Hello All,

I’m not sure if all of you are receiving these updates, so, like a trapped submariner, I will continue to tap my hammer on the cold hull and hope that you will hear my thanks for your support. 

I have sixteen days remaining before the door will open or close on this project. 

Today, I will post my last entry on the Inkshares site. The events noted in this piece occurred approximately ten years after the last chapter I uploaded. This section is raw but details a twenty-eight hour span that marked my soul and is one of many personal scars I feel I need to share. For some of you, this portion may shine a light on my behaviors that you never understood. For those unfamiliar, I hope you can understand that I was a broken young man. 

I experienced many challenging situations as well as the last respirations of my sister Carrie, my brothers, Joe and Danny, and my father, George, before I was twenty-four. These experiences turned me away from paths that people commonly follow and forced me down traces that are questionable.

I understand that most of these events are original to the human condition but in my searches I’ve found few that compare. 

I now walk on a road that vanishes in the distance as far behind me as it does in front of me. I often wonder what it would look like without all of those horrid events behind my eyes but I return to the conclusion that the images in my repository are just filters of light and there are as many of one color as the other. The scape is quite beautiful. 

I will ask all of you for one further measure of support before this challenge ends. If you are privy to another ear to bend, a heel to kick, or an arm to twist that would garner an addition $10 order, could you do so?

Respectfully,

Sharek Amalek Gadd