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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Copabanana" data-source="post: 659649" data-attributes="member: 18958">She wanted the immediate feedback. The blood. And she didn't want to wait.I told  M today that I saw his sister. I really saw her. With blood dripping out of her mouth, her eye teeth shining against the dripping blood.What do you mean, for once? SWOT, for as long as you have had ability to do so, you have lived, doing good. For yourself and your family. What is more important than this? And when I figure out how to do it, I will follow you. But I keep taking a wrong turn, and ending up in some culdesac or dead end street in the same nasty neighborhood.Let me tell you an anecdote. When I first went to live in Rio, (my 3rd visit) I went to a Kilograma to eat. Where they weigh the food you take, and charge you only for that. I loved this place.And all of a sudden the patrons started running towards the back of the place to the large pizza oven, screaming. So I followed too, not understanding why;  not knowing of what I was frightened, I hid there too, in the pizza oven.And it turned out, a young man had attempted to rob the owner, with a gun to his back.And I had seen everything, but not known what it was. I had not understood exactly why the robber was smiling and the owner looked so frightened. Or why the robber was walking so closely behind the owner, while he was smiling.I had watched it all, but could not figure it out.And still when the gunshots started I could not figure it out.Until the screaming and the running started.I understood fear.And I was afraid.And as I write this, it is this way in our families. We cannot figure it out: the smiling robber/guns to our backs/and fear. We cannot put it together.Until it is revealed to be what it really is.I had seen: A hostage. A robbery. Deception. Terror. And I did not know. I could not put it together into a sentence that made sense to me. Until it was spelled out to be what it was.So I waited inside that pizza oven until the smiling young man robber was killed in the street by the police.And I walked out into the sun. The beautiful sun.And was I afraid, any longer?  Or ever again in that beautiful City? Not one second. And never again. The truth had been revealed for what it was. And it was not me. Nor was it my fault.</blockquote>

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