This is a communique I could not help but respond to and when I recently saw it again, I felt compelled to write back.
I came to see your houses today with the New Braunfels
group….of course you remember me, I’m the woman who
suddenly looked taller when standing next to the door that
wasn’t quite straight. You have done amazing things. I
thought of my son, Kevin. Kevin has 2 sex chromosomes, XXYY.
When he was a baby the doctors, who really knew nothing,
told us he’d be retarded. Kevin is not retarded … just
out of step. Kevin has no social skills and has a hard time
keeping a job because he says/does odd things. I feel odd
social skills is not something you care much about. Kevin
does have good spacial skills. You can’t tell him
things, or have him read how to do things … but if he can
‘see’, he can do anything. Seeing your work I just
wish Kevin could have a chance to work at such a place.
Kevin is in Baytown, TX. You wouldn’t consider expanding
to other areas? Do you know of anyone in the Baytown area
that does what you do? As you read this, I’m sure you
think you are wasting your time …. but mothers never stop
Your place is great. Good luck. Margie
I came to see your houses today with the New Braunfels
I would not be able to expand to where he is but I
would certainly hope there is a way in the future for him to
be able to come here to learn something he might be able to
do there afterwards. I know from experience that there
is a place for everyone in what I do. Everybody has an
energy and can contribute to the bigger picture. By
doing so they not only gain self image strengthening,
confidence, and hope that they can do more, it gives them
the sense of being a valuable contribution instead of a
weight upon the community they want to be part of. For
many this desire to be part of community is heartfelt and
essential for happiness, once found, never to be given up
freely, and essentially the best village members one could
hope to have for so many of the places that will need to be
build to take care of us, as well as our children when we
are gone, if we should be so lucky as to outlive them
Please, watch and see if a place does not open
that he might fit into for a time to learn, or become a part
of a community closer to home once the support is there for
it to grow. I know the need is there, but people
putting the money up is often hard, though the pay off is
for a lifetime. If he could be a part of building his
own tiny house, in seminars at our Gonzales facility,
possibly staying at the Pure Living Retreat only a block and
a half away from where I am putting the school together.
If there is a dream, there is hope, add passion
becomes the fuel, if lucky, a loving community or family is
Good luck and I hope I come up with a way to be
of some help.
Thank you for your visit today. I hope I
did not lose everyone with my tendency to wander off on
My son had some learning disabilities and some
issues, combined with the social issues of the initial
advent of computer games, preservatives in vaccines, and
other things that made it harder for him than it was for me.
I wish I had been able to do more. I admire you
for persisting and not giving up because it can be
depressing for boys with challenges due to the socialization
problems they create, the possible anger management issues
associated with the depression or other frustrations that
result. Adam, my son, was 25 last year when he drowned
in the River Seine in Paris, France last year, no drugs, no
alcohol, no sign of fowl play, but my life saver certified
son drowned in the 42 degrees three days from his scheduled
flight home. I never will know why and will always
wish I had done more. You are. Don’t
Please don’t apologize for caring so much or
think I feel like you are wasting my time. I can’t
help mine any more. I live each day hoping what I am
doing will help sons like yours find the passion that fuels
their hope, gives them the power to find happiness in the
simplest of forms, and live the best of lives that we can
offer without drugs, a dependency on our government, and a
with self image and sufficiency that allows for lifelong
independence and if possible, happiness.
Below is where we are today:..
I am constantly reminded by mothers about the many kids in the younger generations struggling to find their place in a world that does not accept them as they are, perfect but different than the version TV tells everyone is the right way to be. I feel deeply for the un-empowered who did nothing to deserve the suffering or the isolation, the depression that being an outcast can bring.
As a crippled kid, I was taught to be a pacifist by getting beaten every time I got into a fist fight because my dad feared I would end up paralyzed from the neck or waste down if I kept pinching the nerves between the mis-shaped spine and vertebras. Moving 17 times before graduating high school, from Germany, to LaPaz, Bolivia, through the states and back to Germany, eventually learning how mean kids could be to the new, strange, 4-eyed, geeky skinny kid in town. I feel for the children who grow up not knowing what could possibly be in store for them when they grow up, if they can make it that far. Depression, isolation, marathon sleeping, hiding from the pain, and not having hope is the worst state of mind one can be in, young or old. How do we work our way out of that hole?
I grew up being told that I had to finish High School. College was never brought up as a possibility or expectation, nor was much else. I was an Army brat, and likely would become a soldier one day, if I had been in better condition. My back would have kept me out had it not been fixed and I didn’t tell them about it, which I did not when I joined the Army at 17 years old, as Vietnam was coming to an end in ’73. It was my only chance at college, and I felt I would need it to become a writer one day. Little did I know how much more I would need before that time would come, and that very little of the important stuff came from college, in retrospect, but it opened my mind to the possibilities which literature, unlike history, invokes. Along the way of working many jobs to get through college later, using the veterans bill I had joined the Army for, I got a degree in English and American Literature. Wow, even Cum Laude means nothing in the real world and won’t get you a discount on a cup of coffee or anything else. I did not finish paying for college until I was nearly 34 years old. The debt is a burden that is not worth the process they put kids through now and call college.
