Kudos to the US Marines Corps, USCG & Navy SEALS

 Aloha & Happy Taco Tuesday, Reader,

This morning, after a gentle wake up with a new playlist of mine (click here to listen), I've decided to share stories & good tidbits from some beautiful souls I've met and observed on my journey. While I could choose to sit in anger and disappointment over my situation, that's not my preference, so here we go with the good people!

The United States Marine Corps & Navy Seals have supported me in various ways over the years, and while you may have noted (and probably have shared) my current disgust with the US Gov't, politicians, lawyers and other so-called leaders, many of our USMC and Navy Seals heartily agree with me that the time is up for these guys & gals. Actually, it’s quite OVERDUE.

Unfortunately, like me, many have been f'd over, suffered chronic PTSD and lost limbs and family members due to corrupt politicians, supported by a network of greed and pure evilness in America.

Here are a few wonderful interactions and observations I've had with both USMC & Navy SEAL veterans I've experienced over the years, which highlight their resiliency, honor and strength ... 

1. Hitchhiking from SoCal to NorCal in the fall of 2023 was quite cold to sleep at night, so a vet sheltered me while sleeping outside on library steps in Southern California. No expectations of physical intimacy, it was simply a true warm shelter for a woman who needed it. This wonderful man shared with me his body warmth, fully clothed in tattered clothing, and his sleeping bag overnight for a few hours, for which I’m forever grateful.
   
2. Reading fellow Ultraman finisher, David Goggin's book "Can't Hurt Me" in 2018 inspired me to fine tune my athletic mindset. I also listened to the audio version which is so good and the interview-format style is on point. While he is intense at times, I understand him to a level that the average "overly-comfortable and overly-EGO'd" American may not. A few months ago, when I was continuously harassed and poked at, one of my "David-inspired" morning mantras was: "Can't Trigger Me" and I had to repeat that to myself quite often while in public. Unfortunately, despite a mostly-safe environment nowadays, I return to this mantra, for my own sanity, growth and health. Admittedly and ironically, however, very few people at this time in my life can actually hurt me. Increasingly, that list is smaller and whether you are woken to the fact we are in a worldwide war state, will determine if you fully understand my situation and our collective worldwide situation.
   
3. Managing family tax compliance and other matters for a highly-respected former client of mine, John, a veteran. I wrote extensively about John last summer when I was living in my car and reflected what a humble gentlemen he was over the years. I began to appreciate him even more after realized he has been surrounded by over-inflated egos his entire career and how frustrating that must have been. Through my writing, I realized how much John & I have in common, as kindred spirits. Over the years, I greatly admired him through his charitable contributions to various organizations and became very aware of how carefully he built his trusted investment and legal team over the years. We've shared contacts through many prominent business professionals for over a decade. As I write this article, I smile on the inside at all the projects I managed for him (especially the MX real estate project!) and all of my interactions with his family. I always appreciated his humility in his work, especially as he would swing by our office to hand deliver tax receipts - always a man on a mission. I do hope he is well today. Only 67 years old, John could be my favorite Venture Capitalist I've ever met! :)
   
4. Meeting veteran Kevin on Route 1 on a Harley ride a few months ago was a super fun connection for me on many levels. We got to share fresh air and riding down the Coastal beauty of Route 1, stopping at Neptune's Net to observe the motorcycle clubs riding by. It was after this ride, my BF awarded me my "Harley flowers." Hahaha! I laugh looking back at this memory, with gratitude. It was an amazing day on many levels for all-around connection and solid healing vibes. Kevin has done extensive riding on his Harleys and we connected on certain popular riding gathering spots in the SF Bay Area. As a general rule of thumb, wherever there are scenic back-country roads and idyllic scenery, you'll find the most bada$$ and hardcore road cyclists and motorcyclists. We've got a lot more in common than the average eye would see. Kevin, if you see this article, hope you enjoy a nice ride on your stunningly-crafted 120th anniversary bike today. Similar to my 2022 Blue-Green Cervelo, that bike was not built to collect dust. :) May you ride as freely as you can!

In closing, while I've had many interactions with many branches of the government, I have to say marines, SEALS and USCG are my favorite! :) I'm well aware many serve in overlapping branches of the military defense teams, but I am choosing to keep this blog simple and to the point: there are still many good men and women serving the United State of America! This article is not meant to exclude any good souls that have helped my journey, including Trauma Doctor Mike of the USCG, whom I met a year ago in Redwood City, CA, but to provide you a preview of the good guys on my side. Also, we could also use a positive spotlight right now. Maybe baby boomers can read my blog versus tuning into Fox or ABC news? Please comment below with your good veteran stories.

In the spirit of generational healing and gratitude, I know my grandma Barb would be so incredibly proud of all of these good men and women, for taking care of her granddaughter and great-grandson and ensuring their lives are safe. While Barbara left multiple relationships with men due to abusive situations, I can and will positively honor her legacy (and her favorite colors of red and purple!) for the rest of my years to come. #iykyk

**I mentioned to a handful of people last summer it may be easier for me to ignite WWIII than it would be to get justice, which includes FULL custody of my son. In the spirit of hope and faith, I even shed my Everlast boxing glove in Palo Alto, CA... but here I am, 175 days later, still no resolution. (Maybe this symbolic act was interpreted as a "gloves off" approach, instead of my intentions of no more fighting...) While I do not like war, not only am I protected by higher power, but I am protected by good men, so this gives me peace.

Please do not contact me directly, unless you have resources and/or answers for my son & I.

With High Hopes & Positive Action,

Heidi