Six years ago today – this is Ronan MacScottie hoping to make friends with a squirrel in Benedict Fountain Park.
I was a few months into being single again, and was hoping to find some happiness after years in the darkness. The upper side of the park was frequented by homeless people, who I suppose were hoping for anything at all – food, shelter. Life on the lower rungs of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs.
Ronan never met that squirrel. I don’t know what became of the homeless people. And I didn’t know it then, but the darkness was about to get even blacker, and it would stay that way for another four years or so. But it was different this time – it was the darkness just before light breaks.
On Thursday I move in with my girlfriend, whom I love immensely. Who knows how things go, but maybe my perseverance has been rewarded. Even as I felt I had abandoned hope I kept clawing my way toward where I thought the light might be, where the light ought to be. It was all I could do, so I did it.
I look out my window right now and the sun is on its way – it will break the horizon any minute now.
Lots of symbolism and metaphors this morning, huh? Meanwhile, here’s to Ronan and that day six years ago. I hope I meet his like again.
It’s #HopeTuesday. What are you hopeful for today?
Categories: Personal Narrative