Dear friend Raymond
You are going to allow me to express myself to you in this language. Something very special just happened to me 10 minutes ago. It was this:
I connected the PC to the network, I looked in the Forum for your possible answer, an answer that I saw in the icon at the top of the right, there I saw a “1”. When I clicked, I saw your message, I hit it, but my surprise is that there was no message. Then I stared at the screen and noticed the word “replaying” appear.
I continued looking at the screen, and after a while, the text appeared in several paragraphs. I read them 2 times, you ended with a “Kind regards. Raymond.
I stared at the screen for a while and … suddenly, I see this paragraph appear:
“NB: I sometimes may be slow to answer, because I lost my left hand in an accident when I was 20. I have a stump till the wrist, which is very useful to do anything! But my typing is slow! "
I read it again several times, and although its content was perfectly understood, I translated it into Spanish (my language), in case there were any details that I had misunderstood. I assure you that I was looking forward to it! You know: when you do not master a language correctly, there are always words (words) that you do not know). And I hoped that something was not as I thought I understood, but no, I had correctly understood everything that message contained.
I reread it several times, at the same time I felt a kind of chill in my body, in my heart, in my soul? I made some deep aspirations, I needed it, something identical to what invades us when they communicate the loss of a loved one happened to me: you are impressed, hurt, sometimes dejected. I assure you that I was deeply impressed by this news of yours.
I am writing this to you, and I still feel in my neurons, in my sensitive fiber, this kind of pain, of despondency, and I need to take deep breaths to recover from the impact of your state (as if it had happened to you now; really for me, it was exactly like this: you have lost your hand now!
And why was it like that? Well, only I can answer you, and this is strictly the answer:
I am perhaps a very affectionate person. I have seen in you a man who gives himself with conviction in what he does, in what he likes; and this flight activity, you like it very much. Me too. That is why I have connected, I would say more: I have tuned in very well told, and you have responded very widely to everything I have asked you and more things that I have not asked, and that satisfies me and, without consciously realizing it, I took a liking to you . The more posts answered by you, the more my neuranas filled with knowledge (and my soul, with affection for you, recognizing your sacrifice for a person that you will never really know, nor will you see either).
Something as strange as this has never happened to me: feeling for your loss of hand, that … pain !, that emotional impact !, as if you had lost it now. Naturally: for me (who was unaware), you have lost your hand, the moment I read your message.
I was deeply impressed by the news, that you have confessed something so … personal? So intimate?
Well friend Raymond, this is how human beings are, sometimes, as you can see, WE SURPRISE OURSELVES. THAT EXACTLY, JUST HAPPENED TO ME.
It happened to you when you were 20 years old; For me, it has happened to you, when I read your message. Although I don’t know how many years late, I AM VERY, VERY SORRY.
Receive a big hug: Delfin