There were frequent turns and bumps along what I believed to be a dirt road and an indeterminable amount of time later the truck came to a halt. The m...n stepped around each of us forming an assembly line, passing us down along their sets of hands and off the truck onto a mattress I felt my body hit. My girlfriend was crying her eyes out and was slapped, sternly told to "shut her fucking mouth or she would be killed 'swiftly and slowly' ". I wanted nothing more than to show this person just what. " Tommy and Rob spent the next half-hour on the radio. They ended by agreeing to bring the furnaces and hut. Then Art and Rob talked for a while and I noted that Art was writing down some measurements. After Art stopped talking on the radio, Tommy and Art walked down the river a ways, stopping just before the bend where Tommy had built the chopper pad. I could see them gesturing and walking off different areas. About a half an hour later, they came for me.Art said, "Tommy agrees with Rob, we. Politeness goes a long way, it earns you connections, and going too far to reject considering other people prevents new authors from even wanting to come here. That probably also means missing out on potential readers. Sure seems like everyone on the site would benefit from all of us working to be kind, doesn’t it?5. Be SomebodyThis section is aimed at myself more than anyone else. In the past I’ve taken to great lengths to make sure no one knows anything about myself, but I feel as though at. By the time the shack was in sight, she could hardly walk straight, as her knees kept threatening to buckle. She reached the door, which opened before she could knock. Robert Fisher stood there, and caught her neatly as she fell against him. He picked her up as if she weighed no more than an autumn leaf, and carried her indoors.'Bring that mattress in, lad, ' he said to his son, and waited while Tom gathered it up, and checked that it had dried after its earlier dousing. He took it indoors, and.