ALL LIFE IS SACRED and none is more sacred than another
ALL life is sacred.
I have made a mess of my life,
but that of course you know.
Every good intention turned out bad
and shamed what I was trying to do.
King Midas had the golden touch,
but all I did just turned to dust.
I have made a mess of my life
so what’s the point ?
Goodbye.
I wrote that poem first thing this morning.
Did you know that in 2019 there were five thousand six hundred and ninety-one registered deaths by suicide in England and Wales, equating to an average of 18 suicides per day in the country. Suicide is the single biggest killer of men under the age of 45 in the country.
What brings a person to such a position. I have known people who took their own lives, They all had one thing in common, those around them were either not close enough or did not care enough to see what trauma they were going through.
SMILE OF THE DAY: Always remember that no matter how useless you feel, you’re someone’s reason to SMILE.
Important but empty words if we do not speak them and tell someone who is so low can see no point in life that their life is loved.
ALL life is sacred, indeed it is. From the royal family to the robin I watched this morning pecking at seed on the bird table. IMPORTANT, within all life being sacred NONE is more sacred than any other. No member of the royal family is more important than the little robin.
ALL LIFE IS SACRED AND NONE IS MORE SACRED THAN ANY OTHER.
I went yesterday to visit the homeless rough-sleeper I have been trying to support but he was not there. His bedding and small possessions were there but he was not. Last time I saw him he told me how people had been throwing insults at him. Who would do something like that ? Why would one sacred life form do that to another ? Would the little robin on the bird table do that ? Would the queen lower herself to visit my friend ? The answer to both questions is no.
Today there are three hundred and forty three families grieving for loved ones who passed away yesterday after suffering from china virus. Yesterday another six thousand, three hundred and forty nine people tested positive. This morning six thousand, three hundred and forty nine people together with all those around them who love and care for them are fearing the future.
I started to write a poem yesterday THERE ARE TWO B’s IN RUBBISH but it did not come from my heart, it came from my mind so it was RUBBISH. The Suicide Note came from my heart:
SUCICIDE NOTE
I have made a mess of my life,
but that of course you know.
Every good intention turned out bad
and shamed what I was trying to do.
King Midas had the golden touch,
but all I did just turned to dust.
I have made a mess of my life
so what’s the point ?
Goodbye.
Within my writing yesterday, within DESTINY’S SERVCANT, I tried to use words to describe how a soldier in World War One felt when he was injured and became unconscious:
Then came the explosion. I heard the explosion and felt the blast but nothing more. I knew I was not dead but that was all I knew in the void I had entered. The void was wide but at the same time the void was narrow. The explosions and gunfire were silent even though they were there. Was this death ?
“No you are not dead,” I recognised the voice. “I have arranged a Blighty for you, just be patient.”
I made to reply to my brother but the void excluded everything leaving me to dream alone. To dream as a single person but with others moving through the mist.
I felt so proud and knew my family felt pride in what I had done. It was a double pride for two days earlier my older brother Daniel had added his name to King and Country. He was to join The Fifth Army Reserve while I was to fight with The South Staffordshire regiment . With two members out to kill the Bosch Kaiser Wilhelm II had engaged his country in a futile war which he had no chance at all of winning.
As I returned home after putting my name on the paper offered to me, after passing the medical examination A One Fit I marched home. I could not wait for the next forty-eight hours to pass in order for me to board a train at Snow Hill Station and head to the training camp on the island of Guernsey. I had never been that far outside Birmingham before. The journey was long but the comradery which instantly formed among all recruits made time of little importance. We sang, we drank beer and smoked cigarettes. We laughed at jokes, even those which were not funny and discussed just were on a German soldier’s body was the best place to stick a rifle bayonet.
Training was exciting, everyone just could not wait to get to the front and to start killing. There was only one Good German and that was a dead German. I would create many good Germans. Never in my life had I put as much effort into anything as I did into my training as a soldier in The South Staffordshire Regiment. I and every other recruit strived to be perfect in every area of fighting. Indeed I did excel, I passed out from basic training as a Lance Corporal, a lance corporal and I had not fired a single bullet, I had not stabbed a single enemy with my rifle bullet, I had not turned a single enemy German into a dead and good German.
The first Bosch I turned into a dead good German made his transition from life to death with my bayonet which I thrust into his neck, his eyes met mine but I closed them by firing two bullets into him to secure his death.
How many more enemy Bosch friends of Kaiser Wilhelm have I converted into good dead Germans since then ? Many but not enough.
“The medics are coming.” I knew the voice of course but four words were all I heard. “The medics are coming.”
I hope I will find myself in the right frame of mind to continue writing that today.
Yesterday I wrote 4,182 words bringing my total to 424,186. That, I think, means I will hit, given the average, half a million words on Monday 22nd March.
As I have been writing today’s diary
entry I have been wondering if our ON
THIS DAY feature would fit in with my mood but let’s give it a go.
3rd March 1953: A De
Haviland Comet crashes killing eleven people.
3rd March 1969: Launch of
Apollo 9 to test the lunar module.
3rd March 1985: Arthur
Scargill declares that the National Union of Mineworkers national executive
voted to end the longest running industrial dispute in Great Britain without
any peace deal over pit closures.
3rd March 2005: Steve Fossett becomes the first person to fly and aircraft non-stop around the world solo without refuelling.
I’ll leave it there.
ALL LIFE IS SACRED AND NONE IS MOR SACRED THAN ANOTHER
Always remember that no matter how useless you feel, you’re someone’s reason to SMILE.
Catch up again tomorrow
Dave
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