As a kid, I remember getting smiley face stickers in my Bible for memorizing scripture.
The date marked one month since I started walking again. I sat there, awkward and sore on a tiny bench facing the water, fighting back tears.
Despite a newfound infatuation with the local wildlife, this was not where I planned to be. I was grateful to be walking, but April 1st also marked my year anniversary of leaving New York.
It was the date I set off for Chile, leaving behind a comfy law job and half a decade in a city I called home. Once I moved to Oaxacait proved to be the perfect spot. The occasional idea would pop into my head during my long wanders around town. In a field of marigolds during Day of the Dead preparations outside of Oaxaca.
This picture was taken near Zaachila. I got sick a lot. I hated packing, always and forever. I just wanted to keep learning and learning. In the course of soaking up everything I could, I found that travel and food were the perfect foils for my enduring need to write.
Through writing and photography, I was able to keep my input levels high on a daily basis while arcing into a very unexpected life path. Writing was a tool that connected me to the world in ways I never contemplated.
To check, they performed a very unpleasant spinal tap with needles that were large for my frame. The local anesthetic did not do its job, and truthfully it was one of the most painful experiences of my life. The night of my ER visit, I came back to the apartment I was cat-sitting at after midnight, only to find it burgled in my painful absence.
We have a screenshot of the person as he came in through the window. His head is fully covered in a mask, he is wearing gloves, and he is carrying a white cloth in his hand.
His description matched home invasion rapes in that borough, the white cloth likely soaked in chloroform. Upon seeing the screenshot, friends agreed with my vile theory that burglary may actually have been the consolation prize. The whole thing made me sick to my stomach and messed with my mind.
Friends stepped up and rotated day and night until my mum and stepdad could arrive from Montreal to take me back. Some brought food, others brought hugs. But it is important now because many of you have asked why I am not more angry, which is a valid question.
But also, there is a clear line in the sand from that very traumatic night.There was a day when I wanted to run away from my family. I wanted to leave, go away, far away.
the moms who choose to walk away from their families. would have changed something in me. Jul 28, · Tramaine Hawkins - Changed Justin Lawrence.
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When I found myself in the kitchen telling my darling, innocent children, who trust me and love me, that I was going to leave, it was like watching myself draw a .