The Bruised Soul of a Dinarian
Well its been two years since the word "dinar" was whispered into my ear by my father in law. He phoned me and told me of a grand investment that would change my stars, and excitedly talked about a country across the pond that was going to change the face of the world. He told me that for a couple of hundred dollars I would be able to transfer those into hundreds of thousands of dollars.
No Way!! I thought no-way no-how, brown cow. As he informed me of the the change of Iraq, the Goi, the ministers, the budget, the chaos, that was to me a changing nation returning to the world of economics, buying selling, trading, spending.
That was two years ago back in 2010 when all the chaos and craziness was going on and we expected to be rewarded. Forums were built, guru's made and destroyed as the information highway streamed the bits of info to us.
The power of the World Wide Web, nothing like back in the time of Kuwait. Back in that time things were hushed, people were hushed, the world was in darkness as the snail mail, and phone calls were all there was.
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The internet was in its infants form and learning to crawl, making leaps and bounds daily. Now, we the people connect to others around the world in a heartbeat, a nano second of time and we have communication across the globe. The world has changed the world we live in and the new Iraq is at the top of many millions of people that hold some funny looking money for a placed called Iraq.
Over two information packed years we have struggled, some more then others. Guru's have come and gone, new websites boasting the newest information, scams, reserves, banks, bankers, quack's, loonies, goi's, ministers, Maliki in, now out, no back in, vouchers, screens, hackers, smackers, Trix's are for kid's and so many more things have passed us by.
The powers that be, the boys in black, the white hats and powers that are so enormous with the amount of power to control this world we live in, playing the monopoly game of life with us peon's and pawn's. We have come to PTR, some have stayed some have gone. The members that have set their time in motion for us, giving us hope and strength to carry onward.
Dan, had a call some time ago and mentioned on that call about the soul being bruised. Yes, that is what some of us have now. We try to stand solid with the way the world is crumbling around us. We have to look to the things that have been said of late. The new's articles that say the word "dinar" now days. The comments from people in power saying that Iraq will go back to being a key to the economic structure of this world.
We will continue, some will fall, some will continue, some will just be. There are people that have lost lives, others jobs, disabilities, no job, house, car, no hope to follow. We turn to others in time of need and we have found each other, we have found calls to help, articles to relieve, chats to comfort, others to ask for help walking the path we have set for ourselves.
The "bruised soul" is what a lot of us are.
This is for others that find things shaken from time to time and find themselves like myself just......being. We look out toward the horizon as the sun sets and wonder if the trail will lead us to the homestead any time soon.
The "bruised" want to tell "those uppers that hold this up" JUST GET IT DONE or get off the pot!
Thank you my friends for letting me vent.