Writing Sensibly

 We can write about writing.  We may want to go back and revise some of the more popular posts or even less popular posts to better convey our message more accurately.  Yes, the written word presents certain challenges compared to a visual or a demonstration expression.  Good Luck!

Devotion

Of our devotion to building and maintaining positive, healthy, expansive relationships, the devotion is a two way street, more than I must be committed to the practice.  We must share our boundaries, our expectations, our wants and needs.

Exhausted

About the exhaustion of sharing our opinion of surviving the way we do, we feel good to share our opinion.  The way a marathon runner might feel exhausted after a marathon and also feel good to have gone the distance.

The Fight in Grade Nine

What do we have to share about the fight in grade nine?

Well we are still fighting the fight?

What was the fight about?

Drugs, specifically painkillers or opioids.

How are we still fighting the fight?

We are volunteering with a philanthropic organization to mitigate the effects of the opioid confliction of our society.

How did we fight in grade nine?

*names are changed for privacy, except my own, as I am vulnerable on the vanguard in the war on ignorance

There was a misunderstanding.  I was commenting how I would never choose to use painkillers or opioids because one of our classmates brother died an awful way under the influence of the dragon.  One person Dave shared incorrectly with the living brother that I was making fun of the deceased.  I discovered this truth of the lie from the living brother when Landon approached me with concern about my comment.  I advised Landon how I was using his tragedy as a reason not to choose opioids.

Landon was not satisfied or convinced of my truth so I asked where he learned of such falsity.  Openly he shared Dave told him about my comment.

I approached Dave and said he had lied to Landon causing him distress and that I would like to fight Dave for such offense.  We agreed on a place and time.

A few days went by between setting our agreement to fight and the day of the actual fight.  Word got around, people talk, and when I got off the school bus there was a crowd of two and a half score of schoolmates.  All these people came to watch the fight.  As I walked in with the crowd, Landon showed me a blade.  I said put that away or there is no fight, we are just using hands.

My heart was racing, nerves and butterflies.  Dave and I squared up across from one another about ten yards apart and the crowd began to get a bit restless.  Across from Dave I said "You lied," and we began to quarrel.  Myself, being not a good fighter took many a blow to the face.  A bloody nose ensued.  None of my punches were landing.  I was becoming very fatigued very quickly so, I choked Dave out into submission.

My shirt more red than grey, I was relieved the fight with Dave was done.  At the conclusion of the fight with Dave, Landon cried out in agony wanting to fight me.  The crowd asked if I would accept.  I shared how my fight was not with Landon but with Dave who lied to him about my comment of his tragedy.  Landon didn't care - he was in agony and wanted to fight.  I did not deny his request.

Thankfully Ely, an older brother of an Irish classmate pulled me aside and gave me a brief instruction on fighting.  Close my fists tightly, stop throwing hay-makers, keep the fists up and give quick jabs.

Ely's lesson proved very helpful.  Landon was continually pummeled into the brush and the fight ended in a stalemate when we were both to tired to continue tossing fists.

I received a ride home from some classmates.  I felt respected by them.  Unfortunately about a quarter of the people in attendence that day have succumbed to the very drug which caused all the agony to bring us young men to the fight.