From: h234_035@ccvax.ucd.ie
Newsgroups: alt.sexual.abuse.recovery
Subject: Re: GROWL *sob* - a fire extinguisher.
Date: 15 Dec 92 11:58:30 GMT
Organization: University College Dublin

In article <1992Dec9.091443.29167@penet.fi>, an935@anon.penet.fi (Silver Tiger) writes:
> X-Anon-To: alt.sexual.abuse.recovery
> 
> 
> A story that may be told to others who come across this net.
> 
> 	Once upon a time there lived a tiger who was made of molten
> silver.  She was very sad and very lonely and very angry.  She was
> almost at the end of her path, when suddenly she saw a bright new
> jungle ahead, in a place she had never looked before.  The beings
> in that forest were hurting too, but were helping each other.  Silver
> Tiger cautiously stepped forward, afraid, but aware that she could 
> protect herself if need be.
> 	She growled and roared out her pain, sometimes whimpered it,
> and the others listened.  More amazing, they responded and consoled,
> for they had walked the same path as the tiger.  One, a Free 
> Amazon, strong and proud, walked the path for a distance with the
> tiger.  Silver Tiger was feeling the best she had in a long long
> time.  AFter a while she even tried to help others, and felt even
> better about that.
> 	Then one day the fire came.  How it started nobody can know.
> Why do we care how it started?  The beings in the forest were taken
> by surprise.  Some saw the fiery sky and ran for safety.  Some
> tried to stay by their newfound forest as long as possible, but 
> became silent or scared as the flames grew in size.  Some were
> burned by the flames so badly that they can never return.
> 	Silver Tiger had been wounded before, but now it was getting
> worse.  The Free Amazon led her to safety.  Silver Tiger saw her
> friends' forms in the forest, running, running, and cried in anger
> to see them forced to do so.  Unbeknownst to her, the flames were
> not dying down, in fact they were being fed by a continuing wind
> that should not have touched this forest.
> 	Finally, silvery body tarnished by the fire, Silver Tiger
> pauses, having distanced herself far from the flames.  She cries
> to see her new safe place so torn apart, she screams and claws
> and bites in frustration at the air, for the assailants are not
> listening.  The bullet wound in her side has healed, but this
> fire blazes on and on and on...
> 	Something stops her in her tracks as she circles the
> burning forest.  She sees Sierra and darkangel and Seeker in
> the distance.  They are headed far away.  The silver tiger knows
> that her roars cannot reach them if they are not listening.
> She just wants them to come back, she will miss them too much, she
> knows that they can rebuild, the fire will move on...
> She roars until she cries, then cries until she roars, then sleeps
> in pain.
> 
> 	But if the fire does not end, where will the silver tiger
> go?  Nowhere.
> 
> Nowhere.

Silver Tiger,[BOB] is a newcomer here, and sees the flame roaring through what
should  be a peaceful and helpful place. Still he believes that the forest is a
good place, full of good people, trying to do good for their friends, both
known and unknown. [BOB] believes that the forest can grow and become beautiful
again. The tiger hurts. [BOB] hurts too, so why dont we just ask the ones with
the bellows to keep their flames private.

I direct my next sentence towards those playing with matches.

KEEP ASAR FREE FROM FLAMES.
We have been hurt enough, we do not need burns on top of bullet holes.

We shall once again care for the silver tiger, and for [BOB].

With this, let the flames be gone, and let loves light fill this glade.

[BOB]

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