Tuesday, July 4, 2017

What I’ve Gained from What I’ve Lost







Our forerunner has gone heavenward before us, standing firm to guide us. We are fastened to an unmovable rock, where the storms of life try to shred us and our foundation creaks. While the tides overwhelm us and gusts of wind attempt to blow us off course; we shall arrive safely into port. As our feet move closer to our destination, our daily routines pull us one notch closer into the harbour of our creator; who shows us… there is Hope amongst the hurt.
Paraphrased ~ Erwin Lutzer

The following song is worth a listen, as it echoes the sentiment of all the past year, which my faith has seen me though.

Francesca Battistelli - Where Were You (Lyrics)   https://youtu.be/9ITqtvHdj-k

In the one day that changed the course of my life, the emissions of pain which came in swells, saw me struggling to stay afloat. Yet casting my eyes upon my prayer journal, I can see I have not endured it all alone. While a great deal of thought has been put into what I would write, it occurred to me that in my brokenness, I am to focus on what I have gained… from what I have lost.
As I rise up on the arena of my life, I am able to let it settle within-- how the following would not have left imprints on my heart, had June 30th, 2016 not taken place. 

In the winter months, my pathway brought me to two women, both experiencing serious health ailments. In staying with them on short terms, due to the difficulties they battled, I was able to see them at their most vulnerable. With our guards down, I was witness to the hills and shadowy valleys they had ventured throughout their own lives. Beyond the food and fellowship, I was a bystander to these sisters in Christ and when the hurt from their wounds spilled upon me, I sought forgiveness. 

During this challenging time of transition from living in my rental suite to sleeping in my vehicle, the course of a friendship, over forty years drew to a close. It was as if the riptides of our lives carried one of us away, while the other could not enter the dark waters. While I mourned this separation, I would find her again and again, on the pages of my novel- in different form, she was still endeared to me. In my prayers, I have asked the Sovereign hand be my guide in trusting that one day our worlds will collide again in harmony- instead of discord. 

Amidst the newly formed sector of homelessness, I had a Christmas of receiving from those I barely knew or were complete strangers. Gathering at the residence of my friend Terry, I felt the compassion of others towards a situation, which I had never caused.  There was an abundance of love during the everlasting spirit of Christmas that saw me arise in hope. 

Throughout all of the health issues I was dealing with, my teeth began to break apart. The stress caused by the daily uncertainty of where I would sleep and the nightly cold saw me grinding my teeth. Through Terry, someone reached out to assist with my dental restoration. A sincere email penned also by Terry to a local dental office, saw Aspen Dental respond they would lend a hand, in me regaining my smile. I recall the day when I was given a mirror and the girl with the broken smile was now restored to the woman with a joyful heart. 

In 2016, I took the courageous step to finally address parts of trauma in my life where I could no longer deny, had taken place. It was a simple business card Terry shared that had me seek out Victoria Prayer Counselling. Both Charles and Claudia Dorrington worked through the cornerstones of my life, in order for me to truly feel what the healing power of forgiveness was like. 


It is here that I pause and think of all these moments that may not have taken place, if I was still working full time. 

I also have to admit that during this year, there are those I feel I let down as a friend. The times I called out in crisis, without acknowledging their own moments of despair, I am taking ownership of. While I was not in a good frame of mind, it does not make it okay to disregard the importance of their own lives. Some of my friends have been enduring their own severe health issues or personal hardships. In taking on my chaotic life, they have shed tears from across the miles, which separate us. 


Within the deepest recess of my heart, I am thankful for those who have not abandoned me.
I thank everyone who has stood by me, during all of the drama. My life has been changed for the better by Judy, whose text messages whether filled with kindness or of hilarity, have carried me through the roughest waters. On Mother’s Day, she drove a few hours to come and bring her solidarity of motherhood and loss, to me. Amongst all of my friends, we share a connection unlike any other…one that we would not wish upon anyone. I feel because of this, I have believed that she will always be there for me.
Then I found a saying which resonated within me:  
The things we take for granted, someone else is praying for.



