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Plan was made from all sides to attack me vehemently. The search was underway to find my weak point as to the attacks on me as a catalyst with the Blackmail that I mentioned in part 1.
ReeyanshPublished 29 minutes ago in ConfessionsTrouble On The Horizon
Life, and my life in particular, has a way of throwing unexpected curveballs, and this past week has been a whirlwind of significant changes, stress and intense creativity for me. From devastating personal fights to to professional challenges that demands a solution, it has been a period demanding my full attention and energy.
C.B. VisionsPublished a day ago in ConfessionsThe Good Fortune
I am just a poor little woman from Bach, Mississippi. What do I know about anything? My father was poor and my mother was poor. All my siblings started from poverty. What do I know about wealth? I never thought in my wildest dreams of anything. Because too much is given much is required says the Good Book. I never thought in my life. It started while working at the restaurant. I worked at my uncle's restaurant since I was 14. I never asked for no raise. I never asked for anything. I was just happy to cook and work. Because that's what my parents taught me. You worked hard you receive. You worked hard you get. You worked and worked and a blessing. The only name I went by was Rebekka. All my friends called me Rebekka and all my family called me Rebekka. I was Rebekka of Bach, Mississippi. And my family lived here most of their lives ever since slavery ended. We lived in these shacks and never looked back. We were just happy to be freed and without bondage. You oppressed people so much that they just want to be freed., They just want to be by themselves. All by themselves and don't care about money or fame. Although I was famous in church for my Southern gumbo. The Pastor said Rebekka cooked us some of the most excellent gumbo that God gave you. I would be like all Pastor don't. My grandma and mother taught me and my uncle did give me the job. And after being shy of relationships and being married. This man came to my uncle restaurant. He must of been an out of townee or something. He had on this fancy suit and this suitcase. And he would order just a sandwich and chips and a light drink each time. My uncle thought he is from the IRS or some federal agencies. I thought nay he must be up to something. So he told me to keep watch and have good conversations. I shouted Hey you. And he politely looked at me. What;'s your name? My name is Rebekka everybody call me Rebekka. He politely said Mr. Peterson. I said let me buy you a drink on the house. You will love the Caribbean, it's sweet and tangy and full of flavor. And he said Thanks. So I made him the house drink. he just said thanks. I said where are you from? He said pulling his glasses off I am from an agency. i said what the government or something? He said No. And he had a phone call that made him abruptly leave. And I went in the back after checking everyone on a full house. I told my uncle. And he said he still thinks he is from the IRS. He eventually came back and asked what church I go to? I said Calvary Baptist Church down the street. My family always go to church most of the week and so does everybody else. He said Good when is service? I said well they usually do service every Sunday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. He said I will be there and you will find out why I am here. So I politely wave to him and told uncle. And uncle sweated and said be there and tell everyone that I will give them a discount if they find out why he is here. I said Whoa I am not making that gumbo. Uncle if I find out you better hire a new staff because I am tired of gumbo. Days later on Saturday, we were having church and praising the Lord and I was getting my praise on. Just because God is that good and I liked to thank him. And just before prayer, Mr. Peterson stepped in and he said he has to testify. I am from one of the agencies up North. And somebody I need to talk to. Everybody begin talking and scared. The Pastor silenced the church with the choir humming the spiritual, It is Well. And the Pastor spoke to Mr. Peterson and asked him privately but Mr. Peterson resisted and said I will talk to you if I could bring the person out. The Pastor let him. Mr. Peterson said I am looking for Saint, the last name is Saint. And the church laughed we all are Saints in God's eyes. What are you talking about man? said the Pastor. Mr. Peterson said Julia Saint. And the church started asking each other. Then the Pastor said Can we please get on with the sermon? People have to go home. Mr. Peterson said Her name starts with an R. I was shocked but so were the other people. Mr. Peterson said born in Virginia, Mississippi. And my uncle came into the meeting. And he heard and pulled me out and said Rebekka your real name is Julia Rebekka Saint and you were adopted. I said No uncle no. He said shaking his head yeah yeah. I almost passed out when my uncle straighten me out to save the town by saying it was me. I said it quietly and a little louder and then loudly. And Mr. Peterson said That;'s your name, ah ah ah I found her. You are the heir of Mr. and Mrs. Saint you are worth a fortune. Then I passed out and the church members came to help me. i said No Lord no. I worked all my life. I am not a rich snob. I worked all my life. The next day Mr. Peterson met me alone at the restaurant while my uncle was getting the restaurant ready. Mr. Peterson told me about my parents and he reassured me that I was their only heir. Then he asked me what I would do with the money. And I said spend on charities, save the church, repair the restaurant, and live well. Mr. Peterson said You really impressed me. You are thoughtful and kind. Your parents could not have prepared for this. Your check will be in the mail. Good Day Ms. Julia Rebekka Saint.
