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Brenda J. Hardy
One would think a biography would be a simple thing. At my age I find my journey is packed full, just as everyone's is, so how does one bullet point a lifetime or explain the justifications of it? ...ver másOne would think a biography would be a simple thing. At my age I find my journey is packed full, just as everyone's is, so how does one bullet point a lifetime or explain the justifications of it? I'll start by saying; as far back as I can remember my "how does this work and why" drove my family to the brink with questions. I remember my Mother saying time & time again, "If you ask me another question!" Both my parents always owned their own but different business. So I guess you would say my up bringing brought with it an instilled way of looking at things from the point of, how is this effecting that and why which fed right into my need to know, finding what would work better and what is best for all involved came easily to me, which living in America was a great philosophy to have to see the big picture going forward in life. My mother was a drinker, and very bad at it. My Mother & Father's turmoil spilled out on my siblings and I. Thus fueling the fire to understand the how & why? My insatiable need to know the mechanics of everything drove me to research, read, attend lectures, follow studies and always seeking the how. I married young had 3 children & lost one to crib death it was at this time my parents divorced and went to war over my siblings, my marriage did not survive the hit. My 2 daughters and I moved on and between working, raising my beautiful children I read & researched, I remember reading in bed on my back holding book above me and the heads of my sleeping babes in my armpits, falling asleep with this big hard back medical book and liked to knocked myself senselessly awake again.Thank heaven it didn't hit the girls too I didn't do that again lol. We get so busy trying to get through life the best we can, the understanding of things we need to fortify ourselves mentally gets dropped for the need of something else. In the work place, family & friends I began to see how people hid or deny their feelings me being one of them, life was getting the better of us, why? I met a marine on leave and my son was born, I said met not married. My struggle to understand sent me in many directions, for every one thing I learned several more areas were revealed to research. At one point it became daunting. Which led me to research the needs of human to survive healthy of mind and human reactions, human thinking, body language in combinations, reveals what the mouth doesn't say I read, took notes watched to see if the information was correct and in what situation made the changes and then what they were. I read the for and against and pros and cons of everything to see what was the truth and if was applicable. I searched for the meaning in life so ALL religion & what they had in common became a 20 year study with me. All the while watching, reading & studying what was happening to the human race as a whole. My children became a think tank to me lol. We would talk while I cooked dinner. Bath time, homework however bedtime was a different story we read for fun, I would tell stories, they would tell stories, I played guitar and we'd sing, we'd discuss the worried moments of the day and find a better way but always the positive through the negative. Bedtime was for the release to sleep peacefully and tomorrow was another day with no mistakes. Years are a funny thing they pass in a blink all the while you are seemingly very busy with one thing or another. I got so busy a couple years there I noticed all I was doing was damage controlling, checking things off the list and going right to the next thing without appreciating what I had and enjoying all the little things that present themselves to you. Thank heaven for my children who from time to time remind and on occasion demand I just stop and breathe. As Adults My oldest was telling me how something I had said had come back to her and said I should write a book on it. A couple days later my other daughter had mentioned a similar thing in passing when I mentioned my older daughters thoughts. I took the idea to my son who said,"You really should write a book" There in was the birth of the book. Labor of love really. As I wrote the book to all of you it became clear that possibly this may have been where my life has lead me. To at least give another view on how we value and devalue ourselves wrongly. You are worth so much more than society deems worth to be. Everyone is unique one of a kind and everyone has a flaw as does a diamond that is how they are identified with value. Everyone has a burden, life seems to be quirky that way, big or small that seems the constant, in the midst of it with the right perspective you find happiness. You can be happy because you are enough to make that happen. My children are are grown and successful in their chosen careers and have given me 7 unbelievable grandchildren to love and I will grow old wrapped in their love. And that is enough.ver menos