There's a new tree on the block.....

I dare say the other one was hit by lightening and it compromised it's health.

So when the city came to cut down the tree, I was sad.
And then irritated.

"GO AHEAD AND KILL ANOTHER TREE MOTHER *#$K*$S!!! ASSH*$&S!!!"

Uh huh.....uncool. And when I looked to my right, it was the gal across the street, screaming from the 2nd story window at the poor city workers who were simply there to do a job.
They didn't kill the tree....they were cutting down a dead tree.
Of course, the hostile gal in the 2nd story window had no clue. That'll happen when you smoke meth and walk out of rehab twice....and lose your kids....both of 'em....

*sigh*

Whaddaya do when the mom comes across the street a day later to ask if you would mind talking to her. She's familiar with what you 'do'--and one of the neighbors UP the block suggested that maybe I'd be a good person to talk to.
And she needed someone to talk to.
Ain't easy living with an addicted child. It somehow shifts from their problem, to your problem, to you ARE the problem.
And while you argue you're NOT--you start silently believing maybe you are.

Today they planted a new tree on the block.
The gal wasn't in the 2nd story window, screaming at the city workers.
She's in rehab. So far she's not walked out.
But the mom's made it clear--she walks, she finds another place to land cuz she won't go back home.

I'm gonna hope good things.
For the gal, for the mom......and for that new tree.

Cuz face it--lightening can and will strike the same place more than once.
Been there.
Lived that.