[Note: this is an anonymous post, but I think it rings true. If you are the writer, CALL ME! You have a place with us, any time! Bill.Butler@TeamRiverRunner.org / 717-951-8948. I fixed some spelling, by the way…]
So, I’m not much of a writer, so I’ll just talk. I’m not ready to share my mess with everyone yet, but if you don’t care to have an anonymous post, you can use this.
I have been in some trouble after I left the Marines. I have made some bad choices trying to quiet the memories I brought back from Afghanistan. I am not proud of how I was trying to cope but it is what it is.
A friend of mine told me about a class he’d gone to where a group of busted up Veterans taught him how to kayak and he got to do a little white water and how much fun it was. I saw that it really made him smile and I know he was going though some of the same stuff I was. So, I figured I’d try it.
The thing that I noticed about this was that no one seemed to care that I was doing some wrong stuff. They seemed to really like me for me. They were patient and moved at my pace. Roy was really awesome and patient and worked with me a lot. The pool was nice and warm and there were a lot of people but they all really made me feel welcome. I started to think that I’m not broken like I thought.
Since that night I have really tried to clean up and have been better at going to therapy at the VA after a couple of bad starts. I have a long way to go, but just remembering that night and talking with these guys on Facebook has really helped.