Dear Neighbors…

Dear Neighbors,

I know many of you may not understand why I am the way I am. I’m sure many of you at times have probably thought I’m mentally ill because I’m outside all the time picking up debris, keeping my yard, a few others, and the street as well, clean. You may even think how absurd it is when I’m outside at times like 1am, flashlight in hand, picking up leaves. There’s a good chance some of you have even labeled me as OCD and judged I need medication, a job, or both. I’m quite sure some have even found my outdoor habits annoying at times, but can any of you really say you truly know why I am the way I am? This is why I decided to share those reasons with you here today.

My life feels very upside-down these days and has for a good while. It’s been at least four years now since I experienced any real happiness or joy. Living with chronic pain can do that to a human being, especially when you never get a break from it, even more so when no medication or any over-the-counter thing does any good except give plenty of negative side effects. For as much as I’ve wanted to go that natural route by using medical marijuana or some other THC-related coping mechanism, I haven’t because I’m a hard-core addict, who knows himself so well that if it gave me any relief, I’d start consuming as much of it as I could, becoming an active addict all over again. So, I do my best to cope with my painful state, fighting to not follow in my parent’s footsteps who both took their own lives, fighting to not relapse, and fighting to believe that there’s something Greater out there still guiding me through all this darkness.

Every day I fight to live, to overcome a psychiatrist’s warning I received many years ago, who told me I had a 60 percent chance of taking my life due to all the tragedies I’ve been through. What gives me purpose and helps me to keep going are two things, one you regularly see and one you don’t. The one you don’t is the volunteer recovery work I do in the addiction realm, while the one you do is my work outside.

Doing my work outside as obsessively as it seems, does help me to feel better. It truly helps to shift my focus away from my pain and all the things I’ve endured in life. My parent’s tragic and very abrupt deaths are only a scratch on the surface of what I’ve been through. Honestly, I consider myself a walking miracle for still being alive and sober from alcohol and drugs for the 26 years I have. The amount of PTSD I’ve experienced and worked through with things like being chronically bullied, molested, and emotionally and mentally abused more times than I care to remember, I know many in my shoes would probably already be dead or heavily medicated just to cope with it all. But, I’ve learned I have to find positive ways to keep going, and the one you all see the most is me outside, toiling away, on a task that I know is repetitive and I’m sure at times a nuisance.

Nevertheless, maybe the next time you see me outside, doing a task that undoubtedly appears overly obsessive, pointless, and possibly irritating, you’ll understand a little better now that it’s one of the only things I have left that makes me feel slightly better, that helps me to keep going on plenty of days, and gives me some sense of purpose. I pray none of you ever have to walk in the shoes I have thus far in life, because I wouldn’t wish that upon any of you. Regardless, I love you all.

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson

Silly Joke Friday

Silly Joke #1

Billy Bob and his wife and son from waaaay out in the sticks finally decide go to the “big city” to a major hotel. When they get into the lobby, they are directed to the front desk to check in. While the wife is takin’ care of “the paper work,” Billy Bob and his son walk around the lobby looking at the amazing things there. One thing that catches both of their eyes is a recess in the wall with a crack down the middle. Just then, an elderly woman walks up, pushes a button next to the recess, and the wall opens up to a small room! She walks in and the wall closes, while lights above the secret doors flash along the top. They begin flashing in the other direction, and moments later the wall opens up and a shapely beautiful young lady, incredibly dressed, sashays out, walking by the man and his son both of whom’s jaws drop as she passes by. Billy Bob says the man to his son… “Son, go get your mother immediately!”

Silly Joke #2

A lonely 70-year-old widow decided that it was time to marry again. She put an ad in the local newspaper that read: “Husband wanted! Must be in my age group, must not beat me, must not run around on me and must still be good in bed. All applicants please apply in person.” The following day, she heard the doorbell. Much to her dismay, she opened the door to see a gray-haired gentleman sitting in a wheelchair. He had no arms or legs. “You’re not really asking me to consider you, are you?” the widow asked: “Just look at you — you have no legs!” The old gent smiled: “Therefore, I cannot run around on you!” “You don’t have any arms either!” she snorted. Again, the old man smiled: “Therefore, I can never beat you!” She raised an eyebrow and asked intently: “Are you still good in bed?” The old man leaned back, beamed a big smile and said: “I rang the doorbell, didn’t I?”

Silly Joke #3

A gorgeous blonde named Sally had been waiting entirely too long at the doctor’s office alone. Her appointment was for 9:00 and it was nearly 10:30. Finally, an attractive male nurse appeared at the waiting room door and said, “Sally, let’s go get a room.” “Honestly, I appreciate the offer,” she said, “but I’ve been waiting so long now, I’d hate to lose my spot!”

Bonus Silly Joke (NSFW: For Adults only)

Three couples go camping and one couple forgot to bring their tent. So they decide the men will sleep in one tent, and the women will sleep in the other. In the middle of the night while Larry was sound asleep, John whispered, “Bob, look at this bloody erection I’ve got. It must be all the fresh air. I’m going over to get my wife and go into the woods.” Bob whispered back, “You want me to come with you?” John whispered somewhat angrily, “Why the hell would I want you to come with me?!” Bob says, “Because that’s my cock your holding.”

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson

Question For The Day

Today’s question is…

Are you decorating this year for:
(1) Halloween? (Yes or No)
(2) Christmas? (Yes or No)

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson


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