Thomas Specialhand, on being friends with Amy.
Hello everyone. My name is Thomas Specialhand, and I am the guest blogger this week. Amy is on vacation from work and all media related technology. She asked me to jump over here and help her out, and because she is such a lovely and wonderful woman, I absolutely said yes.
Today's topic will be: ME! As I said, my name is Thomas and I am the eldest son of three boys. My father is Chief of the Idon'twanna Tribe, a title he has held for thirty-two years. He has been a fair and magnanimous leader, and I am proud to call him father and friend. As the eldest, I am scheduled (and expected) to take his place in October, 2012. I have not yet decided if I will accept the leadership roll. That is a scary thought for me. Being a leader is not easy and at most times very unrewarding. I've watched my father over the years, and have seen the toll it takes on a man. I don't think I have it in me to be the strong leader he is. Nor do I think I want the responsibility.Our tribe is located North of the Stillsomething Special Nation, and just East of the Ican'tbelieveIdidthat Village. We are 300 warriors strong and we are a proud and glorious people. My father has made our borders strong, been an insightful city planner, anticipated our needs and growths, provided for our elderly and sick, and has brought technology to our land. (hence the inter-net connection). Our children are educated in updated classrooms, our hospital and health clinic have the best doctors and nurses, and our crime rate is almost non-existent. What if I ruin all that - and things go to shit? I will be the one to go into the history books as causing the demise of my tribe. I do not want that on my record. The guilt of it would ruin me.
I met Amy in January, 2009, during what she calls "Her Introspective Period". She was in a dark corner of her mind, and looking behind a hidden door. She was cleaning out her memories and reflecting on past experiences, when she unlocked the door, and there I was. She was as surprised as I. I fell in love with her that moment, and have been with her ever since. Over the years she has tried to make me leave - but I refuse to go. I love her. She needs me, and I need her, and I will never leave. Never.
I am a man of deep emotions and deep convictions; I speak my mind and am not afraid to mix it up. My timing, however, is a little off. I say the wrong things at the wrong time, and the right things never come to me in time to say them when I should. Another reason why I do not want to be Chief. My father has impeccable timing and always says the correct thing at the perfect time. I do not. I think that's why Amy and I get along as well as we do. We both have an atrocious sense of timing.
Last month Amy and I discussed me taking over as Chief. She brought it up right after a council meeting at which I was awarded "The Best Police Officer of the Year" award. Did I forget to mention I'm the tribe sheriff? See - bad timing. I should have told you that in the beginning. The award is not all that impressive though. I'm the only officer the tribe has. Well, that's not really true. I have a Deputy named Charlie. He's my younger brother, and he hopes to have my job when I take over our father's job.
He's pretty young and very impressionable, and I'm not sure if he's cut out for police work. He's into fast cars, fast money and even faster women. I'm afraid for our tribe it he becomes Sheriff. My father has tried to reign him and and teach him our ways, but Charlie usually goes his own way. He always has, and I'm not sure if father can change that. The only thing which will bring Charlie back around to us, is the love of a good woman from our tribe, and I'm not sure if any of them would have him. (And I'm not in the match-making business.) Amy thinks I should concentrate on myself right now anyway. Ok, enough about me for today. In the next blog I will tell you about our tribe and some of the people in it, and some of our history.
Until then,
Thomas.
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