Angry at myself. Angry at that drunk driver. Most of all, absolutely beside myself with anger at God!A week later when Mark and Pam went to bed one ni...ht, I stayed up drinking a few beers. I was still very upset and tired of hurting. I got up and went to the garage. I took Marks' .38 revolver that he had been cleaning and one bullet. I walked outside to the spot that we had the party and sat down on a chair that was left there. I put the bullet in the pistol and pulled the hammer back. I looked. This was the perfect time for meI started passing more time with her, days passed but now her in-laws were with her so I was not getting a chance and I was more and more upset, suddenly one day my uncle her father in law called me asked about my program for going to a marriage function of our common relative at Ahmedabad and also insist to take shenaz and her elder son with me if I go, I got what I want and immediately told ok and fixed the programWe started in my car and it takes 3 hours to. I checked a few things; starter worked, spark worked, gasoline… didn’t work.“You got some tape?” She found me some duct tape. I undid the fuel filter, just pulled it out, and taped the fuel line together.The tractor started right up, with a few drops of gas dripping from the line.“That will be okay for today. You need to get a new filter, though.”She stuck out her hand. “I hereby promote you from trainee to Captain!”I shook her hand firmly and was rewarded with an even firmer grip in return. We. So, anyway, what I wanted to explain to you is that Spirits don't actually talk to each other like the living do. Well, not exactly. It's more like thought transference. You know, like reading another's thoughts and hearing them in your brain or being able to send your thoughts to another so they can hear you.OK, non-believer. I know I don't have a brain. I know mine was nicely spattered around my living room. Well at least some of it was.But Spirits do have a center of thought. It's hard to.