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~*~hejda~*~ |
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Owned and loved by Master SamHoustn.. |
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"and the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful, then the risk it took to blossom". |
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born in Lubbock Texas some 30 years ago, coming from a long line of very strong independant women.. whether it was from natural causes, accidents, or war, the men in my family never seemed to last very long. i was born of rancher stock, my great grandfather was killed when my grandmother was young, leaving my great grandmother to run a ranch and raise 5 children on her own. my grandfather died when my mother was nine, leaving my grandmother to raise three children on her own with no visible means of support, she went to school and got her Masters in 1956, not because she wanted to, but in order to give her children a decent life. my own father was killed in Nam when i was two, leaving my mother to raise me, she got her Phd, she taught me to be independant, think for myself, be able to take care of myself, and find happiness from within. i always thought of her as a feminist, then one day realized, if she was anything at all, it was a humanist. |
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hejda, you are sister of my heart.. "among god's best gifts to us are the people who love us".. you are tia's prescious gift.. love, tiara^ |
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taught by my mother very young, that all people do have worth, and all people do deserve a certain level of respect, their color, religion, sex, sexual orientation, social status, economical level, education level, none of that matters, it is the internals, and even then, if i do not agree with someone or their beliefs, that does not make them WRONG, just different minded. |
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the single most poignant moment in my life, was 4 years ago.. i was sitting in front of the lincoln memorial, writing a letter to the father i never knew, i took the letter, setting it in front of the Vietnam Memorial, thinking about what that man i had never met meant to me, at the same time, thinking of the day my stepdad taught me to tie my shoes, one gave me life, the other taught me to live.There were many thing in my life, things that children should not have to see, i can tell you about growing up long before a girl should have, of rape and abusive relationships, suicides and mental illnesses among some of my closest friends.. that have touched my life in ways i can not always comprehend... i would rather tell you, that if i have learned anything from all that, it is, not to dwell on tragedy, but to take what i learn from it and grow, when you face adversity in life, you must face and learn from it, if you don't learn, it was all for nothing, and that is a bigger tragedy. |
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i have always seen myself as sort of a free spirit, free to do whatever i want and how i want, and i have, but there has always been something missing some internal part of me that was not fulfilled, no matter how i tried, a space in me that was empty. The day i met Master SamHoustn that changed, He had the strength, the will, the love and devotion to chain the falcon, to bring her down to earth and give her some direction.. to make her, His, teach her, train her, bend her will to His own, He filled the hole, the empty places inside.. all that i am, and all that i will be are His. i have given Him my mind and body, but He is my soul.
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Master SamHoustn... You are my soulmate, my heart.. my love. |
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