Wednesday, February 03, 2016

Escorted and protected

D— came in with me, got me to log in then dealt with my emails. It took about ninety minutes. 

He shared his own tales of bearing bullshit and gave sage counsel; "be like the moped rider without a rear-view mirror; no looking back."

D— later checked to make sure I was okay—by phone and in person. He also called people on my behalf to let them know I was alright.

I'd never have met D— if it had not been for all that happened and all that which happened made me a better person.

Fucking hell, life is a wondrous thing; doors close then doors open and you meet astounding people along the way.


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