Kids can learn to build their own home, create an occupation that will last a lifetime, make millions of dollars if that is their goal. Better still, we could or join together with the family or friends, and create solutions first, then go to college for classes of value that relate to the work you will be doing in life, the passion you find that attracts you rather than learning an occupation you will hate before you know what is involved in doing it.
Salvage Mining and Salvage Building offer this. The prospect of setting up Pure Salvage Outposts, as Co-ops where parents and kids, elders who wish to pass along their wisdom and the kids that want to absorb it could meet, gather the materials we could salvage, warehouse, retail them, have the space to build houses, furniture, and the future of our communities through them. This I know I can offer the world as a base to work from, a place where grandmothers, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, and friends could have a resource bank that offers knowledge, empowerment, assistance such as trucks and trailers to bring inventory from worksites. This would enable the elders to be able help sell, build, and re-manifest the culture of helping our neighbors, respecting the past, and honoring the responsibility of creating a future for the next generations instead of using everything up and throwing away what we don’t like anymore.
I dream of this as a possible solution with all of the materials distributed around the US, with all of the people ready and in need of alternatives to the narrative we have come to accept in the last 5 decades. Change is possible but it starts inside each person and sometimes I feel like everyone is waiting for the next guy to take the step first so they won’t be picked on like I was when I was a child. No one wants to be the strange kid, the deformed or different person that does not stay in the box. That time should be past and the new era of appreciating what each of us can contribute, regardless of race, sex, age, or challenges. We are all here with the same amazing energy of soul, called Wub in my book on Wibblry and Wub. It is about that energy of soul that we transmute to create this body, manifest into so many things, and use to create a more beautiful world of peace and prosperity for all instead of so very few. Happiness comes more from giving than from taking, and having less to worry about makes you less stressful. Americans are not happy and waste 30% of the worlds resources even though we make up only 4% of the global population. We can do better and I believe we must if we are to provide any home to the mothers, the children, the parents at every level who are responsible for the creation of the planet we will see evolve based on our individual energies joining together, not alone. It has been a hard lesson for me to learn, but in loving, the more you care, the more you feel and give yourself to making things better, the happier you will be in the long run. It is worth the run.
Thank you for following along and exploring the possibilities, for sharing them with those who can benefit from the Pure Salvage Living Renaissance. I wish someone had been there to give me some guidance through the years that I was young and did not believe in what I might one day do. This is the impossible many times over experienced for a period of time I could never have imagined. Miracles are a regular part of my life if I just look back to the beginning, the attempted suicides as a 15 year old who sought to learn the meaning of life by leaving and seeing what was the other side. Nothing could justify the pain, the agony of that childhood in my young mind. It took me 55 years of life to appreciate just how valuable and essential the lessons would be, even the low points in life where eating out of a dumpster was the only way to survive. Lessons of experience that teach empathy for the homeless, the physically challenged, the addicted, and the poor.
Eventually I made millions of dollars, getting caught up in the exchange of life hours for lots of money, with my family life, my time with my son at his most beautiful times minimized for sake of building the legacy I hoped to leave him. What I thought would make him proud took the very time I had with him in exchange, and I would not do it that way again, but learned as one of the hardest lessons, after his death at 24 years old. I could not give him what I could now… my self, my time, my understanding, and my help in a form that would empower, not enable bad behavior or excess. I give back all I have accumulated now, and have much more to go, but the desire to make money for sake of making more has left me and I now simply wish to figure out how to transfer this gift to a society that is just awakening again to what is important after a big party. In one generation we have nearly wiped out the memory of the things that made people the happiest, bonded family, village, friends.
We need to find some way to bond us into a World Union of Believers in the survival of the planet and its species who act on their desire to make the world a better place by changing themselves first. Together, we as a species, have the power to change the world, but also to join with the many other species in the cosmos that have already reached this evolutionary level, but the war has to stop. Can it? Soon we will know for sure. But like the kid who tries to commit suicide for lack of hope, or the elderly woman who is facing homelessness, and the many others who face the biggest challenges of their lives. Maybe it is time for a change that will affect more than just us individually, and the only way to get there is to start downsizing our life and focusing not on the things but the people, future, and Love.
Have a blessed day full of gratitude and promise, of hope, and a belief that you and those you love can create an incredible life if you unleash your creative energy of Soul, and manifest a destiny you can grow from the seeds of passion.