To the one who died to save me
This should be one short story, but it goes on for quite a while, you see, through writing at 38, I am going back to when I was a child
Now to write at all this story, I had many troubled doubt. These years of thoughts inside my head, now should I let them out?
On then, with the story, and ill get straight to the point. So I pray to God that every word, to your hearts He will anoint.
There is many people in this story and on occasion ill mention me, and ill mention towns and places, but itâs the Hand of God I want you to see.
Now itâs good to have two parents, and the Curragh,,,, to run and play so wild, but Kildare in the 1960âs was kinda tough for a traveller child.
Yet my life was full of sunshine, and this world was my big play pen, but my world fell down around, by a car crash, when I was ten.
So with Mother, brother and...
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