During these months of constant moving around, time has been interrupted by those around me, in the many contributions I have received. Whether a package arriving from Michelle in South Carolina, a care parcel from Sarah from the lower mainland or an unexpected present from TJ; the moments of discovery in my mailbox were reminders of their own hearts molded into what they gifted me.
Care Package full of treats and pampering sent to me by my friend Sarah xx
Often, in going through this homeless process and seeking resolution, it has been Amanda who offered her insight into the mental health system. Having been part of a consumer council with my friend, advocating for those experiencing both stigma and issues, I trust Amanda when the weight of it all feels too much to bear. 

While most people know me to have a sunny disposition, with faith as my core, I am revealing a dark time that shows my vulnerability. Last month, after a year of moving around, my health suffering, sleeping/living out of my car and in financial debt, I had a breaking point. During this turmoil, I felt lead to a local underground parking lot.
I had just received more bad news at the hospital about my health and had been told by Employment Insurance that my claim had ended, unexpectedly. I literally felt that I was at my lowest point, since my daughter had passed. As I parked my car, I was weeping uncontrollably and questioning my purpose on this earth? Suddenly a vehicle decided to park right beside me (which I found odd, given it was an empty parkade at this time). I avoided any eye contact and tried to stop my heaving, along with tears. Soon there was a knock on my window and I had no choice but to roll it down. Standing before me was a woman, with a concerned look on her face. She began to ask if I was okay or if I needed help? In the next several minutes, I found myself pouring my heart out. In between sobs, she grabbed a hold of my hand and prayed things would get better for me.

That early morning, a lady took the time to care and walk up to a stranger’s window, not knowing what to expect? Because of her, I believe she was sent to intervene on my behalf. 

In May, my travels saw me stay in a tent in Nanaimo. My hope was to find a place to call home, yet what I discovered, was roots can take place with those who are not family.
I met Smitty, a home-free man whose generosity showed me the beauty of giving when we have nothing. 



My life has been touched by Tiree from Manchester and Finn from Scotland, who were travelling companions across our nation. 

Introducing Canadian staples to Tiree and Finn from the UK
Before they departed from the campsite we were staying at, I introduced them to Tim Bits! Later, I was thrilled to hear from them on their Canadian adventures and how their stops now included every Tim Horton’s, along the way. 

In Langford, I have had the motivated duo of both Alicia and Tawny, reach out to assist me. They are the most caring ladies at 2 Thumbs Up Video, who have gone far and beyond to help me! Tawny put me in contact with Michelle, who opened her home to me, which she shared along with her two daughters, Shyla and Cherise. Her gifts of food and gas, plus plenty of laughter, provided me with several days of feeling ‘normal.’

 At the business Tawny and Alicia work at: 2 Thumbs Up Video, I have been welcomed in with smiles and kindness. Whether through contacts to other organizations that maybe able to assist me or clearing out the guestroom in her and her boyfriend Ryan's home; such as they have done, I am surrounded with their support. For me, my friend has become a life-line to the daily challenges I face. Interwoven into the displacement of my world, she is someone I have been able to find within, a safe haven.

Last month, Alicia created a GoFundMe Campaign, to assist in my travels trying to secure both work and shelter. I was in Port Alberni when I received a call from my friend, ecstatic as she shared how the Gofundme Team had selected me to receive a donation of a thousand dollars! Only days before, I had shared with some of my friends how I was in desperate need of funds, for my upcoming bills. 

GoFundMe has a notable give back program where employees pick a campaign that inspires them. GoFundMe then donates 1,000 dollars to that campaign. In 2015, GoFundMe gave back more than half a million dollars.  


I would like to acknowledge the warmheartedness of the team at Gofundme, who amongst all those to chose from, they felt I was deserving! 

In wanting to pay it forward to another campaigner, I want to share a link for a woman’s request for an Insulin pump. I found a poster with her information outside a store located in Post Alberni. Kelly Schwartz fundraiser goal is $6,000. In researching about the pump she requires, I found many others, who also are need of this expensive equipment. 

