British Columbia, Canada
Well, seeing we are telling our tales, here is mine.
Back in the summer of 2001, I was debating about putting "Trooper" to sleep as he was ready, but I wasn't. I went online to find like people loosing a pet, and found the main site of Passions, and a poem by Kit McCallum, which is the top "sad poem" now on the site. As a matter of fact, that little stinker holds the record for having the top number of readers on there! Rightfully so!
When Is It Time?
I cried, no, actually I wailed! I could identify with every single word, and wished I could write like that. That day, I got a paper and pen out and started to try to write. It helped. I was able to take Trooper to the vet a few days later. I later found out she wrote that poem for her Misty, a beautiful German Shepherd.
A couple of days later I read a lot of her stuff, then I found Balladeer, Michael, then Martie, and began to put the little stories I rhymed on slips of paper kept secretly away as a struggling child into poetry. It was not "right" but it was real. Lord knows, Michael (Balladeer,) has tried to reform me, but he gave up long ago, and knows it's impossible. Being a poet is a LOT of hard work! If you don't believe me, here is proof:
Playing With My Feet
I have since met Michael,Kit, Nan, Ron, Ruth, Liz, Sy, Isabel, and I am sure more will come to pass. However, Kit I claimed as my very bestest friend, and now know meeting her was no accident. She came at a time I lost my dog, and was around to pick up the pieces when I lost my best friend too. We have a bond that will last a lifetime and that is due to Ron building this poetry site.
I have learned since coming to this site, nothing is ever by accident, it is all part of some journey we are all set to take. I am just grateful I listened to my heart, went online and found this place the day I did.
Ron, when I said you have changed people's lives forever, I was not kidding! Some day I will explain that further to you, maybe even today, but I for one, owe you big time.
I don't "write" as much as I used to due to priorities in life, but I do keep up a poetic journal for my grand kids to read one day, and knowing you, meeting you, and having you as a friend, is one of the highlights in that journal,and my life.
Thank you SO much for all that you do for everyone here, and around the world. Sometimes we have no idea why we are going where we do, but sooner or later the reason will come to us. I personally think this site had a lot to do with your Mother, just as I was led here by my dog. We just need to listen more to our hearts instead of our heads.
One day, yes one day, you and I will ride in that hot air balloon.