We get letters.....

Below are three letters from three people who have responded to my journal entries, my blogs, my thoughts, my heart. Following each of them is my response to their response.

(From my brother, John)

<<<<<<It's a life worth fighting for. You're the guy with the spirit.
Go for it. My prayers are non stop for you.
You'll indeed hear from me.

<<<<<Go get 'em, tiger!

At the moment, dear brother, I am a tiger without claws, without teeth, without legs. But since life is the most precious gift in the world - and you only get one per customer - you better be damned tootin' I'm goin' for it. If we don't make it, we at least tried. And for a good chunk of the 77 years I've had life, it's been far better than I deserved. Thank you, John.

I love you,

(From a lady in the U.S.)

<<<<<<I hope you don't lose your voice, either. I imagine your wife will miss it if it has to be sacrificed for your life. I know I would miss my husband's voice if it were to happen to him, and he doesn't even have the kind of voice that would knock my socks off... you know, like the voice of Antonio Banderas or Sean Connery. <smile>

<<<<<<<<For women, it's a man's voice that draws her attention (well, there are other charms as well, but it is a strong opinion, and may even be a fact, that we are more auditory than visual romantics).

<<<<<<<Yes, I would miss his voice, and your wife would miss yours too, no matter how many times she has had to forgive you. (grin)

Such innocense! Such ingenuousness! Thank you for putting my probable voice-lessness in perspective. I do have the kind of voice "that would knock your socks off." But since I am no longer in the socks-less, sex-full business anyway, it won't be such a big loss

(The third letter was not signed with a name, only the words "hunter" and the name of a Western state. He was referring to some of my letters chastising hunters in this country

"I have been reading you for only a short time, a lurker of sorts I suppose, it was only a matter of time before I had to comment here. Your writing makes it awfully hard to not comment. I enjoy your journal and some days the things I read here I can agree with so much. Then there are days, like today, when I am thinking..man, how can that be?? I appreciate and respect other people and their opinions and even enjoy hearing about the sides that I don't agree with but I am guessing my "lurking" days here are over..and I just wont be able to stay quiet any longer...
...A Minnesotan, a hunter, a ..."

Dear Mr.________

You signed your comment "a hunter". You lurk in the forest before you murder your prey. You are a murderer. You don't deserve to live. You kill beautiful animals - your own mammalian cousins - for fun! No other animal does that. Only hyenas and you. I can't stop you from lurking around my journal entries. But I think I can block your comments. They and you are not wanted here.

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#1 Comment from mariealicejoan
8/19/07 1:38 AM | Permalink

Proof positive that your words are having an impact on your readers. I am glad I'm not your only fan. I appreciate your words and the voice you give to them with your fingertips. I've never heard your real voice but I imagine it as somewhat gravelly and husky, a man's voice. Oddly though when I see you in my mind's eye I see Lou Grant. It really matters not though because my heart sees you as a friend,
Love,
Marie
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