Where it all went right; my version. posted 5/20/2008 4:34:22 AM | 2 kudos what's this?     report abuse tagged: life, stuff

jelltex

I was reading another blo of this name yesterday; and although my mountains were not so steep, somehow I have come out the other side smelling of roses and happier than I have ever been.

And I have no idea how.

Or why.

Maybe it was just my turn; buit in saying that it would mean I believe in fate.

And I don't.

Somehow, I made this life, and am now reaping what I sow. How cool is that?

And to think two years ago I was laid up with a bad back, no job, and borrowing from Mum like there was no tomorrow. I remeber getting the letter from the mortgage company saying there were not enough funds, no funds more like, to pay that months mortgage and I had defaulted, and had two weeks to make it right.

I went to the bak to see what I could do, but they shrugged their shoulders. I remember walking home from town, and knew my only chance was to get to see Mum. She listened, and it was no problem. How much did I need now, and how much each month.
Once I paid that months mortgage, I was able to take a 6 month break from payments. This was something I knew I wanted to do, and in fact had asked at my bank. But they told me I couldn't. TYurns out I used the wrong term, and when i saw the manager I said I thought you were there to help me not test my syntax.

So, armed with the payment break I found a job, and made enough to live for a while and have some spare cash for the odd CD.

Three weeks before I was due to make payments on the mortgage, I was let go. I still had no money; the car had seen to that, and so I was left with the stark choice; maybe my only choice was to move back with Mum and sell the house.

After a few days being stunned, I began to look for a job, and the second agency said they wanted to pass my CV onto a client. Three weeks later I was at sea looking for oil.

Since then I have travelled to some pretty great places; Indonesia three times, Holland, and now Norway. I have enough money to pay my bills, let my friend live there almost rent free and have another life with Jools in Kent. Save for the wedding and still go out for meals and stuff.

Sometimes I hate this job, and the time I spend away from home; and then I think about things, what I do, the places I visit and the life that we both have, and realise how darned lucky I really am.
I leftt the Air Force after 15 years with little idea of what I wanted to do with the rest of my life; but then that has been the story of my life. But it seems to have served me well up to now. All those years of building bombs and running around being shot at does not really serve very well in civillian lfe, but it does give you the skills to cope with situations. As does the engineering we did. That's why I am here, because of my training in the RAF. And I was there because life in the chicken factory was really becoming a drag, and my best friend joined. So why not give it a chance?

Like I said, the story of my life.

But, I'm here now, at times happy with my job, very happy with my personal life, about to be married to a special lady, I get to travel, am indulging in my passion for photography, and wondering, where did it all go right. But glad it did.

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