For those who are new to my little corner of the Vine are probably unaware that when I started writing here, I endeavored to be as open and honest in my writing as possible. I also thought it important that folks got a good view of my general views and thought process so I began with a couple of essays about my rather unique world view. I truly admire the Igbo people’s concept of “Secrecy is an Abomination” and “Living a Transparent Life”, and have attempted to follow that tribe’s example when I write. I also came on the Vine with an idea already developed that was designed to help Homeless Veterans, and have written a few article detailing the trials and tribulations of starting a non-profit organization, called WOLF Camp.
I must be honest about my failure in getting WOLF Camp off the ground and it is not if I was not honest about my short-comings in regard to Fund-raising, Public Relations and the like, when I started this ball rolling. I just really thought that I could find the right people to help balance out the equation, but it was a “non-starter”. I bit-off more than I could chew, is what it all comes down to.
I am coming to the conclusion that the group I identified for help from the program, are by-n-large not interested in changing their environment, much less their long term situation (with very few exceptions, and those Brothers of Mine - weigh on my mind ). Today was the icing on the cake in regard to my dealings with homeless people, I had my Kershaw folder and a cell phone disappear from my backpack while I was doing my laundry over at the Laundromat (It is my own damn fault, I was wearing PJ pants with no pockets so I had all my crap in a backpack, and I left it in the cart with LT and Lobo outside. Two homeless guys who were selling cans next door to the laundry, started petting my dogs as I was putting my clothes in a dryer, did not notice them go near the bag, but one of them must have). So my compassion for any homeless person is at an all-time low right about… Now. That does not salve the sting of failure for my idea though, does it?
Also there is the fact that I have my own issues… that I have written about as well… those may have been a factor in the companies I contacted about funding, deciding against supporting a start-up non-profit organization run by Hyper-Aggressive Army Veteran with Anger Issues. Yeah I can see that.
I am stubborn enough not to trash the idea completely, but the scope and scale will not be the same. The idea is a good one, but the target group will have to change. I am thinking about recent returning combat vets… give them a nice couple of weeks in the woods, time to decompress if needed. Whatever happens, it won’t be a non-profit enterprise that is for sure. Just something I’m playing with, there are other directions I could take the “concept template” as well.
It is nice to be free of the load for a while. I used to think about the program all the time, since I wrote the piece titled Ask Not, I hardly think about it anymore. The incident this morning just heaved it up out of it’s slumber.
I am also playing with an idea that is not as socially acceptable and/or responsible, that idea is not related to the above referenced “concept template“… but more on that in a coming article. It may even provide a way to earn the some funds in an old manner- if the fates smile on me, that is. (Hehehe - this is a truly devious idea - Hehehe)
What can I say? I am a Planner and an Idea Guy… and that is not always a good thing.