Reaching deep inside so I can connect

Harry Croghan - Contributing Columnist

I try to share things that I have experienced, good or bad, so that someone might benefit from reading it. I didn’t live 70-plus years to keep it all to myself. A shared experience is what makes us helpful to each other and helps us to not feel alone when we have similar times in our own lives.

Sometimes when you reach into your basic fears, you can touch something needed in others. I don’t try to go for this in every article but sometimes I feel that something really needs to be said about a subject and if I feel I can contribute to the idea in a beneficial way, I try to write about it. Sometimes when I am finished I really don’t have much to share except my own petty gripes so that potential article finds its way into the trash can.

Even when something seems inspired, it might not be. I do get sidetracked a lot. Sometimes it is good and useful, other times, it finds its way to the trash showing again that not all that is written is good or worthy of your eyes.

I married my first great editor of my thoughts. She lets me know if the article is okay or good. She doesn’t like junk either. I, on the other hand, am not as good. I know I am not a professional writer either. I write like I am talking to a dear friend. I try not to talk about a lot of negative things. The news is crammed full of that.

Over the years, I have learned from many personal experiences. Things I thought that were really bad in my life were actually good for me. It’s all in the timeline of one’s life that experiences reveal their real truth. I have lived long enough to be able to look back and see how each little and big occurrence worked together to show me who I am and why I am here. I don’t think the full story has been written yet but enough of the parts are coming together to reveal to me who I am and some of the purposes as to why I am here. These articles are a very intricate part of my personal revelation.

This is not an ego trip. I have revealed some definite flaws in my life experiences. Some of which my wife did question as to whether I should reveal this about my and our personal life. If I feel the need of a soul out there that it could help, I am open to revealing myself as a person who has been there and with the grace of God, made it through to the other side, not alone, but with the help of many other souls.

What I thought was a rotten childhood ended up being one of the richest resources I could ever have had. Did I come from the other side of the tracks. Yes, literally and when I moved away I was never far from those railroad tracks. My real story is one of evident miracles, many of them.

Why do I really believe in God, Christ, the Holy Spirit and guardian angels? It’s simple. Face death as many times as I did and survive. You will know that it took the supernatural to keep me alive. There’s also the unbelievable odds that were overcome to get me into the right college at the right time. That was a big, big miracle. Odds don’t count where miracles abound. That is a rich story by itself.

So I write as segments of my life experiences come back into active memory. I figure there must be a reason if only to help one person. That makes it relevant.

Harry Croghan

Contributing Columnist

Harry Croghan is an artist, photographer, writer and teacher. He can be reached at 740-852-4906 or by e-mail at

Harry Croghan is an artist, photographer, writer and teacher. He can be reached at 740-852-4906 or by e-mail at