For those wanting to donate to Kelly’s cause, please check out:

My plans to come to this area of the Island came from others, while I camped in Nanaimo, telling me of the benevolence of those within the Alberni Valley. I am grateful to Julia and Clarke, who prayed over me and provided the name of  Alberni Valley Christ Reformed Church.
 In my emails sharing references and conversations with Pastor Korver, I was invited to attend service and a potluck for a couple, who were getting married. The Pastor introduced me to those in attendance and after I spoke, several couples extended their kindness and invited me to stay with them, temporarily. 

Heart and cross given to me by my friend Alicia xo
For me to travel to a place where I do not know anyone is common.  Yet I always have concerns about being judged for the past-- rather than others seeing the efforts I am making-- to change my situation. None of what I have experienced, especially when I was injured in the workplace, has anything to do with my mental health. I was strictly following orders, given to me by those, in authority. 

Now, my focus is securing work that will provide me the means to have a place to call home, once again. What has changed are my limitations in what I can do. Months of physical therapy and acknowledging my body is altered in what I am capable of, has seen me turn down work I once readily accepted. Despite a half dozen doctor’s notes, rehabilitation and even a case of edema-- which swelled my feet and legs—there are some who have me labeled picky or lazy for things I simply can no longer do. The reality is I am fearful of another WCB claim or more serious injury. Since I do not know the restraints of what is possible, I do try everything once and gauge the outcome on my health the next day. This has caused me to speak up in the workplace about what transpired last year and set limits that sadly are a fact of life. 

I have come to understand that these struggles are not necessarily where I see myself, yet need to embrace the changes, which are a constant stream that flows in and out of my life. In my readings, I am reminded of Abraham being called to be a pilgrim. The lesson being that Abraham by faith obeyed and went, even when he did not know where he was going!



There have been several churches that have further extended compassion, provisions, gift cards and more to me, including Saanich Baptist and Gateway Baptist Church

Likewise, I was greeted with such goodwill at Chinese Alliance Church. A young lady named Leanna; whose God-driven path crossed mine. She invited me to service and later bought me breakfast. I have openly shared my personal story of poverty and overcoming adversity, in addition to the illnesses I cope with, on a daily basis. I find in Leanna such a calming presence, without disdain for my lifestyle. She is encouraging as Leanna lifts up her sisters in Christ — especially to those suffering with serious health ailments. Our correspondence is something I value, as the time she takes to write back, is reflective of her caring. 

In sharing the support I have been blessed with, while being displaced, I have had to rely on others. In doing so, there have been times where I have been hurt and my trust broken, by those I felt I could lean on. One of the humbling things I have learned is those that are intended to be part of my circle, will uplift me as we rise together and those who are bound to judge… will fall away from it.

Upon reflecting on this past year, I look at those who paths never would I have crossed, had my injuries not occurred. I am thankful for the bone scan last August, which provided answers when it was revealed I have early degenerative arthritis. I look ahead to the mammogram I am receiving in two days, to explain lumpy tissue. I give praise for the medical care I am privileged to be able to access and at peace with any upcoming outcomes. 

In focusing on what I have gained, I am full of appreciation for the work I have been able to secure- jobs here and there- that gives me back even a little bit of independence. As an employee, I have always given a 100 % dedication to whoever places their trust in my work ethic. I also like to support and serve community whenever possible. On Canada Day, I spent $8 on a hand sewn purse whose proceeds went to a worthy cause. 


As this is my last post on this blog, related to the 365 days of my journey, I thank those for reading my posts and granting me a voice to those injured in the workplace.
 I conclude with this entry I wrote in my prayer journal…my faith although battered, has sustained me through life’s weathered storms. 

Dear Lord,
You sought me out for this journey. Over the past year, you guided me into the hearts and homes I entrusted my very being with. You provided humility when I was hurt, opened my eyes when I could not see and graced me with forgiveness for myself and others, when I was struck down. Please continue to use me on this pilgrimage…let my faith trust in the plans you have for me, as you carry me, when my feet cannot. 

