![]() ![]() After some persuasion the turtle gave him a ride. The snake said something like if I bit you we’d both die, because they’d be on the water, and the snake would drown. The turtle, however said that he couldn’t let him on his back to ride across, being that he was a snake and would surely bite the turtle. The snake called to the turtle and told him how he wanted to cross. The turtle was swimming in the river and noticed the snake. The snake couldn’t swim, and was stuck on the land, and had to cross the river. I will now roughly explain the gist of the story. He told me a very strange story, that i still kind of remember, being that it was so odd and weird. I was confused, especially since I was just watching tv, and that it was at least -20 outside. He told me he had enough of my gaming, and turned everything off in the house. My uncle then came from seemingly out of nowhere and appeared before me. So naturally I messed around on his computer and watched some movies. Seeing all this, and how small his house was, gave a feeling of comfort, and coziness. When the wind blew it made a almost whistle like sound, and the humidity on the windows dripped lazily down the windows. The trees outside had seemingly been stripped away of their leaves and given a new coat of snow that was laid heavily upon it. I went to his house, during the cold Chicagoan winter. I was only 10 and he was however old he was. My Pc was built this year, and I know I wouldn't have come up with the money if I weren't sober, and I wouldn't be sober if it weren't for my two uncles. I'll be coming onto 3 years clean this September. Okay, I'm somewhat tearing up now after telling this story, but anyways. We lost him a little over a year ago from cancer now. I actually have another uncle that supported me through all of this after I've gotten out and I'm staying clean for him mostly since he was someone to talk to and was always there when I got in trouble, had to get a lawyer when my house got raided (cus' I was selling on the side to support my habit), and he was even there when I got out of jail when I got bailed out. So I guess my mother told my uncle, and other family members about this, and he had enough faith in my to cover my 3 month stay in rehab and I've been clean ever since. I mentioned to my mom that I was ready, but she's already helped me in the past so many times and has heard it all before. I've already been to rehab multiple times, but this last time I was 100% sure I was going to quit. I knew that if I continued on the path that I was on I would be dead within a year. I used to be an addict, and was pretty much on my last run. Unfortunately I don't have any crazy uncles. I've been trying to get this game forever. I feel like, in some small way, his spirit lives on within me, and frankly, even though the rest of my family has abandoned me and been horribly abusive, I know I won't ever be fully alone, because somehow I'll always have him. Because of this, I am an artist/author today. I remember him giving me art sets as a little girl, and he was always about supporting my interests in the arts. He moved to paris when he was young and became a well known dancer, he worked in the background of Prince music videos and was great at ballet. I think my life would've been so much better having had him around, as a queer family member, to look to. ![]() ![]() I later learned he'd died from AIDS, but when it really started to hurt me was when I myself started to realize (also at an early age) that I liked girls and I really hate that he didn't live longer. After all, I was a five year old girl, so. ![]() I can remember seeing him in the back bedroom, the guest bedroom, of my grandparents house, dying and he wanted to hug me but I was too scared. My uncle was the only queer person in his family, and they accepted him, but he died when I was only about 5 or younger. ![]()
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