DO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH A GENERAL
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MEETING WITH A STRANGER I sat in a chair of my son in front of his computer and read some e-mails that I got through the day. On some of them must be to replay. Last two years I was spent a lot of my time there in my favorite old leathery chair, behind that bright maple desk which remaining and tie me with my dear son, who died two years ago so quickly about a lung cancer. That chair, desk and computer always gaves me a sense of connection with my favorite person in my life. Yeah, who can understand a mother, who must to live ahead although unmerciful death took her son away. It is hard to imagine, how to live with that. But you must. Of course, my world will never be the same, I am not the same person anymore and never will be, but life must go on. Throughout heavy apathy, which I experienced for months, day after day, hour after hour, I accidentally got into my hands a book of Lorna Byrne "The Secret". I was reading it slowly, absorb the words and sentences that are instilled hope and sence in my soul and broken heart. My heart wasn’t broke just about the death of my son. There was my daughter too, married had two wonderful children boy and girl, my two little hopes. But life can’t be complete enough if there no arrive additional trial for me. After the death of my son, my daughter completely turned her back to me. Every day I was thinking about why she do that, I tried to resume our connection, asking and begging via e-mail, becouse on phone-calls she did never reply. I was hope that my e-mails was reach her but she never answered on them. I missed her and my grandchildren so much. By reading The Secret I realize that if my daughter do not want to have any contact with me I do not have any right to border her neither her family. I must to left them to live their life how they wish, only good what I can do is that I wish all the best for them and live my own life on best way what I can. That I own my dead son, my daughter and grandchildren too. I started to live like The Secret teach, with a lot of love to the whole world, nature, animals, people and in the course of time it didn’t hurt so much anymore when I remember my son, his disease and passing away. All painful memories was change, all that remembrances are interwoven with love, regardless of whether they are heavy or beautiful. I feel sometimes a great connect with my son especially when was sitting in his chair, so just right now, when I reading all those e-mails and when I went astray with my minded. O yeah, it seems that somebody of my friends give me a Skype-call. But this isn’t from anybody known. It someone sent me a request to add him on Skype to talk with him. How this tehnology progresses, who would have thought a few years ago that we will can make a contact by someone from another part of the world? It is amazing. But what that pearson wish from me? LTG Robert W. Cone from US Army. Wow, he is stay in Baghdad as it looks in his description. Well it will be nice to see what he want and chat with somebody from foreign country. But I do not speak English, just a few words I know. Anyway, he can’t hurt me via Skype and somebody who is that LTG (LTG, what means that?) from US Army certainly has not have bad intentions. Maybe he need some help or information. Okay, I’ll add him, anyway I can canceled this whenever I want.
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About the Book
The decision to publish this book was dictated the author’s heavy experience with Internet fraudsters. When she finally realized that she was deceived, she found over the Internet a lot of similar victims. She familiarized herself with their different distress so she could attempt to combat against Internet impostors and raise awareness in others so they wouldn’t fall for scams. Also, she wishes to offer some entertainment for readers. The book contains the online diary that reveals a great love between the author and a general in the US Army in Iraq and her selfless assistance in resolving different complications of his shipment. The diary also reveals conditions of her life in the former communist country where as a widow she struggled for survival and in raising two children. She unveils her experience of severe loss at the death of her son, and when she was still struggling with the loss, she encountered with general who helped her to overcome mental crisis and restore her Christian faith, which was cultivated in her by her grandparents but abandoned by parents because of the situation in the communist regime. She lost all property and much more to rescue a consignment accompanied by a diplomatic courier of the United Nations. Time events: the year of 2011.
About the Author
Widow, housewife, mother, employee—it’s not easy to be all in one person. No matter whether you’re in wealthy and stirred-up Western world or under an indiscriminate communist regime. The author in her life felt all ailments of communist world, even more because she was written in the Black Book because when she was sixteen years old, she refused the invitation in the Union of Communist Youth. After that, all the doors to any conveniences such as higher education, advancement in employment, or social activities were closed to her. Hard struggle in life made her hard on the surface, but inside she developed a soft heart, compassion, and the willingness to help others at every step. When Slovenia seceded from Yugoslavia and started with small steps to the Western democracy, her life improved. But soon the new country began to show traps that it had not been able to simultaneously solve. The state began to sink in debts, and in recent years of recession, the situation deteriorated. Tycoon takeovers and thefts of state property and by companies were rampant. Courts were powerless; each trial ended with the fraudsters winning due to poor legislation. Unemployment and poverty were increasing. The author is in superannuation, but she is still active, painting with oil on canvas, writing, and volunteering with physically and mentally affected youth. She is active against Internet impostures.