If you've followed the Bidens, grew up in their hometown of Scranton Pa or Delaware, and have known them most of your life through your connections via an ex-spouse who worked at OBP than you might feel akin to reading this memoir.
However, for me it's nothing of what I expected and sadly have to agree it felt more like the '12 step meeting' as noted from an NPR review - than anything else.
While my heart aches for this family- that reminds me of the Kennedy's in some fashion with the horrific life events- it's in no way meant to diminish nor take away from the fact that we all have excessive situations in our life and sadly many of us succumb to them.
In this case, Hunter is a victim of his own making. His drug use and consequently his own actions have led him down this path of destruction in which once addicted to crack and other hard core drugs the pathway to recovery becomes less familiar and more hardened.
The breakaway with the death of his own family and their own pain didn't seem to stir the need to try to come clean though it's discussed.
It reminds me of the ex spouse I divorced who claimed he wasn't a family man but would want credit for raising of his kids as he resided five steps away and wanted to be kept abreast to every iota of involvement with them yet couldn't remember their own birthdates.
A better example would be when you place those war time hero photos for view of your family's veteran's but never spent a dime of time with your current family nor have memories of your past to cherish because of your lack of involvement with them. Framing pictures and placement upon walls for discussion about the family's
accomplishments isn't quite the same as being present in the here and now.
While I realize the father is the center of this whirlwind and we must paint an array of rainbows I would prefer a more intimate and personal reflection that was carefully and professionally administered and not something that was more about the 'me' syndrome.
As with everything when trouble hits it doesn't effect just one but it ripples across the prairies.
The fact that he addressed the implications of his actions upon the Biden 'brand' name was quite interesting but nothing that we wouldn't have already known or expected.
It was very tampered down, very shadowed, and very dark and I was hoping something brighter, more precise, and more thoughtful.
The continued drug use while as a parent in his later years also rubbed me raw.
I have three kids. I was homeless after divorce and filed Chapter 7 Bankruptcy as a direct result of living over a year without employment, housing, or income.
I had a son that was medically disabled for life and we ate at food banks and watched strangers pick food out of garbage cans in a nearby park to feed themselves.
We were tossed to the street like rag dolls, our utilities turned off, our ability to find employment cut off from the rest of the world after 20 years of being a homemaker to tend to a disabled child.
We couldn't even get a doctor to sign off on a waiver to prevent our electricity from being turned off due to the disability and a current protection from abuse order because my son didn't need electricity to live.
Therefore, we attended volunteering events at our local woman's shelter so as not to feel bitter but to feel gratitude that while we too were once homeless we found another path albeit with the aid of friends and family that weren't as wealthy as this family.
I used to complain about having severe stenosis in my back with temporary paralysis upon my legs till I assisted a woman crossing the street with twisted legs so bad that she had to hold unto the metal bar that wrapped around our telephone pole in front of the church to elevate herself up to the curb level from the street.
While I was told, "no" countless times in regards to being employable with a Masters, in extreme poverty, after raising my kids, I reflected upon those who were unable to be so lucky in having children and had tried adoption, infertility, surgery, and or found other means.
The moral is to count those blessings. Not salivate on what might've been or could've been but what is and what you see before you is what you presently have to own.
I mention all this because I was on the front line. Not of war - No- of the NICU unit as a grieving mother. I spent 2 months in the NICU alone praying for a miracle for my son born with vater syndrome for life.
That son is now going to be 21 in November and will be graduating with high honors and all accolades with three honor societies this June.
You see there's another family that was next to us that lost their baby. That baby was covered up by a sheet. That family had to go to another wing of the NICU to find solace and peace.
Please don't throw your life away when you have so many things to be grateful for having.
This is such a shame to see such self wallowing but we need to remember that hope springs eternal and it begins with God's children.
Go forth and be the leader God intended you to be and do so with grace, dignity, and the mind to know that when God is for you nobody can be against you.
It doesn't matter what others think of you. It only matters what you think of yourself.
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