It's funny how something silly like a peanut butter and jam sandwich can calm you and send you to a comfortable place where nothing seems to matter. Your mind settles and all you can think about is the texture of the bread, the sweet taste of the jam and the sticky oily butter smell of the peanut. All the saddness and worries subside and just for a moment, its just you and that two slices of bread. I have seen many of my close and not so close friends or people who I knew as a face in the crowd die before me. I think about them all the time. This story is not worth its words without a message to the younger generation; to hold close your friends and treat people kind and with dignity; think before you shun people away or make judgement. Someday you may sit at your table and wish you had a peanut butter and jam sandwich.
I have been asked from time to time by DanielMacKay to tell my story, each time saying no. It was a period of my life that to say the least was tumultuous and fast lived. I will attempt to tell my story in snippets and more as I can remember them and they will in no way be in chronological order.
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