I have not posted in over a month. I am in the middle of a huge transition in my life. I turned fifty-seven at the end of May and my eighty-one year-old mother relocated from West Palm Beach after thirty-four years to move in with me for the summer until she decides on what her next move will be. I’m an only child without any kids. I have severe OCD, am a neat freak and a germaphobe and am very much set in my ways. Mother is cut from a similar mold so this is a very interesting social experiment. It will be two weeks on Wednesday that she has arrived and in fourteen days I have experienced memories that will last forever.

Mom doesn’t know ANYTHING about Willoughby, Ohio. She might as well have relocated to Yemen. I only ride Harleys so Mom has to drive her car while I navigate. Don’t assume that an eighty-one year old will slow down at a railroad crossing. I found out the hard way. Think back to the opening of “Dukes of Hazzard.” That was me in a car Mom was driving less than a half a mile from my house. My lower lip is still bleeding from the landing. If there was a video game where the goal was to drive into every chuckhole on the street then Mother would be a World Champion. I won’t even share with you the fear I experience when she is wandering through a parking lot looking for that “perfect” space.” When it takes five minutes to get to the store it should not take you TEN minutes to park the car. This is all new to me as I have been away from Mother for three years. Time changes. People change. We all must prepare to adapt.

Random Picture of Old Lady With Beer. NOT my Mom!

Mom has always been there for me. I have been the focus of her life. I traveled the country doing morning radio while she relocated to West Palm Beach in 1987 in a company move. She left everything behind. I started having health issues in 2011. I had a heart block. I flat-lined in the ER for75 seconds. I was in a coma for six days. Mother was there when I woke up. I had a pacemaker installed. I’ve had a heart Catherization. I’ve been in AFib. I’ve had an ablation. I overcame addiction. I am NOT the victim. A lot of this could have been prevented but we can only control the present. We have the ability to change. We don’t have to repeat our mistakes. I am at a very interesting point in my life. My purpose is to be there for Mother like she has always been there for me. This is HER time. What can I do to make it easier for her? She HAS to feel out of her element. She abandoned everything she knew for thirty-four years. She has to develop a new routine. It can’t be easy.

Here is the lesson I have learned; Money, stature, your job, success and possessions mean NOTHING. They do NOT define who you are. When it is our time to go to the next level no one will be saying “I wish I worked more!!” There is NO loyalty in business. It’s best to be your own boss. I pray for patience and understanding. It’s a day by day process with Mother. I have learned so much in the past two weeks about her and about myself. It’s gonna be an interesting summer. Wish me luck. I know I am gonna need it.

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I always knew I was different.  When I was a teenager I was afraid to go to the counter at McDonalds and place an order for fear I would get it wrong or they would laugh at me.  Humor became the perfect mask.  If I could make people laugh they would not see my faults.  I fell in love with radio.  That “mystery man” behind the mic that would talk to me,  I wanted, and got, that life.  Although I was very successful I was running from an illness and eventually I crashed in February of 2011.

I have OCD, am bi-polar, suffer from depression and severe social anxiety disorder.  I have been in therapy for nine years and my doctor saved my life.  Depression is not just “being in a bad mood.”  It’s a feeling of all other options running out and desperation.  It makes suicide seem logical (as illogical as that may seem).  So how did I do my job, be successful at it, and hide it from everyone?  It started with alcohol.  It gave me the courage to walk in a room, size people up, and own it.  At an event I would continue to drink to feed the monster that wanted to come out.  When that wasn’t enough I turned to drugs.  Self medicating was the way I solved my problems before I found help.  I was never a druggie in high school or college or in my early adult life but I can honestly say I became an addict.  I have learned that addiction is a terrible disease and through the help of my therapist he has taught me how to control it and not let it control me.

I also found out that it’s okay to be scared.  I don’t have all the answers to the tribulations we face in life but in 2015 I was in a coma for six days because I almost let that monster inside of me win.  That was rock bottom for me.  For the past seven years I have concentrated on fixing myself.  For some reason God has let me survive to fulfill a specific mission that I have yet to discover.  I have been blessed to actually see what awaits us.  That first night in my coma the doctors were sure I would not see the morning.  I truly am someone that got a second chance and that, among other reasons, is why I have decided to go home to Cleveland.  It is my sincere hope that others that may have these feelings know they are not alone.  My mom says I tell everyone everything and have no filter.  She is correct but no one can appreciate the success without tasting the failure.  Every new day is a blessing and there is no guarantee.  Thank you for reading this and remember “never give up.”

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