posted on Oct, 29 2015 @ 02:40 AM
a reply to: destination now
I had to laugh when I got to the bit about the fire. It's so typical. You try to help and next thing you know the fire brigade are there for four
hours to make things safe. Then I got to the bit about weeks of suffering from smoke inhalation and permanent fire anxiety for your daughter and I
sobered up quick. You learned the hard way. It's a common story.
She wants to change but she hasn't been able to. It'll be a miracle if she does, but miracles do happen.
A friend of mine, a female biker, let a local troubled guy stay for a few days. She found he was spitting behind the sofa and told him firmly to stop.
He was sleeping on the rug in front of the fire. After he'd left a few days later she discovered he'd been lifting up the edge of the rug and spitting
there instead. He's an extraordinary character, he's very well known and very much loved. It's easy to preach tolerance for his eccentricities when he
isn't spitting in your house.
His behaviour is unlike anyone I've ever met. He hides behind trees, sometimes charges at you cursing, seems to have the ability to guess the
childhood nickname you were teased with, manipulates a group of people with a few words then disappears with a laugh and after a few minutes everyone
catches on that he just played them all like a fiddle.
He has frightening strength. I once saw him discover a black alkathene pipe attached to a tap he got water from. He screamed and grabbed the pipe,
bent it back and forth several times and tore it in half. It's easy to see how someone like this can be intimidating and not a welcome house guest,
but I've never heard any suggestion of him actually harming anyone.
edit on 29 10 2015 by Kester because: (no reason given)