She saved my life
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You know when people are rock climbing, they have these nail-looking things that look like short ski poles. They stab them into the rocks, wiggle it. I presume they do that to make sure it’s stuck in hard enough inside the unforgiving rocks. This notion and trust in oneself that you succeeded—that any God-fearing person would heed the imaginary signs stating, “Do Not Climb. You will probably die.”
They press on, ignoring the warnings. They have to trust themselves: they jammed that short ski pole into that unforgiving rock hard enough so they don’t go plummeting to their death.
These people are out of their minds.
I equate this letter to the day my life completely fell apart. It was the last time I saw Jack for three years.
This letter had many after, but not from this woman. She is the real-life Yoda I speak about in Arbitrary Turn.
She gave me a few stakes.
They weren’t ski poles, not mine. They were scoffed at, denied, and stolen from me at times.
This woman’s letter to the judge and my lawyer, who didn’t even believe in me, changed my existence.
I truly jumped ship,
Lost everything,
Learned how to fly.
I got better.
This woman deserves to know. She saved two people’s lives, perhaps more from my people I met along the way.
She wasn’t an angel of the underbelly.
She was God’s gift to get my life started.
She saved my life.
Janine Barrett’s letter — October 14, 2015
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