Matthew PrimousPublished 3 days ago in ConfessionsEyes Adrift
Introduction This was a five-year-old Seven Days In post about issues with my contact lenses that thankfully got sorted out. For some reason, it has had a lot of recent visits, and I know some people have issues with contact lenses. My daughters have never bothered with them, and that is understandable, putting lumps of plastic in your eyes must be very scary the first time you do it.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 3 days ago in ConfessionsA Hairstylist's Tale of Compassion and Connection
The scent of shampoo and hairspray mingled with the gentle hum of chatter, creating a familiar symphony within the walls of Salon Secrets. I stood behind the stylist's chair, my fingers deftly wielding the scissors, while my ears remained attuned to the whispers that danced between snips.
Muhammad Sarmad RazzaqPublished 4 days ago in ConfessionsThe Nature of Love
Love, the most profound and mysterious of human emotions, has been the subject of poets, philosophers, and scholars throughout the ages. From the passionate verses of Shakespeare to the philosophical musings of Plato, humanity has sought to unravel the mysteries of love and understand its essence. Yet, like the untamed wilderness, love remains an enigma, with its depths and complexities eluding our grasp.
RAVI KUMARPublished 4 days ago in ConfessionsEchoes of the Past
In the heart of Willowbrook, where the trees whispered secrets and the wind carried the echoes of forgotten tales, there lay a forest—Willowbrook Woods—a place where the boundary between the living and the dead blurred into nothingness. Beneath the canopy of ancient oaks and gnarled branches, there lay a secret buried deep within the earth—a secret that would soon be unearthed, setting into motion a chain of events that would forever alter the fate of the town.
DanniePublished 7 days ago in ConfessionsEchoes of Laughter
In the heart of a buztling town, where the laughter of children mingled with the rustle of autumn leaves, there stood a carnival—a place of wonder and whimsy by day, but a realm of shadows and secrets by night. Among its myriad attractions, there was one that whispered of darker truths—a funhouse known as Laughing in the Dark, where the echoes of laughter concealed a sinister secret that would haunt the dreams of those who dared to enter.
DanniePublished 7 days ago in ConfessionsNo Pushing
Introduction These are just some observations and thoughts on how I treat people and how they treat me. I always try to be caring and positive which is often difficult in this modern world with the fact that we can be watched and tracked 24/7 and sometimes people expect instant service and responses from you, when it is not always possible.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 9 days ago in ConfessionsNo fearless
Title Against All Odds A Fearless Journey of Triumph In the vast shade of life, there live stories that inspire, stories that enkindle the dears of determination and adaptability. The story I am about to tell you is one of similar tales — a narrative of fearlessness in the face of adversity, a testament to the insuperable mortal spirit. Our promoter, let's call her Maya, hailed from a small vill nestled amidst towering mountains. From a youthful age, Maya harbored dreams that reached beyond the confines of her humble surroundings. She dared to dream big, to aspire for greatness, despite the whispers of mistrustfulness that girdled her.
vinoth kumarPublished 13 days ago in ConfessionsDifference between Iced and Cold Brew Coffee, and how to make theme
Difference between Iced and Cold Brew Coffee Iced coffee and cold brew coffee are two popular chilled coffee beverages that are perfect for warm weather or any time you're craving a refreshing caffeine boost. While they may seem similar at first glance, there are significant differences between the two in terms of brewing methods, flavor profiles, and even caffeine content. Let's explore these differences and how to make each one.
Md Arif HossainPublished 18 days ago in ConfessionsNigeria's Pioneering Efforts in Meningitis Vaccine Development
Title: Nigeria's Pioneering Efforts in Meningitis Vaccine Development In the battle against infectious diseases, Nigeria stands at the forefront of innovation with its pioneering efforts in developing a new vaccine to combat meningitis. Meningitis, a potentially deadly infection causing inflammation of the protective membranes covering the brain and spinal cord, poses a significant public health threat in many regions, particularly across the African meningitis belt.
Md Arif HossainPublished 18 days ago in Confessions