| A Moment In Time |
There are moments that change the path of our lives forever.
Seconds where time stands still and we are offered a choice. The
choice we make can change our life for the better, or not.
In the early 80"s I was addicted to cocaine. My companion animal at
the time was a small pit bull with the ridiclous name of "Humpie." She
was by my side through all the night binges, wild parties, the buying,
the selling and the insanity. She was sweet, loving, and quite the
character. I loved her. She was a constant in the very uncertain and
crazy world in which I lived.
It was 4:15 AM. A customer had just left with their "stash." Humpie
was sitting watching me in the bathroom trying to get higher than I
already was. (For those who have visited the cocaine world, you
know there is a plateau and no matter how much cocaine you do
after reaching that plateau - you can't get any higher.) I was at that
plateau and was getting angrier and more frustrated with every line I
consumed trying to catch another "rush." At the point of my greatest
frustration, body wired, nose bleeding and eyes bugging out of my
head, Humpie tapped my leg with her head and whined to go out. She
might as well have poked a wounded bear in the ass. If I had fangs
they would have been full out. I pulled back my leg to 'kick her into
oblivion." Just before impact I looked down and saw her face. Her
eyes said, "Please Mom, I just have to pee." In that millisecond it hit
me- the full realization of what I had become. I lowered my leg,
looked in the mirror and saw a monster staring back. The fact that I
wanted to seriously hurt this dog for just asking to go out blew me
away. In that moment my life changed forever. I wiped the blood
from my nose, threw some water on my face, and took Humpie
down the three flights of apartment stairs to the courtyard for her pee.
When we went back upstairs, I flushed all the cocaine in the place
down the toilet. I was done. Shortly thereafter I went into
withdrawal. There were no support groups, no friends, (now they
had to go elsewhere for their supply), a very angry husband, and no
family to help me. I started my journey into a new world with
vomiting, sweating, and other unpleasantness, all alone, except for a
gentle little pit bull who never left my side.
I recovered and shortly thereafter was hired by an animal shelter as
kennel help. Cleaning kennels and hauling big black garbage bags full
of shit was my glorious first step into the animal care field.
What does this have to do with Animal Communication, healing or
spirituality? Everything.
If not for the patience, unconditional love and courage of a funny
looking pit bull, these pages would never have been written,
thousands of animals would have never been helped and lives would
not have been saved.
I see animals as God's finest creations. They come into the world
agreeing to champion humans, the ungrateful, ego filled, ignorant and
cruel creatures we can be. Through the years, I have witnessed the
horrible atrocities visited on animals by our species. Every time I am
filled with anger by what I have seen (and continue to see), I
remember that moment in the bathroom many years ago when I
could have hurt my friend very badly. What made me stop? I believe
it was the hand of God working through the pleading eyes of a dog.
I do all I can to help the victims of cruelty but I cannot judge
abusers, I was at that door once myself. I strive to feel compassion
for them for they have not yet realized what they have done to the
hand of God.
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Humpie