A willingness to act without narrating the act to oneself. Those things don’t announce themselves as skills. They don’t look like training. But when opportunity presents itself sharply enough, they behave exactly like preparedness
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Diary of a Child Sniper – Chapter 8 – Kiacatoo Year 2
It wasn’t a faceless body. It wasn’t an outcome. It wasn’t a necessary loss absorbed into a tally. It was sudden, silent, and unfair.
Diary of a Child Sniper – Chapter 7 – Kiacatoo The First Time
Vacation crept in. Not as indulgence, but as allowance.
Diary of a Child Sniper – Chapter 6 – Booroma Trip 2
This was work. Work done quietly. Carefully. Without applause.
Diary of a Child Sniper – Chapter 5 – Booroma Trip 1
We arrived thinking we were there to take. We left understanding we were there to participate.
Diary of a Child Sniper – Chapter 4 – From Gifts to Investments
This wasn’t pocket money anymore. It was income, if only in the school holidays. And income reframes relationships.
Diary of a Child Sniper – Chapter 3 – A .22 at 13
There was no conversation about feelings, no reflective pauses, no shared vulnerability.
Diary of a Child Sniper – Chapter 2 – Freedom With a Sight Picture
I wasn’t just walking anymore. I was moving with intent.
Diary of a Child Sniper – Chapter 1 – The Slug Gun at 11
The first shot didn’t announce a beginning. It confirmed one.
Diary of a Child Sniper – Foreward & About the Author
This book is a ledger of becoming. Not of pride. Not of shame.
Centre to the Dish – Chapter 14 The Arrival Isnt an End
This book does not close a loop. It opens one
Centre to the Dish – Chapter 13 Home a Different Way
To be here was never about being on the land. It was about being part of it.