RIP to my buddies…

Today was the day that I found out that the fifth friend of mine, within this last year time period, had passed away. This man was a man from America, older than I am and he lived in Sweden for twenty years. He also died in Sweden…. He had found his new home and was happy there…

But this article is about him and four more and actually hundreds more…

Over the last period of one year, a year that spans from 2016 to 2017 has been a rough year on men I respected and knew from all walks of life…

One man was from Romania, he owed his future to me in America. I stood by him and promoted him against all odds and he became a fine General Manager of Food Service…

One man was from Sweden as I have previously said…. He was from an older era than I…

One man was from the battlefield (a Korean,) no legs, only one arm and a plate in his skull. That says enough and he fought bravely ever since he was sent home from what should have been sure death in most peoples eyes…

One man was a friend from High School. He left behind a good wife and several kids. His dad and mom out lived him. He loved cars as much as I did and we raced and raced and raced…

One man was a boss of mine. A man who taught me about what it was like to have a heart attack and have to keep working, until you die. He had his first heart attack at 40 years old and worked still non stop, never obtaining his dreams, until he simply fell over dead at work. I learned a lot from him, became his boss and moved on, only because of his help and because he could no longer rise in the company. He leaves two kids and a good wife. He should still be alive, but retirement was the only thing he wanted and one month after retiring, he died. Not from boredom, but he knew that he gave all he could to his family and the pain was time to end…

This is just within the last year…

I could go on and on. My dad was one of those that died at work, literally. He fell sick at work, drove himself to the hospital and that was his last day on earth…. He died many many years ago now…

I know hundreds like this. Yet I have still continued. I knew hundreds more who died of wounds from battles and hundreds more of men who I knew died and never left the battlefield…

I am still here…. I lived through unsaid horrors and lived through things that should have made me go insane…

I must still be here for a reason and for some reason I write almost, literally and without fail for almost 10 years now, on Windows to Russia…. I guess something inside of me has to get out. I have something to say. Most of what I say, people do not want to hear. Most of what I say upsets people. From how good Russia is to how things have changed in America…. Something drives me to say what I say, something talks to me almost everyday and tells me that this is important top say and that is important to say. Just as something told me to write this article, as I even took a shower and here I am, wet still, writing an article on WtR…. Something tells me to write and it comes from within my soul…. Something?

October 10th coming up this year, I will be living in Russia eleven years officially. I have never been changed in my thinking about my first reaction to Russia and I never will be. I just wish that America could become more like Russia and not as I see it happening, Russia more like America…

I know that if I stayed in America I would be dead now. I would have died working to the bitter end. I would have died working just to pay the exorbitant bills that seemed to spring up from just simple living everyday life. Either that or sleep under a bridge…

I was lucky, I found the sweetest girl in the world. She lived in Russia and she did not want to leave Russia. She loves Russia and I loved her and that was that…

A man does not make a woman leave her family and her home. A man has to adapt and take care of her where she wants to be taken care of. Svetochka wanted Russia and I came to help her to excursion through life the best we can…

Now that is an excursion of a lifetime… 😉

RIP guys, you were all good men…

WtR

Death is one of two things. Either it is annihilation, and the dead have no consciousness of anything; or, as we are told, it is really a change: a migration of the soul from one place to another.     

Socrates

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