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| + | <center>"If your brother becomes impoverished and his means falter in your proximity, you shall strengthen him—stranger or resident—so that he can live with you." - Leviticus 25:35</center> |
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| − | I don't know what to make of it. I don't know what to make of it anymore. I didn't have it tough growing up. Not until my Mother died in the car accident a few years after my Brother's birth. My Dad was never the same after that. My Sister and I try so hard. It made me focus more on my studies and I'm doing well now. Financially, anyway. My Family and our faith keep us going, but it's hard. Especially after the night of the imbuing.
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| − | I was walking home one night with my Brother after a movie. I saw this man. He looked... strange. His eyes were sunken. His flesh was so pale, and it looked almost like it was rotting! He looked like a corpse! I couldn't tell if my brother was seeing this in the man, too, because he was scared. He was scared because the man had a gun and tried to rob us! I thought he was some kind of junkie. The way he twitched... The way he spoke his words and demanded our money. I heard a voice in my head. I swear it was the voice of my Mother. ACT! CHOOSE LIFE OR DEATH! It compelled me. I wrestled with the man to try and get the gun away. The gun went off and the man got scared and ran. I saw that my brother was hit. He survived, but he'll never be the same again. Just like my Dad.
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| − | After that, I kept questioning what I heard and what I saw. ACT! CHOOSE LIFE OR DEATH! I chose to act. If I didn't, would my Brother be dead? I keep asking myself that. I would hear my Mother from time to time, giving me more words. They guided me here, eventually. At work, I would see more of the people that looked like the man.
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| − | I bought a gun. I never liked guns, never thought I needed one but times are different now. I'm starting more and more to learn self defense and how to use weapons as they should be used. I have a few of them now. Just a little. I'm trying to learn more. I'm trying to understand this new world. I read, as everyone else did, what Witness1 has to say.
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| − | I'd like to believe that there is hope. That one day we can help these... these things, whatever they are, and live at peace. Until that day comes, all I can do is take care of my own. I have 3 things in this world. The 3 Fs: Faith, Family, and Firearms. The first one is starting to get shaky anymore. Now that I'm starting to see the world for what it truly is, it makes me question the Lord. Or should I be more faithful? Was it his plan to put me there that night. Was it his plan to make me hear the voice of my dead Mother to tell me to act? Is my Brother's..... current state a constant, living reminder of what would have happened had I not acted?
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| − | I had to choose, and I would choose the same way again. Follow your heart and choose what's right to you. I can only hope it'll bring peace to us all.
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