Lessons Learned Crawling My Way Up the Path to Reach My Dreams

Well first of all did you do any kindness for someone today?

Are you trying to reach your dream and having everything get in the way?

Are you stuck in a dark alley that seems to be going no where?
We all feel that way sometimes.

When I first left the professors house, I thought I was never going to get to my dream...but I did. Here is how it began.

That second morning after striking out on my own, was a rude awakening. I realized that reaching my dreams was a lot harder than I had thought. I had not the roach of an idea on where to go next and what to do.

I was a roach without an approach or a plan ....what now?

So I just hid to figure things out. I thought and thought and thought. But I realized I didn't know enough to figure things out . I did realize that staying there with all these gang roaches was not a step in the right direction. So finally when things were clear, I carefully crawled back to where I had begun.

Maybe starting over would set me back in the right direction.

The next street I turned down had humans in it. They were sitting on steps and on the dirty ground? There were humans that looked like the professor but were dirty, and their clothes were dirty too. There were female humans too, even one with a smaller human they called a child.I knew some about humans already because Professor Ivan often had other humans like him come into his lab. I tried to pay attention to everything that went on. I paid attention to what he called things and what he said about them. I knew I would need to know these things when I got out on my own.

Why were they there? I was curious so I hid behind some of their trash to listen. The female human with the smaller human began crying. The female human said she had gotten kicked out of her apt because she couldn't pay her rent. Her job had fired her because her child was sick so often. The old human told her that he knew how she felt. He was on social security and couldn't pay rent and buy his medicine too. He said that is how he became homeless....so homeless must mean no home.

That meant I was homeless too now. I had never been homeless before. I had always lived in the professors house. I longed for the comfort of the professors house. It had been pretty comfortable there and I began to realize how easy I had it living in the professors house there. All my short little life, I had never thought about it....I just enjoyed being there. Mum and I had our own place in the library. When she had gotten away, he still left us our leaves to eat. I never had to worry about the other roaches....they were in the kitchen. I just had never realized how good things had been, until that night.

Sometimes we think we are having a tough time but it's not until we get out there in those dark alleys, that we know how better things were before.

Sometime later, another man arrived and sat down beside the other humans.
He was funny looking with one leg instead of two like the rest. He said he was a war vet and no one cared. He talked about the nightmares he had. He just couldn't hardly take it sometimes and he was sick too...ever since the war. He said he'd lost everything. The others just sat there and listened. They didn't say much. They all seemed to be in trouble like I was.

These humans were so different from my professor.

I didn't understand it all? My professor had a house, why didn't these humans have one?

Shouldn't all humans have a house?

I remember my professor saying to one of the humans at his lab, that this is the richest nation in the world. He said that Americans are better off than other people in other countries.I did not understand most of what he was saying but I did get a bit of it. He was saying that where ever we were was a lot better than other places we could be. I remember some pictures in one of the professors books of little humans that looked like they were sick and hungry.

Well these humans were not living much better than my kind and it was very confusing to me. I stayed there that night under what the human folk called cardboard boxes.

They were cold and hungry like I was. But I had one thing even being a roach, that these humans didn't seem to have....a thing the professor called hope. I knew I would make it out of there and that is what I think the professor meant by that word.

This was one of the darkest roach nights of my life. but I had a safe place to hide, crumbs to eat, so I was thankful for that. Tomorrow would be a better day!

I would figure out what to do tomorrow.

I stayed on that street for a few days. I didn't want to keep crawling up those dead end alleys so I needed time to come up with a plan of some kind. I realized that having a plan was important and that having a way to get there was also important!

There was a way out of there, and I would find it. As I hid there, I thought that I sure wouldn't mind a little help from who ever created me. He had created me differently from the rest of my kind.

He must of had a reason for creating me this way and he knew I was trying my hardest...so maybe if I asked he would give me a little help. I kept in my mind the pictures of all those places that I wanted to see.

I was a roach with a dream ...but maybe my being there with these sad humans had lessons I should learn?

I had already learned that this human world was complex and scary.

This new world had so many paths that seemed to go nowhere.
There were so many humans ...different shapes and sizes, colors. They didn't all live in houses like my professor did. They did not all smell good or act nice. It was all so much to take in. Some of the things the human folk did, were odd and some funny.Their behavior did not make sense in my view. But I was learning more about the human world each day and what they called things. I was seeing and hearing things that I knew I would understand better later.

Next article, I will tell you about Dora, the bag lady. Dora was odd and did funny things but she turned out to be the way I finally found the right path. Through her I met Peter, my human friend who travels the world.

Sometimes the path that gets us to our dream...looks the least likely.

Have you ever found that to be true?

Signing out, Roger R. Roach until next time, have a great week human folk!

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