Dear ShiloShilo2010 wrote:I’m not sure what kind of mind would be able to fabricate something like that Stef.Shilo2010 is me, I am a person. What you just did was question my honesty.
I wrote this for one reason only. I appreciated what the person that opened the thread was trying to do and felt my story could offer someone hope. I really don’t care one way or the other if you want to believe it or not, I do however care that the one person that logs in that it may help is now going to be pre conditioned to disbelief because of your comment. I have no issues sharing my past, I have always been an open book by nature. I have dealt with my demons and think it unlikely I will ever run for congress.
I find it sad, that I am more able to trust than you Stef.
I appreciate the more compassionate comments you made.
Peace
Noted, and thank. Would you share what were those "wisdoms" you gained?Shilo2010 wrote:Carmichael, its fine for you to PM me.
Dont concern yourself for me mate.
The legacy I recieved was certain wisdoms.
I am aware of where I am.
One other thing Carmichael.
I have just edited to add this foot note.
I would like you to know I do not seek council or advice.
Please respect that with your correspondence.
I offer this in the hope it may be some small help to others.
Dear Shilo, the excerpts above are some of the finest writing I have ever read. And I am a paid freelance writer so I know a little bit about writing, and some of what you wrote was just amazing. Having run away at such a young age I'm guessing that you do not have much formal education and it shows a little in the spelling and grammar (just a little, most of it is fine), but those are minor things. Few people can write as you do, from their heart and about the stuff that life is made of. I wish I myself could write that way, honestly.Shilo2010 wrote: This is me and my story
It took longer to live than it did to write.
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I’m the guy that helps you when your car has broken down. I’m the guy that protects your wife when she needs help and there’s no one around.
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For those who have never known loneliness, Loneliness is sitting beside a dirt road in the remote outback with no money, no where to go, no one to love or be loved by and no ideas on what to do next. The thing I remember most vivdly from those years is a sound.
It’s the sound of gravel crunching under my boots as I walked the roads.
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