Although in some regions of the world, I'm still regarded / remembered /
respected as a scholar / researcher / writer, . . . the REAL IRONY is this :
If, in the middle of the night (or, for that matter, the middle of the day),
. . . I were bleeding to death, . . . then within a realistic radius of this
Marietta / Cobb / Georgia outpost amongst the Statesiders, . . . there is NOT
ONE (1) friend I could call and say, “COME HERE, I NEED YOU !”
NOT even in a matter of life and death.
On battlefields during shooting wars, the isolation is NOT as severe.
Love always,
~ Michael
Michael had been dead for three weeks before anyone found him. With his internet service cut off from the middle of May, he was unable to contact me here in the UK for help.
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