No strength to keep up fight

This cycle of abuse has to end!

As I lie in bed awake, again, I realize I don’t have the strength to fight back anymore.

I have been bullied and beaten down too many times. I used to be a very positive person, a glass half full kind of outlook was an attribute I could count on.

There comes a time when you know that if you stay, it won’t end well. I am now realizing that the time has come.

Throughout my life, I have given of myself, paid my fair share, spent time helping those around me. I feel as though I have contributed to the better good of my community. I am not naive, there are those who will read this and say I am to blame, that I could have done more, and should have done more.

I have grown too tired to raise my finger and point to find fault.

The sacrifices of the past are in the past. It’s the present that gives me pause for concern, and the future that frightens me. I am entering into a phase of action. I now need to rid myself of anything I have accumulated, dispose of anything that I can’t carry and get out of here.

I will give what I have to to make this happen, and let those in command divide the rest how they see fit

The federal, provincial and municipal politicians can keep what they want, then give some to the lawyers so they can fight to put oil and gas workers out of a job. Give more to the marginalized, the unemployed construction workers. I’m sure no one will be investing in this economic climate. Use some for welfare. The small business-owners that will soon be out of work.

Use some to pay for more facilities, staff them with doctors and nurses to help those in need inject drugs. I understand we are buying clean needles for prisoners now. That can’t be cheap.

Millions more are needed to fund national inquiries so we can all feel good about ourselves, while benefiting none. With an election around the corner, and the promises to come, that should eat up anything left over.

I believe the sooner there are no more taxpayers and everyone is poor, the quicker we can move forward. It’s the slow painful drain of what was once a proud strong country that is to hard to stomach.

Brad Airey