I stand again in the “How the mighty have Fallen” category.
Having sidestepped adversity as a borderline miscreant, wondered through three marriages and fathered two beautiful daughters. I now find myself in a single room sharing with two random strangers.
This is my time for healing and solitude.
It’s a quiet Saturday morning and I have nothing, literally not a pot to my name. I walk into a 1-Euro store to sounds of “Turn, Turn, Turn” playing in the background.
God is trying to tell me something again
"Turn! Turn! Turn!" To everything - turn, turn, turn There is a season - turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep To everything - turn, turn, turn There is a season - turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together To everything - turn, turn, turn There is a season - turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace A time to refrain from embracing To everything - turn, turn, turn There is a season - turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time for love, a time for hate A time for peace, I swear it's not too late!
