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<\/a><\/p>\nTERRY MOSHER<\/p>\n
I was once a Hank Williams bevy of sad songs. That memory is awful sad and it took away all the spring in my youthful step and dragged me down and kept me from achieving what I believe I could have if I hadn\u2019t gone down Hank\u2019s \u201cLost Highway.\u201d<\/p>\n
Me and my three brothers were\u00a0 talking about this recently when I went back to our home state (New York) and our hometown (Portville), My three brothers \u2013 Ray, Ronnie and David \u2013 were all excellent high school athletes and I was expected at the time to be even better.<\/p>\n
And for a short time I was. Then came the sadness that came with our mother\u2019s death when I was 12, my father\u2019s remarriage a year ago, a move from Portville to Ferndale just on the other side of Bellingham and a life where I wasn\u2019t welcomed in the blended family and lost my way down that Lost Highway in my own thoughts and my own wanderings<\/p>\n
I was \u201cAlone and Forsaken\u201d and drifted away from athletics and from the classroom. I barely existed the four years of high school at Ferndale, lost in my own thoughts and misery as the \u201cThe Blues Come Around.\u201d I certainly wasn\u2019t myself, although I\u2019m pretty sure none of my classmates and friends knew that. I was a different soul and \u201cFor Me there Was No place\u201d that I felt I belonged as I once was.<\/p>\n
Staying away from home for long periods of the day and wandering the nearby woods or just walking along the lonesome railroad tracks, counting the ties and throwing rocks was my home.<\/p>\n
Looking back there was no growth, other than physically. I grew taller, almost six-foot-five, but I was skinny as the tracks I often walked on. If I weighed a buck 50 it w as because I was soaked from the rain that swallowed me as I walked alone, adrift in my own dreams and wants.<\/p>\n
How I survived, I don\u2019t know. Physically I wasn\u2019t there. Mentally I was gone. Emotionally, I was a wreck. There were many times I drove my dad\u2019s DeSoto faster than it showed on the 140-mile-per-hour speedodometer. \u00a0Sometimes it was a gravel county road with a close friend screaming in my ear as I laughed and lowered my foot on the gas pedal just a little more.<\/p>\n
I raced another friend one night from Bellingham on I-5. I beat him although he was pushing the limits of the new truck that belonged to the farmer he worked for. Nothing, it seemed, could slow me down. I was the Red Baron, scarf blowing in the wind, as I mindlessly came near losing my mind, and my life.<\/p>\n
Nothing mattered to me. It was like \u201cI don\u2019t care (If Morning Never Comes)\u201d and just kept speeding down that Lost Highway.<\/p>\n
Those high school days were a blur even though I wanted to be in the school more than I did at home. When the final bell rang each school day dead, I became a zombie again and I slowly took my time walking the three miles back to the home where I was not welcomed.<\/p>\n
I found love for the first two times. Once on a visit back to my old hometown, but then she found her eventual husband and my only solace was the Dear John Letter that I refused to open until nearly a month after it arrived in the mail box.<\/p>\n
I have blocked out what it said when I finally did read it, but I do know I ripped it to shreds because it ripped me to shreds. It was like a blast from \u201cCold, Cold Heart\u201d and it took years to get over it.<\/p>\n
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\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0 \u201cI tried to so hard my dear to show that you\u2019re my every dream<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 Yet you\u2019re afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 Why can\u2019t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Then there was the one who was as lonesome as I was. We cried on each other\u2019s shoulder and wished it would all go away. Her story was a dysfunctional home with an alcoholic father and a poor gambler. She was fortunate to find another and that left me out in the cold and lonesome once again.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHear that lonesome whippoorwill<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He sounds too blue to fly<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 The midnight train is whining low<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 I\u2019m so lonesome I could cry.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0 <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 I\u2019ve never seen a night so long<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 When time goes crawling by<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 The moon just went behind the clouds<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 To hide its face and cry<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 Did you ever see a robin weep<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 When leaves begin to die?<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0 Like me, he\u2019s lost the will to live<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0 I\u2019m so lonesome I could cry.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Life picked up when I went to college back east for a year and half and then traveled to California with three New York friends for some badly needed sunshine and life on a beach with beautiful women nearby sunning themselves.<\/p>\n As I matured and finished out my college life at Western Washington I started to understand a bit more my situation and while it was still not great it was doable and I would eventually meet my lovable and beautiful Mary and we would wind up here in West Sound.<\/p>\n After our granddaughter\u2019s death in 1989 and a year\u2019s search for the truth, some of it awful, \u201cI saw The Light.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0 \u201cI wandered so aimless life filed with sin \u00a0 I saw the light, I saw the light \u00a0Just like a blind man I wandered along \u00a0I saw the light, I saw the light \u00a0I was a fool to wander and stray \u00a0I saw the light, I saw the light I don\u2019t know if you understand what I have written or care to understand. I just know it happened and I am likely not the only one to feel like I did. We are a nation that is more divisive then I have ever experienced it and I know that there are a lot of homes where some kids do not feel safe or loved.<\/p>\n If there is anything to learn from my experiences, it is that time will heal a lot and that it is necessary to hang in there no matter how difficult it might seem. There is a light shining out there for you and I want you to know that you are loved and can love in return.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" TERRY MOSHER I was once a Hank Williams bevy of sad songs. That memory is awful sad and it…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12,3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1893","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-column","category-mosher"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1893","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1893"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1893\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1894,"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1893\/revisions\/1894"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1893"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1893"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1893"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI wouldn’t let my dear savior in
\nThen Jesus came like a stranger in the night
\nPraise the Lord I saw the light<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nNo more darkness, no more night
\nNow I’m so happy no sorrow in sight
\nPraise the Lord I saw the light<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nWorries and fears I claimed for my own
\nWhen like the blind man that God gave back his sight
\nPraise the Lord I saw the light<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nNo more darkness, no more night
\nNow I’m so happy no sorrow in sight
\nPraise the Lord I saw the light<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nStraight is the gate and narrow’s the way
\nNow I have traded the wrong for the right
\nPraise the Lord I saw the light<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nNo more darkness, no more night
\nNow I’m so happy no sorrow in sight
\nPraise the Lord I saw the light.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n