This firsts story is about a vulnerable person who was drawn to those he felt were more in need of support.
Vincent…is his name…used to be in my mind from time a while ago…Name Vincent was understood enough. Actually it’s Vincent van goth, artist Christian, street based outreach worker, creator of community. Victim of death at his own hand. Silence of suicide. He tried felt he failed, he stumbled, bled got rejected, helped in only way he felt he could, ‘painted and drew pictures’ .Then sold to feed those he had encountered. Took the lost to a place where even he was not welcome. However he thought they should have been.
Then when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night.He took his LIFE has lovers often do.
Why is this inspiring, because we fail. We try and it backfires, we get rejected, our efforts are not appreciated, we feel perhaps like giving in..Encounters we make are a path where we may stumble, others don’t know how our efforts are shaping out to be.
But we strive to carry on….But l am telling you to paraphrase this world may feel like it’s not good enough. But carry on, be stronger, accept your calling remain committed.
That should be inspiring, yes l repeat it’s inspiring to fall, to not be understood, to be rejected. Then to carry on.
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