I enjoyed reading your story! It is amazing that during the Communists regime, the U.S.A., of which I love very much, was touting this perfect society, but a women had to work two 8 hour jobs for 15 years to support her family and got now help, except around $160 a month, for seven kids. My father did not plan to die. He died because he painted Helicopters at Sikorsky Aircraft, and in those days, they used no masks. It destroyed his lungs, and one night, walking home, very cold, he stop at a bar, gets a drink to warm up. goes back outside, walks a quarter mile, that cold air, he collapses because he cannot breathe. The police see him, smell the alcohol, figure he's a drunk (there's a racist element to this, we can talk in P.M.'s about it if you wish0, and they realize at the police station something is very wrong. He died. No recourse in the legal system, wrong shade of skin tone.
I know variations on this theme happened all over the world. It is humans that do this.
Anyhow, I have flashes of memories of him. Over 3000 people came to his funeral, streets had to be closed down. My mother couldn't understand how he knew so many people. He affected many people, had a beautiful singing voice, and his two brothers were famous in Puerto Rico, had radio stations, and have high schools named after them. They invented a style of music called quartero, it's on the government website. I do not put to much information as I value my privacy, and there is a whole forum worth of people that have have ever met, and they have been taught to hate me, though, to be fair, I have more friends there than not!
I like when members share these stories. These stories are threads that hold this world together. The friendship we build as individuals is exponential, as we talk to other people about what we converse about, then then realize, we are all going through this big blue ball whirling through space, we are experiencing the same thing and variations of it, the parts that make up the whole.
Thank You for sharing your story with me, like you, my ind created images of you, as a child, and what you went through. This is the heart of the human experience.
This kind of discussion is never off topic either! It is also the heart of the ZEALOT experience, we are real people, treating each other with respect, and we do it freely. Damn, that is as good as it can get!
