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"The fire rose higher than the clouds of heaven, and the smoke was thick enough to slice open." - England Post 1

At the time of it's occurrence I was five years old. We were new money and had a fine home but all was lost in that fire. My daddy made no despair, he let it be as a lesson in life that all good things come to an end, sometimes sooner than we want. We don't know when or how, but when it does, live life with hope, create a better future, have a new adventure, and it doesn't always involve money.
I was blessed with a father that loved working hard, a mother that was a pleasure whore, and ten siblings that hated each other. Daddy was a drunkard, a philosophic drunk, he educated me in many avenues of life by using of words of wisdom. I learned that money was not the source of happiness, that kindness won more hearts than did revenge. Dispite all my sufferings and pains of heart, I always stood by these life lessons and often stood by my desire not to be controlled, unbearably. Not a fine combination in society, so I'm told. 2

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Thirty years later I'm sitting by the window watching the thick Autumn rain fall and holding my cup of tea, drifting into memories. I desired to live in accord with my own whims. And they were always to expand my horizons, to become a resident of all nations, to own the earth, as a lover not a Dictator.