Butterfly and cross necklace pendants from my friend TJ


By TL Alton

Saturday, July 1, 2017

The Watercolours Of Canada







In the rough and tumble of our abrasive twentieth century, humility is scarcely considered a virtue. Such qualities such as meekness and gentleness are not the sort that most people seek in order to succeed. We are fast moving, masterful, permissive people who from the cradle learn to shove, push, scream and scramble to get ahead – to plant our feet on the top of the totem pole. ~ Philip Keller

In selecting this quote, my heart is awakened to those whose veins have surged with humbleness. Whose existence centered on giving their blood, sweat and tears so others could rise above their adversities. While my list of Canadian hero’s covers many diverse backgrounds, I could not possibly have covered everyone. In my exploring, I found endless people who have contributed to the nation that has been called, the greatest place to live. I dedicate this post to the many watercolours that frame the foundations of the country I call home. 

On this day, Canada and our country’s roots have been heavy laden on me. While today marks one year ago that I was injured in the workplace, my focus is now shifted onto the celebration’s taking place across our vast lands. My purpose is to shine the light on others who have made this homeland something to believe in, while respecting those who bled for our country’s survival.
My own beliefs have me look far past the 150 years being honoured. As a Canadian historical writer, the truth of our origins was revealed throughout the years of research I have carried out. Equally relevant to my Canadian bond was having a daughter with Aboriginal ancestry and watching her proudly participate in cultural events. It reminded me of the optimism she had for her future. Shayla was striving to obtain a Social work degree and wanted to help at risk Aboriginal youth, when she passed away. 


Living on Vancouver Island, I have been able to immerse myself in various cultural experiences that take me back to the history of this area. While most events have been to display the achievements in being a Canadian, there have been somber moments, where my feet walked along those whose Indigenous loved ones remain missing or have been murdered along the notorious “Highway of Tears.” I recall a memory that weighs upon me as I write this. A mother, whose structure was burdened with grief, held a picture of her missing child.
For me, having the chance – as traumatic as it was – to say goodbye to my daughter, I could not imagine never knowing where she was or what had become of her? Instinctively, I reached out to this Indigenous mother and gently cradled her wiry, coal branches that held glints of a snow moon, upon her head. Death could not come between two mother’s embracing in unity of stolen sisters, across our nation. 


In my research, I discovered the following people, who I feel fortunate to share with you their significance in Canadian history. In doing so, many gave their lives for the country we now are privileged to reside in.

Thomas George Prince, war hero, Aboriginal advocate (born 25 October 1915 in Petersfield, MB; died 25 November 1977 in Winnipeg, MB). Tommy Prince was Canada's most-decorated Aboriginal war veteran, having been awarded a total of 11 medals in the Second World War and the Korean War. Although homeless when he died, he was honoured at his funeral by his province, his country and the governments of France, Italy and the United States. Excerpt taken from an article by Laura Neilson Bonikowsky

Sergeant Tommy Prince (R), M.M., 1st Canadian Parachute Battalion, with his brother, Private Morris Prince, at an investiture at Buckingham Palace, 12 Feb 1945. Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sergeant_Tommy_Prince_Private_Morris_Prince_Buckingham_Palace.jpg

William Hall, the first Nova Scotian to receive the Victoria Cross, was a descendant of the Black Refugees. He received the medal for his actions at the Siege of Lucknow in 1857.


By Library and Archives/Bibliothèque et Archives Canada
The practice in the West of using cheap Asian labour had its origins in the "coolie" (a word derived from Hindu, meaning a hired labourer, later used for Indian and Chinese labourers) trade in the mid 1800s. When China lost the opium wars for the second time, one concession was the right of foreign powers to recruit Chinese for overseas work. As China did not allow their nationals to settle abroad, workers were hired out under contract. Britain was the first to use coolies. With the prohibition of the slave trade, it needed to replace freed Black slaves on colonial plantations. As it turned out, the depraved conditions aboard coolie ships and of their work were not unlike slavery.


