Life On the River Bar

I was down on my luck... as so many are now. I wanted to bounce back... but didn't know how. I'd lost my job... was too proud to go home. So I camped on a river bar... a place I called home. It wasn't so bad... it could have been worse... what happened next one couldn't rehearse. I'd packed up my stuff and hid it away, while I went looking for work... which took most of the day. Upon my return...to my horror I found, all of my stuff was just thrown all around. My sleeping bag and tent had been slashed with a knife... so were my clothes... that just didn't seem right. Holes were shot through my canned goods... my pans were destroyed... I had now hit rock bottom...falling deep in a void. Even though I'm a man... I just sat down on the rocks... crying up to the heavens... I felt so empty and lost. I must have been heard... cause the next thing I knew... I picked myself up...my hope was renewed. I found some old plastic... which kept me dry for the night. Defeat no longer held me...I was ready to fight. I got a new job...got back up on my feet... this is one time... I hope never to repeat. P.R.Deremer