Hi... Welcome back. This is very precious email for me. It reveals how I was feeling just a few years ago. It is now January 2015 and still see no Justice arriving. My feelings today are.... why does God want me to live! www.google.com/+donwesley Hi Vic, old pal. - January 22, 2013. 10:25 AM
I am sharing this email, with my friends Erhard, Roger and
Monique, because it is a special day.
I just awaken. I slept very well, and all my day’s meals were
simple and good as they always are. Two at Tim Horton’s and one at Erhards’ and
the last meal with Peter.
It has been an unreal and beautiful night of thinking, and
driving and interacting with Peter his wife, and the former Owners, of Peter’s
new farm, the Clements.
I love to drive alone at night and view the sky above. Just an
hour there and back; I on the highway by my self. Peter wanted me
to stay over night, but I thought it wise to get back to 61 College. My meal and
conversation with Peter and Preca, was so very pleasant. My relationship with
Peter, makes me want to run to him. He greats me with happiness and all his talk
makes splendid simple sense. I listen with great care to what he has to
I returned happy, and feel so very good and young. I thank God I have a family of friends who
care about me.
Steve Annabelle's dogs, also reacted to me with remarkable
care. By that I mean very differently and what others didn’t fail to see, as
In medical the sense, “unremarkable” means no sign of any
In the non-medical sense, remarkable means something very
special. So, how we use a word, depends upon the situation. Most all
biblical wisdom applies differently according to the situation at that place and
time in a story. Use of words is powerful.
The devils accusers, always confuse by
I do wisely fear, about how others may mis-describe people.
Yesterday before I left Erhard’s place in Williamsburg, his
Dog, was according to him taking care of me. It is according Erhard remarkable
to see. All dogs seem very content to sit on or by my
side. When I was with Ivan, on his brothers farm where the guard dogs are
vicious; the brothers also found it remarkable, that the dogs, seemed to
approach me with Kindness. I don’t fear dogs and they seem to sense it. I love
And remember Nicky my Dog, who died next to me, as I held his
paw, with one hand, and my other hand on his chest, I felt his last breath. He
was on the seat in my PT Cruiser; he had been poisoned. How cruel!