Terrance Stanley "Terry" Fox Awarded the Order of Canada and the Order of Dogwood (b. July 28, 1958 – d. June 28, 1981) was a Canadian athlete, humanitarian, and cancer research activist. In 1980, with one leg having been amputated, he embarked on a cross-Canada run to raise money and awareness for cancer research. Although the spread of his cancer eventually forced him to end his quest after 143 days and 5,373 kilometers (3,339 mi), and ultimately cost him his life, his efforts resulted in a lasting, worldwide legacy.


“It took cancer to realize that being self-centered is not the way to live. The answer is to try and help others.”~ Terry Fox

Canadian Muslim hero Dalal Al-Waheidi, is an incredible woman. 

As a young girl growing up in the Gaza Strip, Al-Waheidi became an activist, demanding greater opportunities for girls in her school's extra-curricular activities. She then came to Canada on a full scholarship to Trent University in Peterborough, Ont. When Al-Waheidi, who is in her mid-30s, isn't running our We Day events, empowering youth around the world, the new mother volunteers as a mentor for young people who are new immigrants to this country. Her passion lies in ensuring these individuals thrive.
In joining together to celebrate Canada Day, we also need to embrace the same air we breathe and remember those who found freedom in our nation. For me, my humility is embedded in the beauty of my words that brought someone to be enriched, by what our country has to offer. His freedom to live here is something that I am content with, given the homeland from whence he came from, has been shattered with violence. There are no regrets that although our parted ways are in separate directions, I like to believe someday his children will come to know the country I love… is also home to a diverse blend of those, who gave sacrifices before them.

By TL Alton



Saturday, June 24, 2017

Soft Hearts In A Harsh World






 Do things for people not because of who they are or what they do in return, but because of who you are.  ~ Harold S. Kushner Quotes

Some times in my life when everything has become such a state of the unknown, I gravitate to reconnecting with my inner child. Instead of holding back, I yearn to release my pent up worries and remind myself of the joy God has granted me.

As I make plans to travel to Port Alberni, I have been able to get a reprieve from my car and stay with a couple - Ryan and Alicia. They have taken me in once before and I am deeply grateful to be welcomed back. 


Alicia and I first met at her workplace, two years ago. As time went on, our paths would intersect and I shared parts of my journey. Just as I can be guarded, she and I each deal with trusting others with caution. In letting down our defenses, we have known parts of our lives are wide-open to sharing. While others may be shielded from seeing what lays behind the masks we wear, both of us have made the effort to work, bend and meet each other half way in our friendship. 


When I became homeless, Alicia was one of the first people to shed tears with me in public. Shortly after divulging my situation, I received a message asking me to return to the business, where she works. I arrived and was handed a card. I could tell she was filled with emotion and when I opened the envelope in my car, I was too. She had hand written a lovely message into a beautiful card, along with a $50 gift card for Wal-mart. Right away, I knew what I would purchase, as I was in desperate need of it. Upon returning to see Alicia, I proudly displayed my new, 4 piece luggage, in a wonderful lavender hue. Having lived out of plastic bags, my stuff was in a state of disarray. Now having proper luggage and a place to store things, gave me a sense of organization. It broke the line of poverty and gave me satisfaction in knowing that at least I owed proper luggage that was Alicia’s favourite colour. Seeing her face light up knowing she had helped me, brought happiness to us both. 


I kept in touch with her and when I was dreading another night spent in my vehicle, Alicia’s boyfriend Ryan suggested I stay with them. This week when I faced another night of car camping, I was welcomed back again. Both of them have a compassionate heart for me and what I have been enduring. While I have been grateful for those who have contributed in many blessed ways, the warm bed and friendly company I have in staying at their place, even temporary brings me peace. Living the lifestyle I do, my eating habits have been something of a chaotic nature. I have lost weight-- eating whenever I am able to and dealing with spoiled food in a cooler-- I cannot keep cool enough. Being at Alicia and Ryan’s, I have been treated to hearty, healthy meals prepared with their own hands. I get overwhelmed writing this as their kind gesture of sharing food with me, equals a sense of fellowship that helps me feel connected with our world. 

