A Note About Tampa
Above is a beautiful night picture of Bayshore Blvd. in Tampa, FL. This sidewalk is the largest in the world. I lived in Tampa from November 1985 until November 2013. This city is actually the place that taught me responsibilities. Although I was born in Los Angeles and lived in California until 1973, moved to Michigan and left in 1981 and first went to Ft.Myers to live then back to Michigan for about 4 months, then to Tampa.
What I really wanted to share with you is that I got an email from RealAge.com about the 10 most stressful places to live. I was shocked to find Tampa on the list. Here is what it says about it:
America’s Top 10 Most Stressed-Out CitiesFind out where residents battle the most stress and where they’ve mastered the art of stress relief.8. Tampa, FL
Tampa, the city with the fourth oldest RealAge, is the second spot in Florida to make our most-stressed list. Aside from also being one of the worst cities for insurance and income, Tampa residents have high rates of unemployment -- another big cause of stress. How to cope? Besides getting exercise, eating a healthy diet and reaching out to your support network, “Realize that if you lose a job in this economy, it’s not necessarily a reflection of your abilities,” says Roach. “Recognizing this may make it easier to avoid potentially self-destructive behaviors, such as alcohol use, and reduce stress associated with being in-between jobs.”
Here is the city I really learned to grow up and learned to be responsible. When I first got here I was homeless. I was young and scared and ran from every bad situation into another. I am going to share that I had just gotten out of the Pontiac State Hospital in Michigan. (That was a trip that I will never forget) Anyways out of the blue I remembered that my brother was living here. So I called him and asked him to please take me off the streets. His then wife didn't want me there and I can't say that I blame her. So my brother found a boarding home for me to stay at. And about a half block down the street was an AA group. I was told by someone in the boarding home that I could get free coffee there. I asked him what is AA. He said Alcoholics Anonymous. I busted out laughing. I said I was not an alcoholic. I had mental problems. (I'm okay now at least not like 1985) Anyways I went and got a lot of support. They didn't care if I was or not alcoholic. They just told me to keep coming back. And I did for awhile then I got very depressed and said to myself, these people are real alcoholics and I'm not. So I left but a few really cared about me. Anyways slowly I was getting better from my ordeal in 1985. Went back to AA in 1989 because I ran into someone from AA after my daughter's father and I split up. He said go back, we love for you to be there. So I did and stayed for 12 years all the while in my mind I was not convinced of being an alcoholic. But the 12 steps made me grow up in a lot of ways. So much had happened in which it taught me to be responsible and take action. I ended up having my own cleaning business, raised my daughter by myself starting when she was 6 yrs. old. Made many mistakes too along the way but who doesn't. And of course I had a lot of stress. Met a lot of good people. Learned so much while in Tampa.
Going to close now because it is late for one and two my life is going to continue to change. You'll find out. So long for now.
This used to be my Holy Ground. Off to the side where it was quiet and private.