Sweet Chocolatee

I consider myself a fairly bright person.  For the most part.

I’m pretty good with money.   I’ve got a handful of street smarts and you don’t have to tell me ten times how to get something done.

Ok, maybe eight.

However when it comes to movies or magic, I am the greatest (and most clueless) audience of all-time.

I am amazed by everything, while figuring out nothing.

The big reveal in The Crying Game.... I wouldn’t have seen it coming if it had slapped me in the face.

I’ve been writing this blog for exactly three months, posted more than 60 entries and it wasn’t until tonight that I figured out that I am part of a cult.

A good cult, but a cult.

My cult is called, THE BLOGOSPHERE.

It’s a group, a large group, of people who have decided that it is time for their voice to be heard, even if you don’t really know who is listening.

In my case, I decided to write a blog about my new career -- unemployment.

I really didn’t expect anybody to read it, except for the handful of friends that I bombarded with links.

That was until Henry & Nicolas jumped in.

Thanks to them, my story was told at businessinsider.com and La Presse Newspaper in Canada.

Since then, I have had more than 50,000 hits.  Fif-tee Thou-sand hits! 

I realize to some of my blogging brethren, that number is just a blip, but to me, it’s a miracle.

I can’t even count the number of supportive notes that I have received.  

Actually, I can count them, since I saved them all, but you get the cliche.

Well, here’s the real point.

There is a wonderful person named Anne-Marie, who writes a French blog titled Montreal Chocolatee (http://montrealchocolatee.blogspot.com/).

I believe I have already properly documented the extent of my extremely limited French vocabulary, but thanks to the amazing Google Translate feature, I was able to read her beautiful blog today.

What I wasn’t able to do was read it without tearing up.

The subject was moi.   I mean, me.

She even posted her version of the “I Believe In Bacon” t-shirt.   Due in stores in 2015.

Anne-Marie and I have never met and probably never will, but thanks to this beautiful cult of ours, we are now able to follow each other on Twitter.

That’s what us cult members do, we follow.

I hope you are able to read her entire blog, which can be found at the link listed above, but if not, here are the Cliff Notes.

• I must say it is a blog as we do not read every day. Sir Bacon has a feather of truth sometimes unsettling. His adventures are told in a captivating, touching, and sincere way, whether with his professional approaches, with his children or his mother, whose condition worsens.

• I suggest everyone to go for a ride on the blog, be it for a minute or an hour, as was the case for me. The writing of Sir Bacon hung me from the beginning, I could not stick to reading a single ticket. 

Now I’m guessing the translation was not perfect, but thanks to Google Translate, you get the point.

And to me the point is this...

Honestly, between my unemployment and problems with my mom, I am going through the worst stretch of my life.  

It really doesn’t take a whole lot of support to give me a boost.

But what I got today from Anne-Marie was a whole lot of support.

And it feels great.

In any language.

Now if I can only figure out what Montreal Chocolatee means.