Inspiration. it is a wonderful thing. it can lead you to write. it can lead you to love. it can lead you to kill. I tried all three of these things. Only two of them worked on. I began to try writing for children while I'm in the war, as a pilot. I came up with the story of a farmer, his horse, his chicken and a pesky owl. I will not say why a Canadian was in the army as a pilot. but I did many bombing runs on these Ruskies. After the war, I met my first spouse. They wheir the light of my life, and I do not want to delve into this subgect further. After their death, I found Fifty blessings. I joined back when they were hiding as a group of peace, and I went to try to find my humanity. After a few days of being slammed by calls from differnt people, and my house burning down, which I am still angry about, I decieded to go where the people asking me wanted me to be. It was a great decision. it gave me much inspiration