The Great Reset – by G. D. Grace

The 2021 Presidential Inauguration of President Elect Joseph Robinette Biden Jr. & Vice-President Elect Kamala Devi Harris was like a spiritual experience to me. It occurred on Wednesday, January 20th, 2021, and it felt as though a heavy weight had been lifted off of my mind. After four years of absolute havoc, it felt like a great reset — a reset for the USA and the world. The economic hardships of millions along with the horrifying death-toll from the global COVID-19 pandemic, are the aftermaths of an inept government leader that cared more about power than he did the people.

The newly elected leadership has been left with quite a mess to clean up, but I am confident in their ability to lead the nation up from the ashes of hatred and violence, towards brighter days. My prayers are that they stay strong and steadfast on their mission of recovery for this ailing great nation.

January 19th, 2021 seemed like the finale of a dangerous reality show, and I’d like to thank CNN’s Don Lemon & Chris Cuomo for their entertaining and riveting broadcasting skills because they helped me stomach all the political craziness that took place this past year. On that same ticket with them is Trevor Noah, because his hilarious breakdown of all the political chaos made it palatable to my mental tongue. I always thought that once all the votes were counted, and the electoral college certifications were complete, that that was it. I was beyond frustrated.

Needless to say, when 45 and his woman left off in that helicopter before that dense crowd of onlookers, I was like good riddance to bad rubbish.


Love Thy Family – by G. D. Grace

I love my family, even when I don’t love my family. Family has the upper hand when it comes to knowing you, and your character flaws. It’s because, for the most part, they’ve been around you all your life. For the longest time I struggled with depression and a poor sense of self-worth — struggles which led to a very bad addiction to cocaine and alcohol.

For many years this addiction took precedence over everything. Every move I made was centered around having enough money to score some dope. Fortunately there was enough of the original blank slate left of me, so I was able to find my way back to a clear head and a better spiritual disposition. One thing very real to me was the fact that, if I continued down the path I was on, I would not only be spiritually broken, I’d be all the way dead.

Much of my reflections usually include recounts of my struggles with addiction. I suppose it’s because, even with over 7 years of sobriety, I always want to remember to be grateful for my life, my happy life. That said, I am still on a path of continued growth. My sister and I got into a heated argument early last year about the care of our aging mother, and in my anger I lashed out at my sister in text. I said some pretty horrible things in that text — things I wish I could take back, but was too prideful to take back — at least at that moment.

It took damn near a year for us to get back on speaking terms, and I was the one that made the initial attempt; however, my sister was receptive to talking to me. During our first discussion you could feel the chill between us, but as the days, weeks, and months moved on, we eventually got back on full speaking terms. During our spat, my sister did say something about me that stuck with me to this day; she said I was too judgmental — said that’s why I didn’t have anybody, romantically, in my life. For whatever reason I chose to accept her honest assessment of me.

This whole sobriety thing for me is about growth, and I embrace personal critiques better than I ever have before — especially if there might be a smidgen of truth to them. I discovered I am not a perfect person, that nobody is perfect. I also know that not every perception of me is always correct, but I do try to decipher which is and which is not.

Above all else I do my best to remain humble and grateful about the blessings I have — blessings in the form of people, places, and things.


Infamous 2020

Vivid images of the year 2020 are now etched in my mind along with the countless other images stored there, all from a life I am still living. In March of 2020, I remember watching transportation reservations dwindle, as people cancelled trips to the airport, vacations, wine-tours, quinceaneras, wedding arrangements, and just about every other public event that would require transportation. I watched the transportation business I worked for in early 2020 cease to be the thriving company it once was.

COVID-19 hit the globe like a rouge asteroid and just about everything came to a complete halt. To add insult to injury, in May of 2020, the recording of a black man named George Floyd being murdered by a white Minneapolis, Minnesota cop went viral, and Black Lives Matter protests erupted around the globe. Decent people of all races and all nationalities were enraged by what they saw, and they took to the streets by the thousands in protest against police brutality of black people.

As both of these global events shook the world, I found myself immersed in the media coverage on CNN. I watched more news during 2020 than I had in my entire life. Then, on November 3rd, the Presidential Election took place. After several agonizing weeks of voter fraud accusations from the Trump administration that bled into 2021, Joe Biden & Kamala Harris were finally certified as the new President & Vice-President elect.

And just when things seemed to be looking up with the new administration’s electoral-college certification being confirmed, Trump incited an insurrection up the road from the Capital. Thousands of angry white Trump supporters (with a splash of people of color in the mix) flooded the grounds of the Capital causing destruction and mayhem inside and outside the building. Law-makers were sent scurrying, running for their lives as the racist crowd infiltrated the sanctuary.

Of all the things that Trump had done, this was the final straw. He had already been impeached once, and he made history again by being impeached a second time. I only pray that the inauguration events are more peaceful — but, I won’t hold my breath.


USA COVID Statistics:

Total cases: 23.4M
Deaths: 389K