Kieu, how are things em? I hope you’re fairing well during these testing time. As for me, I got vaccinated couple weeks ago. Yes, it was AstraZenca, I feel fine. A bit tired in the first few days then it went away. Nothing to it. I know it’s tough where you are, just hang tight.
Toronto is warming up, welcoming spring. Leaves began to sprout and green emerged from the white and gray. As if life began a new. And much like anything in life, old relationship withered, new grow – my horse die.
Ashmel quit the day I rode into battle at the city of the queen. While we were dispersing our army, to take the flag, I was the last to come, checking out the field, before assuming command. Generals were by my side, lining up, eagerly, waiting to take their post; soldier stood still in spring sun with their young, hopeful eyes wanting this battle end quickly, to go home to love ones.
Ashmel stood, without looking at me, rush off the scene. I think it was my fault for riding the young stud too hard. I should have known, it was an overweighed horse, with no experience, nor proper training to be in such a situation – it was too much for its to handle.
But you know me, I can’t quit, there are many people counted on me, their family, their livelihood. I pickup what I can and jump into fray. It was a brutal altercation, names were called, emotions were high, tears, and blood, lies scattered on Victoria Avenue. The smell of bad cologne lingered long after I left.
I was hurt bad. Not physically, but emotionally. I licked my wounds in secret, behind the watchful eyes of my comrade. I can’t let them see my weakness, because they are expected to be lead. They are expected to feel safe. And I’m giving it to them.
But I felt very alone. Because I find that the more, I get to the top of the mountain, the more people left behind. I think as I climb the pressure just become too much for them, I guess that what happens to my horse. I did try to give it physicals training, tried to provide nourishment, but it didn’t work out.
Kieu, I think God has given me this wonderful opportunity for a reason. He knows I can handle it. He knows that I can and will make a positive impact in the lives of other, like this vision of utopia.
I must made him proud.
Thank you for listening to me, Kieu. I know I haven’t write much, and every time I write it was all about the passage of life. But I know you care. And for that, I thank you.
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