Unworthy...

A poor man fell in love, with a stunning intellectual beauty, who in principle knew how to love and live, depression her only fault and due to this or that, for need makes captive of us all. Making light of time and space, the poverty stricken man, crossed the ocean without notice and slipped up to his love's door to claim his love. Rude can be the awakening when need goes beyond togetherness.
     A family man who ruled his home with a loving hand, stepped out into nothing, but with togetherness, was able to eke out a life enough to care of his young family, and bold enough to put smiles on all their faces. As his children grew older, and time gave rise to new ideas, togetherness became challenged, and 21 years of marriage went bust. When vows become suggestions and another man with benefits a wife's new desire, escape to the hills becomes a necessity for prison can capture a man for less. 
     Understanding depression is not hard when you are a witness to everyday life, or when loneliness marks your every set, and your closest friend is your shadow. This poor man was given an Oasis several states away in a place own by his Father, promised to a sister, and discovered only after arriving haven parted with all his goods to get there that the home stead is UN-inhabitable. Taming his surroundings without running water or lights, bathroom possibilities, amid knee deep snow, he could under stand a woman's plea for love from her frets of woe and uncertainty. Who in their right mind, would emerge from such hostile forebodings, dressed in swede jackets and tilted hats, walking as if from a mansion? A poor man who feels the only need in his world is togetherness for with it, life dont stand a chance.
     The internet is a wonderful place to meet love, for on it, people and places become in house guest, and intimate talks real in as in real time. A slow walk to Mc.Donald's gave our poor friend a way to charge his cell phone for the night, and at his shelter in the over growth, was able to speak easy to his intellectual sweetheart in real time. When will you come to be with me, would be her watch words, and frustration her embrace, and time make demands on them both. A real prayer and a small job, gave rise to a trip and before long, eye ball to eye ball became noting but a thing. A depression smile met him at the door, for no matter the what or the why's to show up broke at a woman's door will challenge her resolve to be chipper.
     For our poor friend, true need is togetherness, whereas, with his intellectual beauty, money answers all things, and without it, friends and family become the enemy and life's four corners a prison. Adjusting to his new home, where lights were ablaze and TV and the internet showcased in living color he, sat down in smiles. No more cell pone talks and food and sleep closer then ten miles apart, he was shown to his place to sleep. Purple and pink everywhere, and soft and cuddly spoke girly girl except for a burly black cat that peed everywhere he could leave his scent to showcase his manhood, the only male around for miles. His first night in a strange place with a new face and a new cat, and without kisses or sweet hugs he found sleep in a strange bed alone and rightly so. Days turned to weeks and weeks into months, and one thing was clear. Depression will make it's claim on the human mind, and once it sets in good, it's remedy can be anyone's guess.
     Coming home from prayer meeting one day, lover man decided to pick up two ice-cream cones, and walking back to his shared accommodations, he was struggling with his bike and the two ice-cream cones. Putting the bike beside the door to the apartment and rushing upstairs to give his beauty her share of a cone, he went back down the steps to lock his bike. Low and behold the bike was not only stolen, but a few people were posted across the way who made it no big deal. Going back up the steps to break the news was more then he had bargain for. Almost the last straw to break the camel's back, depression found an outlet and screams without notice rang out throughout the house.  The cat ran for cover, and the neighbors called the police, for surely someone was being killed, and a bald-headed black man their top suspect. Wanting to die that night without delay, another broke man and a few other chants gave rise to a feeling of an undone condition. The police showed up with guns drawn, and when the story was told of a stolen bike, they left with a chuckle, but they were the only ones laughing you can be sure of that.
     Unworthy the man may be, there he set, on the edge of a bed not his own, in a Country where he neither spoke the language nor knew its customs, wondered at his next move. Eight months had passed, no job, no money and no togetherness. Pulling himself together, he pulled his beauty aside and told her he was leaving, just were he would go was anyone's guess, but before he did, he would do one more thing for her. He would help her settle all affairs and get her to a place where she could get the help she needed and be on his way to find a place where togetherness can be his once more. Finding an old bike in her shed, he fixed it up and gave it to her to ride and pondered his new horizons. For some, the answer is money, and they are right, for others, it togetherness, and they can't be wrong, yet one thing is clear, depression stalks many like a bandit and it's relief elusive...nj