From Mena Arkansas to Colombia South America_THE STORY OF SOMEONE WHO FEELS POWERLESS_Powerless_Tapp
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From Mena Arkansas to Colombia South America
I was willing to help an effort in the Reagan era for the CIA witch ended up leaving me in Colombia South America. Where I under went some dame messed up stuff no kid should have to endure. I was forced into a willing participate by none other than my pastor Fred J Foster. He flew me to Barks Dale AFB from Colombia South America where I waited days on end for him to come back. After leaving me at the Air Base he flew away in the plane we arrived in. Thankfully the soldiers on base brought me food every now and then to the plane I was waiting in. Till my pastor came back not to get me but to dr...
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It is very human to remain rest assured of being without any responsibility when there are elders holding the fort for you. Along with this state of being, also comes a sense of indifference and at times our actions touch the horizon of disrespect. Compounded to this foregrounds arrogance and heights of ignorance of their sacrifices and unqualified support. We end up seeing an unwanted situation or scene but do not have the patience or endurance to find out or enquire about the cause behind such a fiasco.Father of Jaison was the bread winner of the family of two daughters and a son who is Jais...
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Donatello Swaney led a simple life working, as his boss euphemistically says, a Garbage Specialist job. His job is to fly six days a week around a group of satellites that follows Vesta as it orbits the Sun between Mars and Jupiter in the asteroid belt and collect all the garbage these satellites produce, to dump it in the recycling plant, a very large satellite that classifies the trash, recycle it into different new raw materials, and then sending the refuse to the burning plant to generate energy. His responsibilities include manning the ship, docking with others crafts, operating the dumps...
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His rosy-cheeked face peers at the bundle through an excitement induced fog, the thick lenses of his glasses magnifying his eyes to an impossible scale. Fading adrenaline lights his hickory smoke eyes, projecting his confidence to the corners of the room.“Well, that was fun and all… but now that we’ve had our laughs, we need to take it back.” Sweat plasters his snowflake hair to his scalp and he runs his fingers through it, raising it to stand on end.A carefully folded lump sits between us and every few moments he will tear his gaze away, resisting the temptation to see what is inside. His fin...