, I realized that while I suspected there were plenty of years left to live, there probably was not enough time left to waste even one. Oh, I will still, no doubt, make plenty of mistakes. I just want to learn the lessons more quickly and move forward.

I have met many people who like me have experienced what could have been devastating beginnings. Many have also worked very hard to heal from childhoods no one would have wished for them. Some in their later years still do not know how to even begin such a journey. My prayer is that perhaps I can help even one.

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Not everyone must, I suppose. Some have found happiness without ever having to process all the twists and turns of their lives. I don’t doubt that. As hard as I tried to avoid the work, I had to see it all the way through.

Now in these ‘matured’ years, I have found the best way to give my life meaning is to share it with those beginning or still on a similar journey. What I know for sure is that it is never too late.

My path is one of faith. Many years ago, hiding in a hall closet, God came down and saved a child. That child is me.