Hello Stranger

Wish everyone to know, it may have been planned that I not know too many people overall in my life. I humbly apologize again if I am not certain who you are and you have known me a long time. We may have gotten through some tough times together and given each other mutual assistance when together or far apart. There have been all kinds of gang and gang member conflicts and I never had full information on them all. Looks like even more than one country was claiming things with me and others, and very possible they sponsored some things we were involved in. Same goes for companies within and outside the United States of America where I reside.

If you are reading this and have known me since my first years of life, I want to bless you for putting up with me and what I had to go through! I may have challenged and taunted others while young, not thinking how stuck I’d be for life nor what was really going on. It may have been in my mind there would be more conversations and opportunities to make broader adjustments.

Grateful to so many who may have had to “step in” and fix things for me and others. You apparently were given enough power and clout to do it. I may or may not have been on your team. Appears I was on a big team that included many gangs and companies. Very early on it occurred to me just to participate well whenever and where ever I was included. It wasn’t always clear what people needed and wanted of me. Also sometimes more than one gang was present and I looked caught between them. I was often mislabeled, even intentionally not recognized. Expectations of me have been all over the map! For instance: Was I standing in for a nice or grumpy person, someone who is smart or stupid intentionally or was I present, in person as my self and did people know what it meant?

I look like a stranger and friend to many. Not certain I can change this. Probably not. I can hope we can all get along politely now since it will only be socializing, not work related if I see you, any of you. Retired from so many things and people I may never see again. Did you know it was DISNEY management level people(or someone paid them to) who asked me to take retirement age at 50 decades ago? Likely because whatever deal people gave me in life could not be changed to accommodate me as a real elder, senior aged person. I was kept a “baby” to gangsters and mafia. Not a good thing for workplaces so I’ve had to stay out of them mostly. Any big person clout I had was based on a permission system by the people in control and was very situational and temporary. Never had a list of who is who. Ended up just trying to be a politician-minded person and do what I could for whatever I was given.

Was I your weakest link? Someone people mostly did not know, only brought around on rare occasions? Very possible. And why I was not allowed to get to know many who I visited. May have mostly been given migrant workers and employees of companies instead of the actual management people because my visits were so short. Jumped in, did what was needed and was gone again. I’ve crossed paths with management/leadership people at times however there just wasn’t much to say. I was staying small, not social climbing.

Broken pencils and broken metal. This is how this goes: a broken pencil is like a broken connection between people or peoples. Broken metal, in my own description is a connection so badly used it began as a sturdy force and bent over and over that it broke because the metal weakened. It could have held if supported and cared for, instead it was overloaded and ruined.

Connected by vapor. That’s just a very weak connection that if not rekindled, reminded and enforced will disappear. It could also be a very fake connection. Also means there is NO WRITTEN CONTRACT, meaning NOT LEGALLY ENFORCEABLE. I currently have no contracts with anyone.

The Small Town Soap Box

fictional mini story

There in the middle of a small town square of a few hundred people… was a very practical wooden box about a meter square or three feet at every dimension. Every Friday afternoon before everyone went home for dinner one person stood on the box and spoke of the week’s currents. Another may stand up on it and give some advice, yet another may tell a short story or some jokes and that’s it every week. Who gets to stand on the soapbox? Well it could be the same people, or the whole town could take turns. What if the whole town did take turns and certain people were “always unavailable” when it was their turn?

One day a youth went looking for an older woman who was never taking her turn. He went to her home on the outskirts of town and knocked on the door. “Ma’am? Why haven’t you taken your turn on the box during my whole life? No one even wants to talk about you.”

The old woman was slow to begin then replied, “I stood on the soapbox for an hour in my youth. I was shaking from injuries and malnutrition and told the story about the sister town twenty miles away that was raided and burned to the ground. This town doesn’t even want to look at me because it reminds them of what happened.”