How I got to here.

wow what a life I have had, so knowing that others have had far worse a life but I will attempt to brush the surface.
1964 was the year that my family arrived in Australia. In July. some time just before or just after my birthday which is the 18th. I was 3 that year. Because my mother forgot the papers that said that we where all up to date with our needles some woman decided that we had to be done again and we spent hours at the Sydney airport with us 2 little ones in nappies. I knew what the toilet was by then. To this day I still am unsure if the extra junk from the extra needles had done something to us. We three young ones didn't have a very healthy time of it the first few years here. Anyway we where then sent to the immigration camp in NSW, not Skyville the other one where they are having huge troubles now. It was quite a while before we left and moved into a house that was just built. 10 kids, 3 bedrooms outside toilet, 2 adults and a huge back yard.
Much happened while we where there, not much of it was great or nice. Some of it was totally agreeable and totally laughable today.
7 years at that house, then QLD, a few stories to make the mouth drop there.There we lived in Nambour. After about 2 years we moved again, moved into a place in the inner suburbs of Brisbane. Then we moved to Pannawonica, wow man that was wow. Then back to Qld to a area called Darra. Just as I was getting settled and actually happy we moved to WA, Newman. Hated it from the start, ran away from it, made to go back. The year I turn 16 my parents took me to my sisters in Cairns. I stayed at Jeane's 1st but she didn't like be there so I moved to Joyce's. By the time I was 17 I had moved into my own flat in Cairns. By the end of that year I had moved to my brother Rudy's house in Redbank near Brisbane. Met God. It was a whirlwind that took me so far away from what I was at that time. Which I have to say wasn't something I had a handle on then.
After a while Rudy wanted to go to a church he had heard about that met under a house in Camira. Brethren based group. Man alive what a cruel but informative 10 years was spent in their company. By the end of those years I had ended up at a Assemblies of God church in Mt Gravatt. Then things went out of control and I had to leave and moved 2 kids and all I could carry on the train I moved to my sister's place in Beckenham, then to my own house in Lynwood. the Victoria Park then Goomalling and now here. Oh also spent some time in the Bunbury region.
Many ups and downs and lots of crazy shit going down left right and centre. There are so many stories about my time here on this earth and many good lesson's among the sad lessons. Turning away from God only to just hang on by the most slimmest of threads.
The eye's have seen such lows that it floored me for years, these same eye's have seen such highs that have lighten the load and made the mind understand that God was/is and will forever be the only answer.
Sure things have always been hard going and so many issues that have either been ignored or pushed aside for other people. Now at last I too have come to place where I must be still. Rest and fix the body issues, love, give, pray and be the one who God had always meant me to be. Ha now that a statement worth saying.