But I turn not away from their smiles and tears
Both parts of an infinite plan
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice
And weep with the strangers that moan
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong
Wise-foolish.

Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

How I live this.

I've been a Lightworker since a very young age. A gift that was blessed to me by God and passed on by my father's side who is pre-cognitive and has foresight and my mother's side which is Intuitive Empath, foresight, "sight" and the ability to astral travel. It helps to empathize with people I come across while with the Sheriff's Department.

I often "check in" with you all, leaving a hug and a gentle kiss upon your brow before I go back to my own home. I know when you're hurting, what ails you and try to bring you peace and comfort if only for a moment.

I've tried to help a friend that I've come to care about. It hurts so deeply to know that friend is hurting. How I wish I could help,if only but to listen and to offer support. No censure, no judgement, just being a friend.

While I was in the Army, I suffered a stroke two weeks before my unit was due to be shipped home. Took me two years to re-learn how to walk and talk again. My faith in God and a loving, supportive family helped me get through. On September 11,2001, I was in New York on a layover to visit my father's family in Ireland. I was a few blocks away walking towards the WTC to take photos for a friend. I looked up in time to see the first plane hit. Confusion gave way to action and I started helping the walking wounded. I rounded up some healthier looking individuals to help me and to alleviate their shock. Using up the supplies in my medical kit that I always carry and started ripping our shirts and clothes to serve as bandages and slings.

I lost two good friends from my Army unit that day. One was a first responder for the NYFD. The second was a man who worked at the Pentagon. We'd been friends since we first met. Better friends I couldn't have asked for. I miss them dearly to this day.

This past year saw a truck totaled, horses stolen, a water heater dying, septic system needing replaced, furnace needing replaced and an attempt on my life. I'm beginning to think that my middle name is Job.

Late last night I was on duty and received a call to go intervene on a domestic disturbance. What met our eyes was a child beaten so badly, this little one died on the way to the hospital. This child was barely a year old. I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders, so it's nice to be able to come here, read the works of other poets and be transported nicely for a time.

Thank you for taking the time for reading these few words.