Riches Lost, Riches Found Introduction

Riches Lost, Riches Found

Hi! please let me introduce myself. My name is Michele Olson, I am 35 years old, married with one teenage daughter. We live in a small San Juaquin Valley town in California called Lodi. We love animals and if we lived in the country none would be turned away, but since we live in town we have to turn away at the site of a kitten, puppy or any stray. We currently have two cats and one dog. I am a stay at home mom who works in-home and homeschools our daughter. My husband, Rick, is a truck driver who hauls for a local cement company. That way he does not have to leave his family for long periods of time. My daughter, Trinie, is a typical teenager! I believe at this writing she is into pooh bear, boys, music, boys, singing, boys, oh yea; I almost forgot she's into boys. This is subject to change at any minute.

I have a lot of interests, but my most favorite is writing, even though I haven't done much in a long time. I did get published once a couple of years ago, I will provide a link to this story when I get it up on our family page. I also enjoy to read and do crafts, but haven't done much of these the last year or so either. What I have been doing the last year and a half is enjoying web and graphic design. I have even started sharing some of my designs, check out "Michele's Graphic Creations". I have recently joined the Geocities Community Leader Team and really enjoy helping people out.

What I really want to do with this section is break down my life into chapters. I think you will really enjoy reading my life's story, it has a lot of tragedy, but it also tells how I have been able to pull out of those tragic and dark times of my life.

The background song is titled "The Rose" and when I heard it again about a year ago or so, I thought that it said what I felt about my life.

The Rose

Words and lyrics by Amanda McBroom Song by Bette Midler

Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, and endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed.

It's the heart afriad of breaking, that never learns to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dyin, that never learns to live.

When the night has been to lonely, and the road has been to long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong.
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies a seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose.

So if you will, please read on and check back for the continuing story of "Riches Lost, Riches Found".

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