Warriors Will Fight, Fight, Fight Until They Get It Right!

byAllChristie2

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Updated 2 years ago

I Have Been A Fighter All My Life!

I had two older, meaner, teasing brothers. Their whole life was set on picking on me; perhaps to toughen me up. I was a sweetheart, soft and tender with infinite mercies, and skilled at begging for them not to get whipped anymore. Yes, they were often in trouble for the choices they made. Some of their choices were just to see if they could get by without getting caught. Some of their other choices were bright beacon lights into their bad choices. My parents believed that punishment should be equal to the deed done, whether an accident or on purpose.

Point in case, against my oldest brother. When my Dad bought him his first car, he took it out and tried to see how fast he could drive it around loose dirt corners. I don't know why? He rolled the car and smashed it beyond fixing. My Dad loved this boy, so he bought him another old car to make sure he had "wheels." Well, guess what? He took it out on that same loose dirt corner and sure enough, at that speed, he rolled the next car. This event kept repeating itself. When he rolled the seventh car, my Dad bought him a Harley Davidson Motorcycle.

He told him stories about when my young Dad was a kid and how many broken bones, and spurting bloody events he caused himself when he laid down that motorcycle. One impressive event was when he went through barbed wire and nearly didn't make it to the hospital in time to get sewed up. My brother slowed down his speed because he no longer had that metal body protection wrapped around him, from those heavy cars. Nevertheless, he took my Dad's Cadillac and his new girlfriend over the mountain and back down the other side, to impress her.

You guessed it, he tore up the whole underside of the Cadillac. Those lose rocks and boulders destroyed the engine and front-end, tires, shocks...everything! It couldn't be driven again and my Dad was glad when he married that girl and settled down with his babies to haul around. It is what finally made a 'man' out of my brother.

I had other lessons to learn. I fell head-over-heels in love with my Junior Prom date. He borrowed a baby blue convertible to drive me to the prom. My grandmother made me a beautiful cotillion dress with lace off the shoulders. We danced all night. He was a complete gentleman. I was so shy, that even when he asked me questions like; would you marry me if I got injured in the War? Of course, I would! Would you move with me to where my parents live and away from here, where you grew up? Yes!

He asked me if I saw him walking on the road, would I stop and give him a lift to work. Of course, every time! I just never let him know that I loved him. I thought it should be the guy who declared his love for the girl. He was probably a bit shy himself. After the War, he went straight home and I never saw him again. I never knew if he was injured or came home whole.

He would sing the song to me, "Stay as Sweet As You Are, Don't Let A Thing Ever Change You." by Nat King Cole. They say your first love never leaves you. Well, He was mine.

I never got over being rejected, nor could I understand why my two older brothers slugged me constantly. My oldest brother blew his hand nearly off by playing with dynamite. My next older brother sued me in court, when my parents died, and tried to take every last dime from me in a horrible court battle, where he lied and lied about my parents. He thought only he should get all the money, the many houses, and savings. I lost everything, including my pride in the fact that I worked 45 years and my brothers got all my homes, my 401k, and inheritance from my relatives.

Well, there is still a fight left in me. I am back renewing with WA and need a boost in memory to write new blogs, develop a new website, and pull myself up by my bootstraps, one more time. I keep learning, reading, and studying. As the years pass by, I don't have my spit-fire drive anymore. My family has tossed out my writings from the last 50 years and I can't remember half of what I had in mind to do or say. They changed my computer when I was moved to a new place, and my stories didn't make it, or I should say, I haven't found them.

So it is back to the grindstone. 'Try to remember that last September when life was slow and oh so mellow.'

There! Did you see that little flicker of light shine forth? It is like that pixie, Tinkerbell. Darting in and around your smiling face, trying to get a good look at your expressions, to see if you are believing... Oh, be believing!!