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   From: twonky@mindspring.com   
      
   "HVAC"  wrote in message   
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   > "Angel of HaShem/Messenger"  wrote in message   
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   >> Then....Satan destroyed my life....in 1991...   
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   >> He made a challenge with me when the first marking was seen   
   >> on national mainstream, media. 1989....   
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   >> I lost. My losing cost one Jewish, very dear, life.....   
   >> I take, as a heavy stone around my neck. For what, I never   
   >> should have done...   
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   > What was it? The Nazi challenge?   
      
   Actually...he killed himself.....read on......   
      
   It was me leaving a loaded 357 in a locked, three draw   
   filing cabinet. He was a drinker, and told me, in 1988,   
   never let him know where a gun was, around the time of   
   year, of his mothers death. Easter. He gets very depressed.   
      
   He coerced me into promising, under duress. I refused.   
   And he kept badgering me. I caved saying; "I've always   
   owned guns, don't blame me if I forget..."   
      
   A former co-worker came to the house asking me to 'hold'   
   his gun for him. He was afraid his wife was going to kill him.   
   So...I locked it in the cabinet. Mine was in my upstairs bed   
   room.   
      
   April 1991, I came home from work, and saw the barrel   
   of the gun on the floor. I went into the living/death room,   
   and saw he pried open the cabinet, which was on the left   
   hand side of the desk. Where I had a Radio Shack 64K   
   Computer.   
      
   I still have it. The cabinet and the computer. The State   
   police took the co-workers gun, and mine. I got mime   
   back. They destroyed the co-workers gun....   
      
   What was strange was, the co-worker, the family and   
   relatives of the deceased, from SC, and a very close friend   
   from CA, were there, all at once, the very next morning. As   
   if, waiting in the 'wings.'   
      
   The co-worker immediately asked for his gun back. I said   
   the State police took it. He left. And I never saw him again...   
      
   His mother was cremated. Why didn't he just keep her on   
   the mantel, rather than burial? In a shallow grave. He went   
   nuts getting a head stone. And making vists. With me. I didn't   
   like his mother, and I told him that years before her death. A   
   lot of his friends, who knew her, didn't care for her. But 'he'   
   was obsessed....   
      
   I live alone now, and have a cat. And keep my 9mm in that   
   same cabinet, unlocked, with the gun locked and loaded.   
   And now have a BIM (Built It Myself), computer.   
      
   I run everything for my passworded "Private Folder". Took a   
   while to set it up that way....   
      
      
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)