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  • Thank you

    I received a book delivery today from a person working at Amazon. Title: The Story of My Life by Author Helen Keller. Thank you.

    I don’t know you, not that I know. I don’t know what implored you to give me the book. I believe I might have a secret admirer. In todays age, 2025 with all the rules and regulations and contracts people sign at work there might be a bigger reason why your identity is a secret to me.

    I started reading the book and am enjoying it. Thank you very much. I remember learning about Helen Keller in Elementary school and didn’t know much about her other than she was deaf and blind and learned to read brail and how to write.

    Later in High School my younger sister was cast as the role of Helen Keller in our High School theatrical performance of Hellen Keller. I learned then that Hellen Keller was an inspiration to many people. I don’t remember the performance very well my sister held the lead in. My sister was proud to play the lead in the performance. The story of Helen Keller inspired her. I’m looking forward to reading the book.

    I’m considering the gift as encouragement in the path I am on. Just over one week ago I started a new project. Information about it is at https://nourishlink.org I’ve started many projects and won’t say I’ve completed them all. I’ve learned from my failures. The new project I started feels hopeful. It’s as if it is my baby. I want to coddle it and feed it and care for it and give it attention. That’s the stage it’s in. There’s nothing to expect from Nourish Link at the early pilot beta manifestation that it is.

    I am an opinionated writer. I believe I encourage some of my readers in the words I share and surely put off readers who disagree with me politically. I imagine that you, who gave me the book appreciates my political views. New Books and delivery charges add up and I appreciate every word in it.

    Sometimes I wish that people who read my posts would write a comment and I’ve come to realize for the time being anonymity might have more to do with following rules of employment which is completely understandable, makes sense and is logical.

    Life is a blessing. There’s so much to be grateful for. Thanks again for the book.

    J.A.G.

  • Fear

    One of my deepest fears is being eaten by another human being. Cannibalism. I believe cannibalism rarely happens. Still from time to time news reports detail the atrocious act of a human eating another human. I’ve had the fear of being eaten by another human since I was a young boy. I must have learned the meaning of cannibal on a television documentary. Cartoons and sitcoms were my favorite shows to watch on TV. Cartoons and sitcoms were not always on TV in the 1980’s. Not like today with internet enabled television where you can choose from a vast and expanding library of videos and live broadcasts to watch 24 hours a day. In the 1980’s if a scary show was on TV I’d usually look for a different show to watch. The horror genre was never a favorite of mine. I don’t have a clear memory of when I learned that cantabile’s exist or graphic details of a show on TV that explained cannibalism. When I learned about cannibalism the message became engrained in my mind. I don’t often worry about being eaten by another human. I’ve been writing about what I fear in my journal recently and it felt right to open up about this fear I have not expressed before now.

    What motivates a human to eat another human is beyond my comprehension. Throughout history incidents of starvation have forced some humans to eat weaker humans to survive.

    Those incidents are few and far between. While starvation is a reality in places around the world many of the people who starve to death don’t resort to cannibalism trying to survive.

    The thought of cannibalism is revolting. I believe cannibals are insane human predators. Cannibalism is not a major problem in the world, but when it happens the grotesque news creates memories that last.

    It’s hard to shake this topic now that I began writing about cannibalism. It’s a very sad and devastating topic. Now that I’m focusing on the topic I think the first time I heard about it was when I was listening to my mom tell the story of Hansel and Gretel.

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