Seems like a strange lead off question to ask, doesn’t it? Do you believe in life after death?
However in this case, I am not referring to life after a literal death, but life after a figurative death.
Life after a watershed moment in your life, when everything comes crashing down upon you and it seems as though a part of you, if not all of you has simply ceased to be.
I do, believe in life after death that is. I have experienced if for myself first-hand in my own life, as well as in the lives of others I have encountered.
But maybe life after death is a little grandiose of an idea to apply here, maybe instead of using an analogy so final as death, maybe I should make it something more transitory.
Perhaps, if I compare these events to a process of demolition and reconstruction.
I wish that I could state that my current state of rebuild is something anomalous to me, or something that makes me special.
However, really it is not. And this is precisely the reason for the telling. Because my story is not really all that unusual.
What is unusual, is the outcome of this story, or where this story is leading to. Because it is far from completed, believe me.
It is how, in the deepest, darkest moments of my own depravity and crapulence, someone truly,and without reservation loved me.
How, in the moment when it appeared as though everything was for nothing and would end up in absolute desolation, someone showed me the worth of all this destruction that had preceded that moment.
I guess that in order to effectively tell this tale, I will begin at a moment where a beginning was almost an ending.