I sit here this morning and I once more read over this thread. You see this thread had been on my mind for a few days now. I will be the first to admit that I am the most stubborn person I knwo next to my best friend, whom we loving call Mouse ((Ubar finally found out why this past weekend *L*)) Her and I actually had a debate about some things said here and thoughts brought forward in both of Us by those things said. I say this to better explain my ilrational thinking here.
Her and I talked about the beginings for us both in Gor, both of us went down roads of our own choosing and well in the end we both ended up leaving. HOwever, I would return some years later. Mouse spoke of the Warriors of Her home where She was the Ubara with great Respect and fondness and She spoke hightly of their Honor. I asked her if She would ever return to Gor, Her answer to Me was "No, because no one seems to know what it means to be family anymore on Gor." I asked Her to explain what She ment, and of course for the next hour I got lectured on the value of Family. *L* That was the fun part. It was such a joy to see this Woman just slip so easily into Her "Ubara Robes" ( that's what I call it when She starts lecturing) and to see the compassion the leadership and the love She had for Her Stone and the Members of it both Free and slave. Now You would be laughing if You had ever heard this Woman on the phone then to think of her lecturing. It's like a Mouse trying to chew out a Sleen.*L*
As I sat there and listened to Her, I was brought to the nights and days when I first came to Tuchuk, and the lessons that were lovingly taught to Me by My Brothers, My Sisters and even the slaves of this Home. I was used to the city life and was lost in a wagon camp. Even now I'm lost at times but I know that I have FAMILY to turn to and can lean on and trust in that will help Me through this. Every time I am in camp I am seeing what She claims no longer exists. I sat the other night and watched as a Brother locked horns with another Brother, a Sister overwhelmed was offered a shoulder and an ear from a Sister, A Brother trying to console a Sister whom thought that Tuchuk was not a place for Her to call home any longer. In all these though I seen People that though they naught share the same BLOOD in Their veins, They have the same love and care for each other and mayhaps MORE then Those that do. I seen not a group of people but a Family that is bonded in the idea that WE ALL are from the same ground, the same bosk and the same great waters. It reminded Me of how this FAMILY stood by and prayed for the safety of so many of Us both in camp and out of camp.
We may not always agree with each other, but hell if we did what fun would that be? It is NOT the fact that we fight that makes us wrong for each other, but the fact that we fight THROUGH the problems and in the end still stand with each other that makes us FAMILY!
I will always fight through to the other side with You A/all...for You are My Family!
"This game called life"
I am not very good
At this Game called Life
For I've not learned to see children crying
Without feeling pain
For I've not learned to watch animals destroyed
Without wondering why
For I've not yet met a king or celebrity
That I would bow down to
Or a man so insignificant
That I would use for a stepping-stone
For I've not learned to be a "yes man"
To narrow minded bosses
Who quote rules without reason
And I've not learned to manipulate
The feelings of others
To be used for my own advantages
Then cast aside as I see fit
No, I am not very good
At the Game called Life
And if everything goes well
Maybe I never will be
-Javan
