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Wow, and just when I thought a customer couldn't surprise me.....



"How do I get to that store across the street?"



Blink



Umm Walk, drive? ahhh cross the road a perpendicular angle? What kind of question is that?

Well I had good news today. My former regional manager called and I can get a Technician job back. I had to go to sales when they 'surplused' my former tech position. I like using my hands and mind and I like helping people. It was fantastic news for me.



Then the funny thing was, I went to get into my car to go to work and Louie Armstrong was on singing it's a wonderful world.



Can I dare to hope to think that things might be looking up for me?

Modern medicine is a marvel of ingenuity and technology and sheer will to save lives. Yet how does one save the soul that has withered and died? The soul that yearns for companionship and yet is too afraid of the pain that might come? How does one survive such aweful torment? Or is it merely existing in this place untiil death calls upon you to accompany him to whatever lies beyond the veil?



How much pain, heartache and lonliness can the soul endure? Many here and elsewhere have attempted suicide. I am forbidden. Only if my honor should fail would I be permitted that final self sacrifice. And so I exist, day to day, hoping that someone will find me and love me and yet fearful of that hand that reaches out to me, for fear that, like so many others, it might reach now only to push away later. That it might produce the dagger that plunges into the soul yet again.



"You knock upon my mind and you beg to borrow a cup of wisdom, you've come to seek the truth to ask me where it's at.



I thank you for your confidence in me and yet, you see I cannot draw for you in black and white

a map for you to follow in your quest for that which all men seek, for each man must find that road alone, each day as he eases himself into the stream of life if he's lucky he may come a little nearer to that goal.



I too have been a prospector, wandering through the maze, buffeted by the storms and jagged rocks of life that tore the nerve ends of my hopes and dreams, and like yours my skin was much to thin to shield me from the inroads of our times.



The big machines

The strangling crimson tape

The hatefilled moats that keep us from the other seekers, searching too for the road to where it's at.



But then, one day, the fog within my mind began to clear and for me the truth shone forth as brilliant as a thousand suns. I had it all along within my grasp, the answer so simple that I almost didn't see it. It's love, loving someone more than you love yourself. Loving so much that you trust, you give, and you ask nothing in return. This is the purest form of love.

And then.

and this is the miracle.

If the one you're giving to believes as you, then you've found it, the treasure you've been seeking, you've found out, where it's at."



WHERE IT'S AT - author unknown.



I thought I had, but how I was decieved. Why is it that I have survived upon soils in distant lands and cities and yet I cannot win the one battle that I truly wish that I could claim victory of? Something so grand, yet something so simple as love.