posted on Mar, 24 2013 @ 07:34 PM
Many weeks ago there was an amazing choir song sung, from over the fence, a group of soul singers, it was haunting and beautiful, such heart, it still
gives me goose bumps remembering. They are amazing.
But two gypsy sisters had already been.
All those honourable silent ones who did not gossip and judge, I owe great thanks, because they could have made life unbearable and did not, you
always have my respect.
Of the fellow who had the power cut to sing a song, you made me wish there was a dance card to fill, that was entirely sweet. Thank you. At one stage
I got the distinct impression of many badges raining down also in a show of support for the words I assume were shown here first, on ats.
I hope they are still here to see these now.
I want to help build a bridge like none ever seen, and without the help and guidance that I have experienced by all those who participated in, and
effected personally, I could not think of it at all.
I think though, with some of you I got your attention because I insulted you or your talent, would you return the favour by destroying my family unit
in retribution? I would hope not.
I have learned that thought forms travel and words travel further, but all is trumped by heart pulse and hopeful good intent. There are some very
gentle quiet types here who should not be harmed or intimidated, and they are everywhere. There are also silent warriors who have vast skill at
keyboard which I do not.
Some would have been quite shocked by things that should have been personal. I saw it in their faces, yet I spoke it not.
I want to build a team using the resources displayed, to help fix what is clearly broken (which translates to far more than local claims of ownership,
and the people are ready for something more, one small step at a time, if I'm allowed. I must do it through the motors, as that sound is what I
My thanks to the Jet and those that answered and wanted to save, I hope you are not disappointed and bitter like some here are.
It seems now like, I am supposed to link them so they will show me how to help, you know I can, and they have given themselves an out, by not allowing
my family to see them too and the regard they show.
The biggest Biker run I have ever seen, years ago, allowed me to merge into their middle and it was one of the most heart thumping exhilarating drives
of my life, in my little white V8.
They weren't rude or mean or disrespectful, I imagine they are loving families just like I try for mine to be. Great things always take hard work and
they have my respect.
I failed in my attempt (of a fashion) to keep my personal family whole and hearty, and as youngest daughter this is my fail, there is much history and
pain and damaged spirit to let go of some things too quickly, but I love them still and they are part of me for good or for not.
I want to continue to do that which my heart and mind tells me is right regardless.
There is not too much else I can do except keep on keeping on.
So my Pete of the Hell/Heaven Angels, there is to be another wedding a date yet to be set and of a different kind.
Quite possibly a second and maybe a first, and through you and yours, is where they must go, and only those I put forward to you myself, if you would
but do me the honour.
I was reminded by someone I consider now, the severity and propriety of such a thing, shown in four ways.
First he came with chaperone, then his men displayed his worth in their hearts, the third time he clearly showed his intent.
But to be sure, because what I have now is very important to me, there are very strict rules, of which we will discuss if you will gift me some of
your time, so we can share words.
I made him something to show an appreciation of his regard, but do not know if it insults or is sufficient or is even .....I don't know....proper.
That is what disables me most, not wanting to hurt or offend while I continue to learn.
Because that is what I called for originally, a teacher.
The unknown potential second(of this town that I have seen, unconfirmed as yet from the past, and unannounced), who would be the first mark and wears
a uniform of our Fine Blue Line. By the naming of himself, offers of 'gifts' have an entirely different meaning, and I have no intention of
offending by an unclear expectation of the sort of team I would build, knowing it is already vast.
So Pete, I would be honoured if you or your club could provide a chaperone and a few baby sitters for what is most precious to me, you are welcome in
this town, so we three can talk, or he may bring his chaperone again too.
I am no sneaky dishonourable whore, and will not do more harm to my friends or family by being seen as such by any here either.
I respect the jobs our forces do, and those of uniform, although I wear none, but that of mother, and their safety, and those who wear no uniform, is
as equally important to me as the safety of my own family here and elsewhere on this planet.