The gist of the terrorism thing was that the more we ignore the topic, the less power is given to the instigators. By labelling it and acknowledging bad things that happen as these types of acts, we actually empower the instigators. My 2 points were that the media should consider withdrawing the clear labels and that education into the effects of these acts would achieve much.
The gist of car crash was that there are plenty of emotional scars that people like me will not publicly admit. If they do, they face the added fear that the authorities might find them incompetent behind the wheel, rather than offering them the help that they could probably really use.
Negatives in my life, so many that in the end I decided not to go into them. I have had so many bad things happen in my life, that if I really felt motivated, I could write books, as a few have said. It's not as if I can't write. My problem goes deeper I think. Maybe one day someone will get me past that. Meanwhile I will just say, there is not much if anything that can shock me, especially after some of the crazy random crimes that have happened recently. I will give a short rundown of recent negative events in my life, just so they are not a total shock to the unsuspecting gent who would like to chat to me.
On 12th June, 2003 I was in the back seat of my car in a head on car crash. The impact was equal to about 200km per hour. The real culprit is getting his car replaced, because my driver was overtaking a truck. My car did a 360, and clipped the truck, however I feel it also hit the trailer behind the car we had just collided with. It kept rocking as it tried to roll. The special tyres I had bought saved us there. I walked out of that crash as did the other passenger. There were injuries, mild in relation to the crash. I don't have my car anymore, and that car was 2 years and nine months old, still under warranty, with 23 to 25,000 km on the clock. I now have my CD player.
I tried to go back to Uni, repeating a subject I felt I could pick up as soon as my mild concussion was gone. That would be about the 12th of September. Well the gent who wrote the car off had just walked out of my life, and when he found out about the crash, the gents best friend just wanted to help me recover. He was a wonderful friend to me. He stood by me as I had to sell my home because I could no longer afford the repayments. I forgot, my cat died of a tick while I was looking after the driver after the crash (he needed help for a few days after coming out of hospital). My son moved in with Dad because I was leaving the area. I had to organise the sale, pack my home, find another home far away from the area I had come to know so well, and leave some people I care about. The best friend was falling for me, and I was having trouble holding back, as he was so kind and caring. He offered to bring me to this area to look for my new home. The day we were supposed to go, 28th August, he took some friends around the corner (on the way to the railway station), where he had a major cardiac arrest and wiped out about 30 feet of car yard fence, or 10metres. He had spoilt me rotten with dinner the night before, and on that day he won my heart, as a result of his death. No it is not strange because I didn't have to see him after the crash and he left me in his house where he had done so much work on his own, that he could inspire me to keep going.
I found new homes for my chooks and fish, taking only my budgie, who I left with a friend until the day I came here. The sale was postponed a month, because of difficulties I was having organising things, so my uni got blown out of the water.
In the process I lost a few friends, left my home, family and area behind, and lost the gent I was trying so hard not to fall for. I knew that if he brought me here that day, he would win my heart, because I could see the effort he was putting in. It just happened a bit differently to what anyone expected. One more thing, I have to find work, after being a mother for 27 years.
Now, something that really bothers me, is that I do not feel like unpacking my gear here. I feel that as soon as I have set this place up and made it nice, I will be moving in with "Mr Right" and reorganising everything. This was tearing me apart emotionally. I am getting help. I am unpacking, even if slowly. Mum already told me what to do, let go of tomorrow and just work on today. Maybe the truth is I have too much on my emotional plate, and just need a lot of communication to deal with it. I don't know. I just know I am scared of what my body will and won't do. I am getting better. I am in recovery.
There you have it, the most recent negative events only.Then when I arrived here more happened. There are stacks more in my past. I hate getting people down or sad, so I would prefer not to share too much. I would not change one decision in my past, because at the time it felt right, and I learnt much from the consequences. I would not be the understanding person I am today if I had not lived each moment of my life as I did. I strongly believe what goes around comes around, so maybe I deserved each of the bad things, and if someone in the family earned them for me, I don't mind, because I am a better person for it. The love in my heart is stronger, purer and there is so much more of it available as time goes on. What more can I ask for?
