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Being a Sailoor...EPILOGUE

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It was very early in the morning when the news came. Bad news spreads like wildfire and this was no exception. It was Joey Sherman, Randys little brother and my other buddy.
 
memory was as good. You carried the story great and interesting to the end.
Thank you! <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
Wayne
 
That changed so many lives.Doesn't seem fair does it?At that age we all thought we were immortal.My best friend thru out school was killed in a motorcycle accident at the age of 17.Its funny,when I think of him I remember a funny,life of the party guy that was fearless on the football field.In my minds eye he is still a fresh faced 17 year old.If he was alive he would now be 50.
Thanks so much Tom for giving us a good story about you and your gang of friends.I enjoyed reading it.
 
with the amount of brain damage Ray suffered, he still had a good sense of humor. He also loves those two children with all is heart and soul. Your series on "The Sailors" was wonderful, and I enjoyed it immensly.
Keep the stories coming! ILY, Linda
 
Thanks for putting it up for us to read. There will always be something in everyone's past that shapes their future. Some run with the bad, and some turn it to good, but it will always be shared with close friends.
Dave
 
I really want to thank you for taking the time to write it down for us. It is written beautifully and fully shows the life of a country boy and his buddies growing up in Saline County.
Give us some more stories. Your talent as a writer is most obvious. Love you much. <><
Johnboy
 
my childhood friends. I have absolutely no idea what happened to any of them. Not one.
Thanks for taking us back with you Tom!!
 
go look in the mirror sir? looks like yah done good, my special friend! thanks, for a wonderfull story, I really enjoyed every single word!
but, Tom! u shud hav been beat wid a bushy switch for u-know what?
I WAS!
 
and believe me; my Daddy was doing all the leading! <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol">
 
funerals to bring all our friends together. My best friends in the whole wide world are my wife, my sister, and my brother!
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you could relate to this story mainly because you married into the family, plus you knew everyone of the characters as well as I did!
Between us three, were sure to come up with more!
Lil Brother <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
gave me the hebe gebes. To this day I still remember the uncanny silence while I was inside. BRRRRR!
It was a lesson well learned!
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every time I see Ray, I find myself trying to avoid him. It took me years, but I finally realized that he is not the same person.
I still have a sense of guilt about the wreck and I still miss my old buddy. Thanks for caring. ILY2
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bulletproof for most of my life, but after Ray had his accident in 69, I lost my Father in 76 and my OTHER best friend, Dick in 1979.
I finally found out that life is not always fair and is a lot shorter than I anticipated. I try to live every day like its my last because one day...it will be.
Give us another fine story, Dan! Just let one fly when you are ready.
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that's what happens when someone has a life altering accident such as Ray had. But just keep in mind, he's not the same person, but someone who remembers you a lot. My mind got changed about this situation when mother had her strokes and she was asphasic. The people who had been friends with her all her life, simply could not, or would not come around and try to deal with her. Only a couple of people stuck it out with her. It hurt her deeply, and only by the sheer will and determination did she get better, not one hundred percent, but better. These so called "friends" were not her friends to begin with. It was us, her children...and her grandchildren and great grandchildren that made her life, although changed, tolerable again. I know it is hard to see Ray now, but I still wish, and I know you do too, that there was something we could do for him. That's why I let him do odd jobs sometimes, because he does need money. What he spends it on, I'm not sure, I'm just hoping some of it goes to his wife and kids. ILY, and I know that story was a very hard one for you to write.
 
but you know; I've missed a lot of your stories before I joined the forum. I would like to hear of some of your adventures as well.
The hunting stories you tell are very enjoyable and if you reprint some of them, I promise I'll print some out for my book.
P. S. happy birthday coming up!
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