One of Us.

A man needs 3 motivations in life love of his birth family, his sweetheart and Friends..

Life was good when I had all three like a pot stand I was firm and could face everything and anything. But as all great pot stands rot from rust weakens the iron to decay and my once strong hold broke away.

I had two pillars strong but yet I looked for weakness in them because I had felt betrayed. For a long time I kept all emotion and feeling of disdain during its period of rot under lock and key but I could give a sign of relief but a longing for acceptance began.

Strong men fall when thing of such bantam sizes come in contact with a soft spot. In this case it was the lifestyle of the hero in question that was his own downfall, but of rome was built in a day then we are mug to sit around and whale in regret.Why wouldn’t we as we reminisce over times it has been faithful. It served its purpose though it had its bruising moments.

Live every good hyphen it does it duty to show division in sentences and where they r linked. The third leg of my tripod. (I laughed at the thought of saying good bye but here I smile and savor the day we say hello).

Our hero became a perfect savoir-faire hiding his sorrows behind the wall of an expression which he has mastered to show a soundness of mind thorn by uncertainty. The fitting of the new leg perfect. He is not a man to accept zilch so aptness was the case in finding the replacement for his pod. Restoration at last the minds of the worried rested and order restored.

Though the scabs and weal remain unturned and undeterred in his mind and on his pod yet he has forged a new pot with the heart of a stone and the fire of many dragons. Unshakeable he boasted knowing his greatest test is not that of strength but of time because only time can pennyworth the value of the new leg of this tripod. But in optimism we remain.

Friend and family ask "is she one of us”.

But as the future is an unknown variable he could only say “L’avenir est entre les mains aucun mans “