Ei missshti shonaaaahelloooo: kaanta jibh diye lick kore dila hothat)himeljal: uffff (kan saranor chesta)himeljal: ufffhimeljal: ar parchinahelloooo: ...hmmmhelloooo: ki sgundor earringhimeljal: (bolte bolte tomar sarire amar sasir ta eliye dilam)helloooo: round roundhimeljal: ki sab baje manushhimeljal: didi dekhle ki vabbehelloooo: ummhelloooo: ashbe naahelloooo: tumi aador khaaohimeljal: nahhhhelloooo: (forsa golaai chumu)himeljal: charohimeljal: ummmmmhelloooo: bhaalo laagche naa. All my life, I have been told of a loving Father which is an image I clung to as I never had one. The Christian faith is burned deep into my soul/mind and even though I have no “faith” I still find comfort in it’s familiarity. I’m also Heathen and find comfort in the sagas of my ancestors and the images of Freyja, sweet Sunna, and Hel. The Disir I adore. What’s interesting is faith or no faith I’m observant enough to know that there’s things that go bump in the night that a .357 won’t do. Just moments before, as I loaded groceries into my car, I was oblivious to my surroundings. The safety I felt living in the same town I had grown up in as a happy, sheltered child had blinded me from the potentially dangerous situations I was certain would never occur. Things that should have concerned me—a barren parking lot and late evening darkness—hadn't kept me from tuning out my environment. I was oblivious and vulnerable. From the corner of my eye, I saw it … a gloved covered hand. I just have some extra abilities and powers that were given to me by the Great Spirit to enable me to do my job. I am in a constant war against evil, I will probably never win the war, but I hope to win as many battles as I can." We certainly appreciate the fact that you have rescued us from the bandits, but what do my daughter and I do now?" Well, you certainly cannot travel any farther by this coach, since the bandits killed the mules pulling it. Where were you going?" We were headed home to.