It Nearly Broke My Heart...

theboyinadress,

What the hell, making me tear up on a Monday!

Last year, I was fired from a job. My first time. My son asked what he could do to help. He was 11 at the time. By the gods, I loved that!

But that's it really, isn't it? That's the real truth behind all
of this. We fret, worry and sweat over the loss of our jobs
and when it happens, it seems like there's no way out.

But the young see it different. They have a trust and a
confidence that no matter what 'grown-up' stuff happens,
his Mom and Dad are there and everything will be okay.

There's always a way around it and the true value of life
resides within a family unit. Keep that close to your heart
and you'll have something that even Donald Trump cannot
buy.


And for that little kid with the determined lip looking out
at the waiting tankers...?
Why -with his heart, he can just push those ships along
and God help anyone who gets in his way.

Nuff Said.

I'm the only son from the only son of his Father and I have
one child, a son. I had plenty of sisters though!

There's a woman who is in her late-seventies now and her life
has been a bit of a struggle because of her disabilities.
She's my sister and was born at home with a withered-arm
and was premature.

Ignoring her arm, she played alongside another sister of her
age and during a dangerous game of sticking you leg out
through the bars at an old-time bus terminus, my sister's
leg got jammed and the double-decker bus ran over it.

The leg was so crushed that when the surgeons finished
their work on the limb, my sister had one leg that was
shorter than the other and it could only point downwards.
Then she went deaf.

Now I know that some of you at this time, may feel an
embarrassment from a surge of a giggle, that's fine... really,
that's okay.
Some might frown and wonder why I seem so cruel, but you
see, I've seen her in action!

I've never felt sorry for her and we fought like cat-and-dog.
She saw things in an annoying flat-plain way and I'll kill
anyone who seeks her harm

A friend of mine visited my parents house once in the seventies
and was waiting for me to return outside to him whilst my sister
was attempting to hang laundry on a line.
I obtained the account later from my sister, but the friend never
spoke of it even after I asked twice.

The young man -who was quite a fighter in his time, must have
snorted a laugh at my sister using her teeth and good arm.

He must have seen her eyes change or something because he
suddenly set off at a pace and I was confused as I returned and
saw my sister take-off after him.

A useless arm, deaf and limping along after a fit younger person
in a full sprint and a ten-yard lead on her.
It took her three minutes.

The arm isn't really useless and I can testify to that.
It's a bit like automatic claw, it grabs and doesn't let go.
But it's the huge incoming OTHER arm that tends to do the
damage.

They say blind people discover that their other senses seem
to ramp-up and enhance to support the failing of the eyes.
My sister's good arm... enter stage-left. 

There are times during some of our fights in my youth that
I was sure my sister was the b*stard-daughter of a bare-knuckle
prizefighter. Jeez, it hurt.

Oh, and she bites. Big strong teeth -even now and she's pushing
eighty years of age. I've been bitten on the upper-jaw (upper-jaw
for goodness sake!)... and once I thought I'd lost a finger.

So with the bungling, limping out-of-shape woman chasing after
him, my friend should have been out of sight in minutes.
Remember the laughing...? Yeah, that's what got him in the end.

The hook went in, the hammer-arm came a-swinging and I'm sure
my sister would have mentally licked her lips and wondered whether
it's okay to bite outside of the family!

I know he cried at one point and I never asked him about that.

So, the power of belief comes in many forms and in the case of
my sister, it seems that belief tends to wield a large, hefty arm.

Explanation: ...

Mighty but futile dreams the boy dreamed to keep his fathers dreams also alive.. an oath he made his mother ... the steel ships he would swim out and push them to shore ... "I will make it alright mummy!" he defiantly decreed ... all the while the vultures in Westminster circled his future carcass pecking and picking at his bare bones for any speck of blood tax money as the furnace of his soul ran cold and bitter.

theboyinadress,dirkgently,Doug,

Ye weep because he still has dreams [have ye lost yours?] ... I weep because those dreams are misplaced!

Personal Disclosure: Molten iron hath turned to slag and an empire decays to dust!