When I first found MWO it was like a safety net thrown out to me during a major sea storm, with huge waves carrying me to frightening places. One minute I reached the sky and the next I was gulping for air whilst under water! (Quite a funny metaphor considering my history!... but I'm afraid that is something I am not prepared to talk about.)
I have felt incrediably inspired and safe with MWO ~ a safety rope I did not think ever existed. I have seen extra, understanding people through MWO who come from a totally different way of life than me that have befriended me and helped guide me towards a sober life.
I have no intention of exchanging my friends that exist within my actual life in Kenya/Tanzania; but thru MWO I thought I gained a new set of friends. Friends that could support me in MY true battle. I am very direct in what I say, a product of my life (and before you all smash me down let me say that I have experienced abuse, rape, death of my closest family members several times round, deceit from my older sister, cracked skull, broken nose, black eyes and all that shit) yet I still have my best friends digging for me and most importantly of all I have my destiny. I believe in God
I 've never wished to piss off anyone here. I thought MWO was my break (not my savior.... but a break) but it has increasingly become obvious that I annoy the hell out of people that use this wonderful place. Every time I say something here it comes out wrong and it pisses you all off. Everytime I read a heart rendering life-story it breaks my heart. I jump out of planes skydiving regularly over East Africa, scuba dive to incrediable depths and sadly have; as a qualified resue diver in East Africa recovered several bodies, and then looked after the Briitish families afterwards with deep affection. I have also climbed East Africa's highest peaks at the most potent, sad times of my life BUT EVERY TIME God has helped me.
I walked into our local club tonight because the boss an internationall promotion company wanted me to be there. I am like a performing f....ing monkey. The local Kenya that phtographs, climbs, dives and has no fear. I'm encouraged to tell a few bush stories, which I hate doing..... but as the night grows old I tell a few. The lecherous old bastead who has flown from the States gives East Africa a huge grant.
Meanwhile I pray. Dear God help us in East Africa. Let us be independant and free.
I have felt incrediably inspired and safe with MWO ~ a safety rope I did not think ever existed. I have seen extra, understanding people through MWO who come from a totally different way of life than me that have befriended me and helped guide me towards a sober life.
I have no intention of exchanging my friends that exist within my actual life in Kenya/Tanzania; but thru MWO I thought I gained a new set of friends. Friends that could support me in MY true battle. I am very direct in what I say, a product of my life (and before you all smash me down let me say that I have experienced abuse, rape, death of my closest family members several times round, deceit from my older sister, cracked skull, broken nose, black eyes and all that shit) yet I still have my best friends digging for me and most importantly of all I have my destiny. I believe in God
I 've never wished to piss off anyone here. I thought MWO was my break (not my savior.... but a break) but it has increasingly become obvious that I annoy the hell out of people that use this wonderful place. Every time I say something here it comes out wrong and it pisses you all off. Everytime I read a heart rendering life-story it breaks my heart. I jump out of planes skydiving regularly over East Africa, scuba dive to incrediable depths and sadly have; as a qualified resue diver in East Africa recovered several bodies, and then looked after the Briitish families afterwards with deep affection. I have also climbed East Africa's highest peaks at the most potent, sad times of my life BUT EVERY TIME God has helped me.
I walked into our local club tonight because the boss an internationall promotion company wanted me to be there. I am like a performing f....ing monkey. The local Kenya that phtographs, climbs, dives and has no fear. I'm encouraged to tell a few bush stories, which I hate doing..... but as the night grows old I tell a few. The lecherous old bastead who has flown from the States gives East Africa a huge grant.
Meanwhile I pray. Dear God help us in East Africa. Let us be independant and free.
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