He was my "saving grace" in my family. He came along when I was 11 and I took care of him a lot as our brother 3 years older than him has a lot of disabilities and my parents were busy taking care of that brother. My brother is 6 feet 3 inches and I'm 5 feet 11 inches, so he isn't my "little" brother. He considers me one of his mothers.
Who do you believe most in this world? Myself. Dead--I believe in my parents. They weren't perfect, but they were good people. I'd love to have them with me. It is my mother's birthday today. She's been dead just over 10 years.
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If I don't know something, I find the answer online, from my own experience, or by consulting with experts. If I can't do something (such as surgery or dentistry) I hire a professional to do it. I do the research to find a the best people for the job. I choose not to work with known criminals or Mormons. I know what I want, and what makes me happy. I now how to say "No"
I'm limited, but I do have a vote, only one, just like everyone else. I can't control forces of nature, but I can prepare and adapt. I trust myself to not deliberately put myself in harm's way.
After all, who cares more about me? Who thinks I'm more important, than my self?
When I was a TBM, I trusted everyone more than myself--the church, my parents and what they taught me, adult priesthood "authorities", The Prophet, teachers, assertive peers, salespeople, sociopaths....
I trust the natural man. The one the Mormon church eschews. The one they spurn, reject with disdain and contempt. Tarzan. Living by his heightened senses. Smell, taste, touch, sight, sound and a brain that knows how to use them. Knowing he is the prey even as he hunts and forages. Understanding his humanity. Understanding his connection to all things. Understanding that he too is a beast and that the dangerous jungle also nourishes.
Well, that is how I like to think of myself anyway since I got the hell out of the Mormon church. Since I chose me over them and at the same time chose me over anyone else.
When I'm wrong at least I know I had my own best interests at heart. I'm the one person who could never fool me.
Has written more truth as a songwriter than 200 years of Mormon shenanigans.
You had something to hide Should have hidden it, shouldn't you Now you're not satisfied With what you're being put through It's just time to pay the price For not listening to advice And deciding in your youth On the policy of truth