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An open letter to Cindy Sheehan

Wed, 2007-05-30 14:22 — Loftlore

Dear Cindy:

Last night Keith Olbermann told me that you have moved to a place of personal peace. I can certainly understand. Sometimes it seems to me that the only way to change our guilty species is by means of a rock from outer space. Our endless war is evidence that humans are no better than other beasts. We are as ripe for extenuation as the dinosaurs ever were. I wonder if it wouldn't be better to wipe clean man's guilty history and start fresh. Educating humans is a hopeless, thankless task. You gave it a noble try, Cindy. Thank you, mother Sheehan You are among the best of us all.
Nevertheless I didn't want you to leave without telling you about my debt to you. I quite probably owe you my life. At the least I owe you my new life.
The year was 2005. I was in bad shape. My September birthday was approaching. I was going to be fifty three years old. I had a, "get busy living or get busy dying" moment. I wondered to myself what I wanted out of life. I decided to make my birthday a rebirth. After some introspection, some deep self examination I decided I wanted to march with you in the September 2005 peace march in Washington DC. I wanted to march with you, Cindy. It wasn't important that you knew that I was there. I was important that I knew I was there.
I gave up angry booze, gave up being angry at Bush without action and gave up doing nothing about anything. I started exercising. I had a march to attend! I began losing weight. Soon my clothing hung off me! I marched with you Cindy. I have pictures to prove it. I marched against the war on Iraq.
I have kept the weight off and lost more. I've lost sixty five pounds! I still exercise. The weight loss and the exercise probably saved my right leg from an infection and possible amputation. I haven't drank a drop since that decision to march with you. You see, Cindy, I'm a disabled vet with diabetes. I may live longer because of you, Cindy. I certainly have lived and will live better because of you. I even finished writing a book since that day I decided to march with you!
Thank you mother Sheehan. Thank you for my life. Thank you for all the other lives you have tried to save.

E. S. Hudler

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