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Confession Box
Tuesday, December 18
Imagine this blog as a soldier at the end of a long hard war. The country has barely emerged victorious, but he cannot go home to see his wife and children, for he has been shot fatally and is lying prone, alone on the battlefield, a forgotten soldier. He is bleeding and life is ebbing out of him by the minute. He is dying.
You, a rescuer, spot him. You know you cannot save him, and can only offer companionship through his last moments in this world, and he is grateful to you. He weakly motions to you - he wants to whisper something into your ear.
"Please tell me wife and kids that I love them, and will always watch over them. I cannot offer you much in return for your help rescuer, but I can take a secret with me to my grave. You know what they say at weddings - speak now or forever hold your peace," he hacks out hoarsely.
What do you tell him?
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Dumb story aside, this blog does feel metaphorically like a dying soldier to me. The images are gone because I haven't paid my bills and don't really intend to do so. Which is why it's a good time to do one of those confession box Postsecret thingamajigs because not many people pop by these days.
Anyway, it's up to you whether you want him (the dying soldier!) to bring a secret to his grave, but please ensure that you do it anonymously. Leave a comment with whatever you want to tell him, I stress again, anonymously. I have no way of knowing who wrote what if you posted anonymously, and I'll chip in one or two myself after a while. By the way, if you saw this post via Facebook, don't leave secrets there - comments there identify you.
This is the chance to get a load off your mind, with nobody knowing, no repercussions and all.
Speak now or forever hold your peace.
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