Miss TA and Alicia
The other day, Alicia and I found ourselves in a park, nearby her home. The sun’s rays cast warmth around the playground we were at. A trip to the local dollar store had us load up on bubbles, badminton rackets, a rainbow twirler and a princess kite, which Alicia had splurged for. While playing with a Frisbee, a little boy around 4 yrs old came over, as his dad watched his son joined us in our bit of fun. After we blew bubbles and watched him gleefully chase them away. Later, we engaged in what must have been the saddest game of badminton…the birdie hitting the grass, more than the air made us burst into giggles.  Alicia’s hearty laugh made me break open with my own raucous laughter. Later, as she glided mid air with her colourful twirling ribbon, I let the moment settle within. It felt good to feel happy and be silly for a change, instead of all the constant worry I have to deal with. 

Girls Just Wanna have Fun!

Once back at her home, I walked into her kitchen to see a rainbow array of nail polish and face scrubs. My friend announced with glee that she was going to pamper me with a facial, manicure and even give my toenails some sparkle, which I thought was brave of her! Listening to music, I was in awe at her singing away to tunes of days gone by. As our faces cured with our skin treatments, we sang along with Terry Jacks- Seasons in the Sun, and Stevie Nicks –Edge of Seventeen. After, we again broke open into laughter when it was discovered my drying white facial made me resemble Beetlejuice! When Ryan came home, he was in for a surprise, as we were dolled up like two old bitty’s at a spa. 


For me, it was the caliber of my friends care for me that had me think of how all things done in labour is prompted by love. In addition to what I have shared, Alicia has written me a letter of reference, which lets me be able to share with potential employers about who I am. I feel at home in their home; at ease with striking up a conversation with her boyfriend Ryan, who has been supportive of all I am pursuing. I have even been welcomed in by the many adorable animals they have and as a house/pet sitter, I have grown fond of Kirra and Sunny, who keep me company in the guest room when I sleep. 


Over time, there has grown a circle of friends who do not lay judgment on me. This past year has been filled with many S.O.S calls that have placed a burden on those who I confide in. I will admit this has not been a banner year for me in terms of shelter and job security, yet those who have ridden out the storm, can see how hard I have tried. Getting back on my feet is more than just a paycheque away. It means for me, to never forget those who have been pushed to the brink and carried some of my weight, upon their shoulders. It is the measure of endurance in helping a friend out in need, without knowing when it will come back in return.



I have had to stand taller than ever, in lending my voice to the cause of which I live-- in and out--of on a daily basis. In stripping away the stigmas of the labels attached to me, I have peeled away the tiers of scorn and stood for something. 
 
In receiving such compassionate help from others that includes those in the USA and on Vancouver Island, I am now able to drive to Port Alberni and make the connections with those I have been speaking with, over the telephone. Without this tight knit group of friends, I shudder to think where I would be? The phrase on a wing and a prayer comes to mind. 

Gift from the Heart to me by Alicia
I know this year has been challenging on those who care for me… as when I have been hurting, they’ve hurt too. When I’ve called in a heap of tears, barely audible over my most recent set-back; I understand they have felt helpless. Beyond all that… they have blessed me with contentment, knowing that when I do reclaim my life again; those who have been troubled by my difficulties will be rewarded by my successes. For in sharing my tribulations, my prayer journal contains the name of every person along the way, who I have not forgotten. 




In my realm of fellowship, the heroes who have come up alongside me, wrapped me in hugs, weathered my tears and told me I AM Worth it, all have vouched for me. They are a collective group of friends that I consider family, each of them who are waiting in anticipation for the next chapter, to be written. 


“Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.”


― Jodi Picoult, Second Glance



By TL Alton