A Christmas story, As a child I remember Christmas eve nights with so many relatives, plenty of gifts, Italian food and of course my Grandma full of life and all her stories of the old days. We were loved and had a wonderful life in Oak Park. Then it seemed to have all slipped away from me and for the next 30 years I found myself drug addicted, living here and there or wherever I could lay my head and then completely homeless living inside abandoned buildings in the west side projects. I was a complete career criminal spending so many of those 30 Christmas days inside the walls of a prison and the others werent any better as I would walk alone on the streets on Christmas Day cold and hungry trying to get as high as I possibly could so I wouldnt remember the wonderful family and the children that I left behind. Today I understand the true meaning of Christmas. Its not about how much we spend or what we can buy. Its about the love of life and honoring the family and people who love us. Its about loving God and doing as he would do to love all people. Its about sharing a piece of our soul with someone who needs to hear it. Its to inspire and love everyone so that we can carry the torch of hope to those who have none. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 00:46:28 +0000
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