I owe an apology to all; A sincere apology.
I reacted in a bad way when certain words were written.
I had no right to respond in such a way, with vulgarities and abusive reactions.
Admittedly, I was/am: under duress, emotionally and physically tired, wasn’t thinking clearly after a hard escape from fast flowing water and seeing thousands around me distressed, with nowhere to go.
However, that didn’t give me the right to respond in such the manner that I did when I got to a room with electricity.
I didn’t take those two extra seconds to think before I reacted, and I boldly wrote immediately, without reasonable thinking.
I caused upset to an already upsetting situation, and that was not manly of me.
I apologise to Dasa for my reacting in such a negative way to his own entitled opinion.
I apologise to all for causing a band-wagon of attack upon, albeit a pain in the ass sometimes, but maybe just a misaligned thinker who, if he can mature into a piece of the same cooked cake as us, could possibly be a passionately ‘caring’ individual about certain realities, those of which he currently may not be able to face in his own life. We don’t know his situation!
I regret my immediate responses to words of unkindness, as there will always be ‘one’ that has a negative passion for large numbers. I thank all of you who have offered donations to Thailand, to my family and, more importantly, to the people of this most beautiful of countries who need it.
My own plight is my own responsibility, even if I have little left in ownership of ‘white goods’ that supply comfort to my family…
I own my self-esteem, my ability to get up after being kicked during a hard fall, and my ability to help others who are worse off than me, and there are many. I got dealt BADLY, but I also reacted BADLY.
I thank you all sincerely, and I apologise faithfully for my BAD, for what it’s worth.
In my moments of distress, Kipling came to mind. I learned this word for word and talked it to myself during our escape;
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!