Wow, huge family! I have no brothers or sisters. What was it like to grow up in such a huge family?
The nicest thing about reading this is that you see where you went wrong and are doing everything in your power to put it right and become a better person through your experiences. Thats what makes reading this blog so touching, your words speak volumes. I received your letter today (9th March) and I will be posting one back on Monday (11th March) :-)
I printed out your charm and am carrying it with me from now on. Hope I used good paper and ink! To me, it's my most powerful protection for the moment. I feel peaceful with it in my pocket. Your protection. You do matter out here.
I would love to get involved..Sorry i have not got no here in a very long time..I will be writing you this weekend i would love to help you in anyway i can out of all the people i've meet of richie ppl x has a special place in my heart
Well the German police had no idea what to do with me, here was an American not in the service anymore with the big fish my passport was outdated seems you can only stay in Europe for six months, well I was well beyond that, they ended up just letting me go they didn't want me anyway they had who they wanted, it was funny they coundn't figure out what to do with me so they just let me go, after that things got rough I couldnt make any money, so not long after I called my dad to ask if he would help me get home, you can imagine how that went over, he never wanted me to go back there way back to the first time after I got out of the service, he was right I never should have went back for Hieke. Sometimes I think had I never went back both our lives would be different ( better) You never would have left the service early, maybe you would have married Hieke, and I never would have ended up with my heart broke. ( Yea I know how to spell it ) I wonder If me going back change both of our lives forever? After arriving back home things were bad I could't get a good job living back at my fathers house was hell, he was very dissapionted in the son he had once watch running for touchdowns. Dad died about ten years ago hope he knows I loved him and respected no man more.
After I arrived back in the states! ( wait ) after trashing myself for two more years in beautiful downtown Weztlar and the surrounding areas, made it back to Amsterdam, remember when we went? That one club was the coolest place I've ever been in, each room had its own theme and it seemed the farther back you went the more wild it got, I loved that place, I think I could have just lived in there, that night we were lucky to get out! place was built like a maze. Do you remember Martin? We stayed at his house the night we decieded to call the United States army to say we couldn't make it in to work because it was a German holiday, ( ballsy, or very stupid ) so I found out who Martin always went to see and there was a good reason he never let you go with, I finally met the guy, the big fish, Randy you would have loved this guy, spoke perfect English , Martin knew if you had met him there would be no need to have to go through him, I stayed with him and his girlfriend for a year, until shit hit the fan like it always does. I told you ever thing changes, everything ends.
Thank you Rob. I can understand all too well about being forgotten. WHile I cant make anyone become more in tuned to what you are going through in life I can promise you as long as ther's breath in my lungs, I will always be here for you Love you Bro JJ
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The nicest thing about reading this is that you see where you went wrong and are doing everything in your power to put it right and become a better person through your experiences. Thats what makes reading this blog so touching, your words speak volumes. I received your letter today (9th March) and I will be posting one back on Monday (11th March) :-)
It's Ruth....I've found you!!! Can't believe we are online together now x