How it all began…

There’s a lot that can happen to one person in life. Some you control, some you can’t control. Control is very dangerous. It’s like a drug. You get so use to it, that without it, you withdraw. My control was taken away from me. I went from an employed single man with no kids, up for a promotion, back in college with exceptional grades – to a jobless, unemployed, 2x college drop out, with two kids, in a matter of a months. Talk about loss of control.

In order to explain how I got to this phase, I have to start from the beginning.

I was always big on control. Well, not always. Ya see, I use to be a simple, overachieving kid. I thought I knew everything. My life was already prepared for me by my lovely parents. I felt like I could do anything. My routine was simple: get good grades, do my chores, earn money however I can, and play with my friends. Pretty easy, aye? Who can’t control a life like that?!

Things were good for awhile, up until I became a preteen, which was the staple of popularity for my age range. On my 12th birthday, I went to school as normal. School went by very smoothly. All I could think about was what came after. I get home to be greeted by my parents. My father asked what did I want to do for my birthday. Man, the choice was all mine?! What kid deserves this much freedom of speech?? Anyway, I told him Red Lobster, and that’s where my parents, siblings, and I went to eat. It was nice. Great atmosphere, laughs and jokes all across the table, what more could I ask for? Well, I wasn’t done yet. Afterwards, my dad surprised me and took us to Toys ‘R’ Us(RIP 😢) and I could pick out whatever I wanted. I picked out the yellow power ranger, a laser weapon, and a few other knickknacks. I felt like a God.

That night, we get home, my siblings all split up amongst themselves to go play. Me, I went right to my room and started playing with my toys. The yellow power ranger did flips in the air, the other toys I was gifted all joined in the festivities. I was having my own carnival. The lasers weren’t working, so my father took them to the computer room and started working on them. Last image, of a spectacular day, was of my father trying to figure out how to fix my lasers, and after that I drifted off too sleep. A lot of excitement can really tire a brother out.

I remember it like it was yesterday. Waking up to my mother’s screams. I wasn’t sure what she was shouting at first. My mind was still a little foggy. After a few seconds of adjusting my eyes and focusing my hearing to what was happening, I heard my mother screaming “Mikeeee,” my fathers name. The computer chair, he was sitting in, was tilted all the way back, as if he fell down but still remained seated, his legs were hanging above the chair, and he lay unconscious. My mother kept screaming his name, but he lay motionless. I was in shock. I didn’t know what to do. My mom called 911. She then told my older brother to go with our little sisters, and I went with him. I remember the ambulance coming, trying to bring him back, and then taking him on the stretcher, away from us, and my mom went with him. My mother, by that time, had already called our oldest sister to come pick us up. Our older sister took us to my mother’s parents’ house, and we waited for our mother to call us and tell us everything with alright.

After a few hours, our mother called us with the news. Our father had passed away. We were all shocked. This wasn’t the news we were expecting to hear, this wasn’t the choice we made. This wasn’t the choice I made. I wanted my father back. I wanted my life back. I wanted my control back. Funny thing about life, that I learned that night, is that we are all on borrowed time. This isn’t our choice, but it is our gift. My life forever changed that night of my 12th birthday. I lost control, I lost the foundation of my life that I was raised upon. This was my first taste of losing control.

This is the first chapter of “How it all Began”.

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16 thoughts on “How it all began…

  1. Mathew | Blog of the Wolf Boy

    Wow! What an incredibly tragic tale. That’s so hard. Thanks for having the courage to share. Life is hard sometimes man. I’m glad you’ve tried to see the positives in the fact that we should appreciate life more and not less because we’re on borrowed time. I feel you on that one.

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    1. Michael_Malachi Post author

      Thank you for taking the time out to read my post! I was nervous to share at first, so your words mean a lot to me! I’ve learned to celebrate life, and with life comes death. It’s everyone’s destiny. As tragic as that situation was, I don’t think I would’ve took to writing without it happening. Everything definitely happens for a reason! I admire how positive you are as well! Your blog is very inspiring.

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      1. Mathew | Blog of the Wolf Boy

        Oh boy. Well I haven’t had many deaths in my family that have shook me to my core but I was shaped by multiple betrayals by people that I love, also an injury that changed my life and it was enough to shatter me and change my outlook. You’re right. Life is short! Appreciate what you can of it.

        I try to spread the positivity to others because I know how bad pain and suffering feels. Especially emotionally. Take care brother.

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      2. Michael_Malachi Post author

        That’s horrible man, betrayals sting just as bad, especially from the ones we hold so dear. Sorry to hear about your injury. The nosey man in me wants to ask what happened, though I’ll save it for the future, when you’re ready to share!

        You take care too bro. Thanks for the positivity!

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      3. Mathew | Blog of the Wolf Boy

        Oh I’ve done posts about it already 😛
        Herniated a disc in my neck. It’s become a lot better since I’ve injured it, but I was a really physical guy and it just flipped my life upside down for almost 7 or 8 months. I get closer and closer to normal again every day. It just started to feel like it was going to be forever. Pushed me out of a career that I hated and towards school though, so it wasn’t all bad.

        Anyways, take care 😉

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  2. tkbrownwriter

    I was an adult with teenage children when my daddy died, and they were all grown when my mama died. I can tell you, I knew they were coming, and I don’t think we can ever truly be prepared for the loss of a parent who loves you and you love in return. I have never felt such intense pain, and there have been many losses in my lifetime. My mama always said, “Pick yourself up, dust yourself off and try it all over again!” So that is what I have done. – and she was right. If we wallow in the loss, we are wallowing in self-pity! Much better to get up and help someone else along the way who is suffering a similar pain. Thank You for sharing!

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    1. Michael_Malachi Post author

      A really beautiful message! Love that quote. Very inspiring! Your mama sounds like she was very wise and loving! Sorry for your losses. When I was a teen, I always ran away from helping others emotionally. As I grew older, I realized how wrong it was, how cold it made me feel, and how closed I became. Ever since then, I’ve helped anyone that I could! You’re right and I completely agree with helping the next person and not wallowing in self-pity. We’re all here to help each other. Not doing so is like a double-edge sword. I appreciate and thank you for sharing!

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