Some of you may have been wondering where I've went. Just so you all know, I have a very valid reason for it. (Sophih knows all about it.)
It started before I became a friend of Swiftman's. I was so miserable and depressed, I had given up on my schoolwork, and my normally higher-than-standard marks had dropped to below failing. My father had seen this in my report card. He was always the one who told me to continue studying, to keep my grades high, and maybe jump another year ahead. I was friendless, mocked on, so I had seen no point to continue wrecking the grade curve. When my father saw my most recent report card... He started talking to me. It started as a simple lecture, but it escalated to yelling, and eventually... He hit me...
I had to get away from this man. He was a danger to my soul and to my well-being in general. I didn't have time to pack any of my things, I just ran out the door. It was raining very hard that night. So very hard. It was so cold. I didn't know where to go. I was alone, truly alone for the first time. I didn't know where to run, so I went to the nearest person that I knew.
Swiftman...
I managed to get to his driveway before I lost my strength. I had ran two miles in the cold, wet rain, and was too exhausted to continue. I stopped and lay down, but I couldn't stay there. I let out a yell, and to this day I thank heaven for those sharp ears of Swiftman. He heard my first yell, and was running out by my second. He saw a figure on his driveway (which is very long) and he ran, saw it was me, picked me up and took me inside. I told him what had happened, and how I could not return to my parent’s house. He offered to have me stay at his house until this was all sorted out.
For that simple gesture of kindness I owe my life to Swiftman. Not only did he become my friend in my last hours of despair when I had given up hope, but he housed me until a more permanent solution could be found.
Many people have not ever seen a person of true nobility and kindness, but I have. Swiftman is a true saint on Earth. His compassion is unparalleled by anyone else that I know.
But back to the story.
After I had spent the night with Swiftman, I had to return to school. At that day I told everyone else in the Posse (Swiftman, Broom, me, Kagemitsu, Garland and Kary, the latter two aren't on this forum) me and Swiftman told the rest my story, and they too were shocked and awed, not only at my predicament but at the true extent of Swiftman's compassion. They had not seen it at its full capacity, mostly his immature, fun-loving and Gunstar Heroes-ownage side.
I lived happily with Swiftman for the next few days. But, in the mail, we had received a true curse.
My father had disowned me. He made it official and sent my birth certificate to Swiftman's parents. They signed the correct papers, and now they are my legal guardians.
Not only have my ties to my biological parents been severed, but they had been lying about my age to me. I thought that I was always 15 years old, but I'm actually 14. I don't know why they lied, but they did.
All these things had happened within the course of one week. That is a lot to take in. But, last weekend, something else happened.
Garland, who is a very good friend to me, was riding Swiftman's quad a little too fast around a corner. I was sitting on a tree branch, watching Swiftman avoid Kary's 2x4. I got down to get a drink, and Garland came around the blind corner. The front metal bumper collided with my legs. I am eternally grateful that Broom had a driver's license, since he could drive me to the hospital. Both legs were broken, and I have to move around in a wheelchair. This may not seem bad, but Swiftman's house is not wheelchair compatible. I live in the basement with him, and he has big steps. Luckily Swiftman is strong enough to carry me. I can at least go on his computer and watch TV, and maybe play on his Genesis.
So in the course of a week and a half, I have run away from my first home, been disowned by my first guardians, and had the power of movement taken from me for a while, until my legs heal.
I wouldn't have gotten at all that far if not for Swiftman. I cannot thank him enough for his kindness. You all probably don't realize how nice this person is. He is the manifestation of compassion and chivalry, in the body of a 6'4 man that can run and move very fast.
So please, give Swiftman his dues. Show that you're grateful to him for saving my life and being more of a person than anyone could hope to be.
