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The Black Guardian
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Location: Paragon City, RI
Member Since: Sat May 17, 2008
In Reply To
Merzah the Mystic

Subj: Truly an amazing story
Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 at 10:43:10 pm CDT (Viewed 520 times)
Reply Subj: Re: Tell me a story with a happy ending
Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 at 05:05:28 pm CDT (Viewed 541 times)


> > I'm running seriously low on the will to live, I need to hear something cheerful.
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> Ive been away from this board for awhile, im sorry to hear you are so down. I hope you arent contemplating doing anything drastic. the human spirit is very resiliant and things do get better always. when you look back you tend to remember the happy times,the bad times fade away. heres a story about the human spirit.
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> many, many years ago, a young guy, we can call him Slobo lived in the former republic of Yugoslavia. he married a beautiful young woman and was full of hope. unfortunately, war broke out because some idiots began believing silly propaganda about their grandfathers. Slobo and his wife were unfortuntely on different sides of these ethnicities. their families were fine but it was obviously dangerous for all. war always is.
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> they had the opportunity to emigrate to america, which Slobo and his wife gladly took. it was tough for them at first. Slobo was forced into menial work in a big midwestern city. back home he was a PHD cadidate, in his new location he cleaned floors because of his lack of English and the university system. However, Slobo and his wife slowly began to adjust after several years.
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> then one day something horrible happened. While she was driving home, some horrible person threw a bolwing ball off of an overpass on the highway. It fell into his wifes car, killing her instantly. It was the most mindless tragedy anyone could imagine.
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> Slobo went into horrible depression at the unbelievable fate he had endured. The horrible irony of escaping from a war unscated only to be killed by such a mindless act of violence (no one was ever caught). To be killed in such a stupid way by some idiot fated to live while his wife died.
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> Slobo attempted to kill himself but fortunately was unsucessful. recovering in the hospital, he had no reason to live and no place to go. he didnt want to return home as his family begged him, the war long over. he couldnt stand the idea of staying in his new homeland, too many memories and too much anger directed at the mindlessness of it all.
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> I had met him several months before, as i was studying uni in the states at the time. I visited him in hospital. we spoke of many things. I mentioned that id always wanted to do something completely selfless like join the peace corps. no money, no ideology, just helping others less fortunate.
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> Slobo was inspired. in spite of his age, he joined the peace corps and was sent to Lesotho in Southern africa, an AIDS racked country of great poverty. he taught secondary school in a one room school all subjects. he cooked, cleaned, and became the all around handy man in his village. he found a purpose to fill up his emptyness. I began to occasionally receive letters from him describing his life in such simple detail. for the first time since he had left Yugoslavia he was doing alright.
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> when his time came to leave, he realized that he had fallen in love again. with one of his former students, many years his junior but they loved each other. they were married. Slobo resigned from the corps and started a small business in his village. no profits, just helping the others. After all these years, he had found a purpose, a life that made himself and those around him better people.
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> I received sporatic corespondence from him. about once a year always happy. when i told him i was getting married in prague (i had returned to Europe) he was estatic. he had no money, but because his neighbors loved him so much, they pooled their resources to send him to prague for my wedding. he was our proud guest, it was great to see him happy.
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> this story has no end because life is not like the movies, it goes on. but it really has shown me that no matter how bad things get, there is always hope for a new start. and sometimes a tiny thing you do or say can produce amazing results.
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> as an ademdum, last year I recieved a letter that slobo and his wife had had their first child. he was proud to name his daughter after my wife, which flattered me to no end.





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