here2help

[here2help]

Here we are, Thursday morning, kid off to school, wife getting ready for work and me contemplating my day with my mate in the wheelchair.  She’s a lovely lady deep down - deep, deep down.  She has an acquired brain injury and chronic OCD, she’s confined to a wheel chair, weighs in at around 160kgs and can be really tough to understand when she speaks.  But every Thursday, we hit the shopping centers and follow a set routine of her choosing.  Like pretty much every other person with a disability, she’s doing the best she can, with what she has to work with.  It can be a loooong 4 hours but usually, strangely fulfilling.

We don’t always ask for what we end up with.  Some of us are fortunate enough to be blessed with the basics of life as well as the ability to appreciate them.  Others are also blessed with the same basics of life - but they just don’t take the time to appreciate that - almost as if it’s never enough.

Stop... let the swirl around you keep going... and just take a breath... and be grateful that you still can.

Billy

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Who is this bloke anyway?

Righto... that’s the grass done for another couple of days.

The list of jobs around here is HUGE!  Besides just the regular stuff that keeps on coming, we’re doing reno’s to the place that suck time and money like a vampire on heat.  It’s a bit of fun though and with Uni kicking in last week, I’m busy enough to actually enjoy being distracted by the routine stuff.

Anyway, who is this masked man calling himself ‘Billy’ and offering to help out strangers?  Can he be trusted? Is he fair dinkum? What’s he hiding and why are his undies on the outside of his pants?

Like I said in the intro - 60, retired, studying again after 40 years away from the books and seen a shed load of things that would make Quentin Tarantino squirm.  I know for sure that I can at least listen and if you’re in the mood for advice, I can probably help you with that too.

But lets ease into the heavy stuff huh?  After all, why should you pour your heart out to a bloke you hardly know?

Tell you what... I’ll rabbit on with stuff about me, the wife and kids, war stories from work, Uni life for the oldest bloke on campus (yep... me) and any other dribble that comes to mind.  You chime in where ever and whenever you want, about whatever takes your fancy.  Do it publicly or privately - up to you.

Anyway... dinner is calling and my daughter is mad keen on veggie food for now - God help me - so I’ll catch up again soon.

Billy

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So... lets clarify a few small things.  I’m not a counselor, not a social worker (I come from planet Earth - no disrespect but... seriously), not a psychologist (yet) and not a copper any more.  I won’t ask for money and I won’t advertise anyone or anything else here.

Let’s be honest - I’m just someone to talk to or write to or maybe just to read from time to time.  I’ll tell you more about me as time goes on and fill you in with what I’ve done, where I’ve been and where I’m headed.  But right now... I have to kick the mower in the guts and cut some grass before the bride gets home.

Billy

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Here2Help

So... here’s the story. I’m a 60 year old retired policeman in Queensland, Australia.  I’ve done 37 years with the coppers in this state, finishing with being age retired (you have to go at 60) in north Qld. I’ve been a detective, a uniform, a boss and a tracker (that's what we call the ones who work for the boss). I’ve succeeded and failed, fought, cried, broken bones, lost teeth and bled.

Right now I’m studying psychology at Uni.

I’ve seen and done HEAPS of shit - not ALL of it - but heaps, so I’m pretty sure that no matter what you’ve done or been through or feeling, you won’t scare me off. I might not be able to ‘fix’ your problem, but I’d like to try to help - even if it’s just giving you someone to talk to.

I’ll post some stuff from time to time - when the inspiration strikes me and just so I don’t get bored, but if you need a prop up - sing out.

Billy