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Title: My Boy (Lyrics) | he ain't my blood but he's my boy
Source: Elvie Shane
URL Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KCjIKSQFIs
Published: Apr 19, 2022
Author: Elvie Shane
Post Date: 2022-04-19 22:11:10 by Esso
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Views: 58
Comments: 5


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I heard this the first time today.

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#1. To: Sling Blade, Squirt, 4um (#0)

For you...

“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone.
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”

Esso  posted on  2022-04-19   22:12:42 ET  Reply   Trace   Private Reply  


#2. To: Lod, 4um (#1)

16 or 17 years ago, my neighbor came to see me, lower lip quivering. He was an Army veteran. He needed help.

CPS wanted to take his 4 y/o daughter away from him and his wife because a dentist turned them in for not wanting, or having the money to have some kind of ridiculous root canal surgery done on their girl's baby teeth.

I love a fight against the government, so I got between them and the government and somehow resolved the event. I lost a lot of memory in an accident years later, but I know it cost me a shitpot of money. I never let my wife know what was going on, but if I had, we'd have been divorced years sooner, I'm sure. Hell, I lost two million in the divorce in 2014, so I didn't exactly leave her destitute.

The four year old girl that was allowed to stay with her parents is a fine, young gal, 20, that is still with her folks, working her way through college, no tats, no purple hair, no nose rings. Pretty young woman.

Her mom and dad are taking care of me through some mechanical difficulties I'm currently trying to work through, it's no big deal to them, they're just paying it back.

I guess all-in-all, I've got three children, three grandchildren, without siring any kids, and every one of them is more honorable than anybody at the helm of the ship of state today.

“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone.
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”

Esso  posted on  2022-04-19   22:55:35 ET  Reply   Trace   Private Reply  


#3. To: Esso (#2)

StraitGate  posted on  2022-04-19   23:44:25 ET  Reply   Trace   Private Reply  


#4. To: StraitGate, Lod, 4um (#3)

Thanks, Strait.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem.
Copyright 1923, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost. Reprinted with the permission of Henry Holt and Company, LLC.

“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone.
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”

Esso  posted on  2022-04-20   1:05:00 ET  Reply   Trace   Private Reply  


#5. To: StraitGate, Lod, 4um (#3)

The dearest friend in my life sent me this message six days after my last birthday...

I just read this story and it reminded me of you ~ enjoy

He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road,but

even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he

pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still

sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to

help for the last hour or so .. was he going to hurt her? He didn't look

safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold.

He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.

He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car

where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson."

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad

enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the

jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change

the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began

to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only

just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she

owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already

imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not

stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a

job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were

plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole

life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she

saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance

they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me."

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold

and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to

grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg

of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two

old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress

came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. she had a

sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't

erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant,

but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old

lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger.

Then she remembered Bryan.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill.

The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but

the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time

the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be.

Then she noticed something written on the napkin. There were tears in

her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don't owe me anything.

I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm

helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do

not let this chain of love end with you."

Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to

serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when

she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the

money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how

much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard..

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to

her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's

gonna be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."

“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone.
TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy…
but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”

Esso  posted on  2022-04-20   1:27:44 ET  Reply   Trace   Private Reply  


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