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The seller also gives the right of way across her property west of her lot 382, if any.
Gadfy (Farewell Letter "Garsia ..)
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18j30 Lot, then Bramford. 1300 Kidney right.
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SurvayMonkey
upWork formerly oDesk x8
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15i30 Dream/traffic; Interesting Seaside village. We share room with a man. There was no place
i30b Matiew I mom; Crossing "1f2f" - applies. Knows Leaside case. [->i30//site/h1healthw/BeoBec]
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d15i30 Dream/traffic; Interesting Seaside village. We share room with a man. There was no place to empty our child's potty (Lu or Li) and I poured it outside on the road a bit uphill of our room whose doorstep is level to the (one m) front yard. The content of the potty somehow came back to our doorstep. I was trying to clean it (by bare hands) but it didnt go. The owner came and opened a cover of a sencrup pipe, and I finally made it.
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One hour later I approached a driver parked in Claywood, (his wife in the passanger seat), who just sent his two kids across the (Hounslow street towards their school.
I: I just noticed your two kids crossing, and I'd like to show you something about crossing road..
The man listened to me for FIVE secs than said: "Sorry, I don't have time" and went eastward up the Hounslow. As I missed to take his licence plate, I turned my car and try to reach him, but only noticed them to turn south on Basswood. As i turned on Bassw. I noticed car in the far distance ..
As I passed Horsham, a man and woman on SE of Bassw told me something, I did not catch and
stopped, and said: "Please talk a bit slower, for my ESL" And they said something "You did not stop at the sign. I:" I appreciate your intention, but it is not in the best way. If you like to discuss this case, I'd gladly accept it". They:" No, thank you". I:" Are you poeple I addressed a minute ago at Claywood?"
They: "No! (For I now lost opportunity to reach that car in front, I turned back and went home
(Namely, I passsed that intersect at about 10 kmh, which is usual speed on the Basswoor, but for some rason these two people found it wrong, which is true regarding the strict Law, but not at all regarding real driving culture. )
((A bit of random thinking: These two people can and possibly will report me to police, and it will become another unpleasant experince of mine. But if they lied about Claywood, and they did not listen to me, theoretically their kids, about 6 years age, could be hit at that Calay/Houn intersectin, as it is a dangerous one. I'd be said as a hell again, similar to that Leaside case, but what I can do. They did not want to listen for one minute only. It would take ten more seconds for me to show them what I intended. But they cut it short after five secs. 5+10=15 in total only. Oh God, people can't spend 15 secs to listen to a mad man about safety of their kids. Oh my God!
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Founded on the text at < hoaxes.org/marquez.html > by Johnny Welch [apr 2015]
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A Farewell Letter of of a gadfly
If God, for a second, forgives me for what I have become and granted me a little bit more of life, I would try to give merit to things, both, for what they do mean now and for what they may mean in the future.
I would try to walk, though others stop; I would try to awake, though others may sleep.
I would try to make use of wisdom, that that gadfly of the most recognized monotheistic religion of our civilizations, Jesus, left to all of us.
I would try to make use of some wisdom, that that gadfly of christianity, George Fox and his "Fiends", tried to tell us, four centuries ago.
I would say to my fellow seniors, that death doesn’t arrive when they grow old, but when they stop cariing for others.
I would say to everybody to forget reaching the top of the mountain, as it is reserved for a few. The real happyness is in the very journey towards the top.
I feel we have always say what we feel. And don't care weather it fits.
Nobody will know you for your secret thoughts. Express them. Show everybody how important they are to you.
I feel that a man has the right to look down at another man, only when the other one has fallen down. And only to fulfill his obligation to assisting the fallen one, to raise up.
I feel that, even if I have to die today, I have to try to behave as there is a tomorrow. Doesn't matter if it is just for this one day, or one minute, we are anyway just an eye-blink in the perpetuum of time.
Life gives everibody another opportunity. Sometimes a second make difference between life and death.
But in case I am wrong, and today is all that is left to me, I would love to tell you how desperatly we all need love.
Tomorrow is never guaranteed to anyone, old or young. And you mustn’t wait.
Do not let yourself to be sorry, you wasted that opportunity of today. To give a smile, a hug, a kiss. There will always be time for checking your email, bank account, or washing your car.
Sending this letter to those you love, right now, may make at
least some difference.
If not today … tomorrow will be like yesterday.
And if you never do it, it doesn’t matter either. We are just
gadflies of the Universe.
Inspired by our friends:
Buddha, Jesus, Muhamad, Fox, Gandhi and Johnny
a gadfly of a gadfly
Jon Pol
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