posted on Aug, 11 2011 @ 11:35 AM
Posting from a FedEx rent-a-comp.
You guys have made me cry.
Much, much thanks to all my fellow ATS'ers.
Nearly done moving our stuff out into storage, several days late, much to the annoyance of our landlady.
I'm exhausted, but game, running on about 3 hours sleep a night for the past week, but another day will see us out, then I can find a place to sleep
for bit and recover, and think about the next steps.
For those who are wondering, my brother does get disability and MediCal, but no food stamps, etc. Our income just wasn't sufficient to maintain after
we lost our roomies (business they worked for was sold without much warning and they lost their jobs) and the landlady insisted on a no-roomies
policy. We were stuck in the conundrum of having to pay too much for rent, but never getting far enough ahead to afford to move, instead slipping
further and further behind. We moved in with a bigger family and better jobs. Now our problem is that we've lacked the reserves to pay both rent and
deposits for a new place (rents are high here in San Diego), while paying for the help to move. After 14 years in one spot, you accumulate a lot of
stuff. We've sold or given away a lot, but still have a lot that needs stored.
Again, our thanks for your support and generosity, every little bit helps.
But more than the cash, which I never expected, the words of strength and caring strengthen my spirit and give me renewed faith and hope in all of us.
We will all of us survive, grow stronger, and better, all of us as long as we care for each other as you have shown, no matter how tough times
ATS, you are the best!!
I can't begin to thank you enough.
When we get settled again, I will find a way to show our appreciation to you all.
One thing I can and will do is share with you all as soon as I can a book of sort of poetry I wrote a long time ago when memories of Vietnam
overwhelmed me. I sat near a waterfall and bawled my eyes out and wrote them down,and have very rarely shared any of it as being too personal.
I called it Memorystones,
Like kidneystones, but in the mind and far harder to pass.
The Sniper's Tale/The Sniper's Other Story
'I tracked them
for a week'
(he removed the bolt
and disassembled it)
'they had just started
(the stock, trigger, and barrel
joined the bolt)
'I waited until they
and had lit up.'
(the rifle was whole again)
'Then I killed them.
Middle one first.'
(the bolt was neatly laid out
'I think the last one
(stock, trigger, and barrel)
'It was some sort of
(he cleaned and oiled
all the parts)
'I was on a hill
overlooking the audience
(he worked the bolt of
'It was some kind of
(it was all in pieces
'He was making a bombastic
at the top of his lungs
when I killed him.'
'I like a kill like that.
It terrorizes the troops.'
(in pieces, neat)
'It took me three days
to get clear
(the firing pin snicked
'This is my third
(the hands paused in
'Sometimes I wonder what
when the war is
(the rifle was in pieces again.
Again, our heartfelt thanks.
I have to go now, but I'll try to get on again tomorrow or the next day.