From: owner-harbinger-digest@smoe.org (harbinger-digest) To: harbinger-digest@smoe.org Subject: harbinger-digest V12 #23 Reply-To: harbinger@smoe.org Sender: owner-harbinger-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-harbinger-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk harbinger-digest Wednesday, August 29 2007 Volume 12 : Number 023 HARBINGER DIGEST To post, mail harbinger@smoe.org To unsubscribe, mail majordomo@smoe.org with: unsubscribe harbinger-digest To get list info file, mail majordomo@smoe.org with: info harbinger-digest Today's Subjects: ---------------- (harbinger) An Appeal - Please Read ["Journey Bear" Subject: (harbinger) An Appeal - Please Read Hello I am writing everyone in my address book in an attempt to right a grievous wrong and restore my faith in humankind. It's very likely that you haven't heard from me in a long time. Perhaps you have quite forgotten who I am. Perhaps you do remember me and don't want anything to do with me. That's all right, nobody has to like everybody. But if you can try to put yourself in my position and think how you would want people to react to a similar situation, you'll understand why I am doing this. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Some of you know, and many of you may not, that I have been writing songs and playing mandolin for a long time - ever since The Beatles for the former, and as to the latter, next year would mark my 40th anniversary. That is a long time to be devoted to anything, and as those of you who know me well can attest, playing the mandolin is one of the things that defines me. It's who I am, it's how I get through the tough times and celebrate the good times. I call the mandolin my reality interface, for with it I am able to establish and maintain a rapport with the rest of the world. It's what makes me special, it's what makes me stand out in a crowd, it's what I have to offer the world and how I am able to entertain and occasionally enlighten people. Tragically, this has been taken from me in a senseless, thoughtless act. On Sunday, August 26th, a date which shall live in infamy, while I was sorting through my storage space in New Haven, two thieves broke into my van. They stole my wallet, my CD player, my cell phone, and my mandolin. The security camera did catch this act in process, but the police say it isn't much help in identifying the perpetrators. They took a statement, wrote up a police report, gave me a case number - #38454, a matter of public record - and said they would do what they could. There wasn't much money in the wallet, the CD player and the CD in it (in case you're wondering, it was Fleming & John - The Way We Are, and I have a copy) are replaceable, the cell phone is absolutely useless to anyone outside of its service range of south Florida, but the loss of the mandolin is going to be hard to recover from. Along with it went a bit of my heart, for they destroyed some of my faith in the goodness of people. Also, in a way even more disturbing, is the loss of my song list, the pocket-sized piece of paper that contains my finished songs on one side and unfinished ones on the other. Even if I get the mandolin back - which the police and pawnbrokers assure me will happen if they ever try to trade it in - that record of songs in various states of incompletion, my life's work, is likely gone forever. Sadly, I never backed that up. Never saw a need to, until now, and it's too late. The reason I am writing you, indeed writing everyone I know, is that with your help I may be able to recover from this terrible event. What I propose is this: If you will find it in your hearts to send me some money, even $5, I will be able to replace the mandolin, perhaps with one not quite as nice, but something with which I can return to my career. This will also go a long way to restoring my faith in humanity. My spirit has really taken a beating, and what you will be giving me, in addition to money, is belief in the goodness of people, hope for better days and times, and a willingness to continue. I will open a seperate account specifically for this purpose. And I will also send each and every one of you who helps me out in this, truly my time of need, a copy of my first CD, for I realize that without your generosity and faith this would not have been possible. And for those of you in the business, please keep an eye out for this instrument. It's a Gibson F-12, yellpw sunburst finish, 1/4" tailpin jack, says "The Gibson" on the pegboard, no pickguard, half a dollar bill inside the body (yes, there's a story there), serial number 868 557. If you should happen to see this, please contact me or the police immediately. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and hope with all my spirit that you never have to face a similar situation. Steve Bornstein aka Steve Gibson P.O. Box 95 Key West FL 33041 PS: I apologize if you have received multiple messages. Some of you are on more than one list. _________________________________________________________________ Puzzles, trivia teasers, word scrambles and more. Play for your chance to win! http://club.live.com/home.aspx?icid=CLUB_hotmailtextlink - ------------------------------ To unsubscribe, mail majordomo@smoe.org with: unsubscribe harbinger Btw, if you are an AOL subscriber the above instruction will work for your EVERY time. Digest, further unsub and problems FAQ at: http://www.netaxs.com/~jgreshes/lists/harbinger.html ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Aug 2007 13:54:44 -0400 From: "Journey Bear" Subject: (harbinger) An Appeal - Please Read Hello I apologize for the off-topic nature of this message. As you readon you will see that this situation reuires thinking outside the box, and a best result may be achieved by contacting everyone I can, as one never knows who will be the one who can help. There are people on this list that I have no idea how else to contact, so I ask everyone's indulgence so that I can use this method to reach them. If you were in a similar situation, you might ask yourself what would Paula do? There, obligatory PC content satisfied ;-) Please read on. I am writing everyone in my address book in an attempt to right a grievous wrong and restore my faith in humankind. It's very likely that you haven't heard from me in a long time. Perhaps you have quite forgotten who I am. Perhaps you do remember me and don't want anything to do with me. That's all right, nobody has to like everybody. But if you can try to put yourself in my position and think how you would want people to react to a similar situation, you'll understand why I am doing this. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Some of you know, and many of you may not, that I have been writing songs and playing mandolin for a long time - ever since The Beatles for the former, and as to the latter, next year would mark my 40th anniversary. That is a long time to be devoted to anything, and as those of you who know me well can attest, playing the mandolin is one of the things that defines me. It's who I am, it's how I get through the tough times and celebrate the good times. I call the mandolin my reality interface, for with it I am able to establish and maintain a rapport with the rest of the world. It's what makes me special, it's what makes me stand out in a crowd, it's what I have to offer the world and how I am able to entertain and occasionally enlighten people. Tragically, this has been taken from me in a senseless, thoughtless act. On Sunday, August 26th, a date which shall live in infamy, while I was sorting through my storage space in New Haven, two thieves broke into my van. They stole my wallet, my CD player, my cell phone, and my mandolin. The security camera did catch this act in process, but the police say it isn't much help in identifying the perpetrators. They took a statement, wrote up a police report, gave me a case number - #38454, a matter of public record - and said they would do what they could. There wasn't much money in the wallet, the CD player and the CD in it (in case you're wondering, it was Fleming & John - The Way We Are, and I have a copy) are replaceable, the cell phone is absolutely useless to anyone outside of its service range of south Florida, but the loss of the mandolin is going to be hard to recover from. Along with it went a bit of my heart, for they destroyed some of my faith in the goodness of people. Also, in a way even more disturbing, is the loss of my song list, the pocket-sized piece of paper that contains my finished songs on one side and unfinished ones on the other. Even if I get the mandolin back - which the police and pawnbrokers assure me will happen if they ever try to trade it in - that record of songs in various states of incompletion, my life's work, is likely gone forever. Sadly, I never backed that up. Never saw a need to, until now, and it's too late. The reason I am writing you, indeed writing everyone I know, is that with your help I may be able to recover from this terrible event. What I propose is this: If you will find it in your hearts to send me some money, even $5, I will be able to replace the mandolin, perhaps with one not quite as nice, but something with which I can return to my career. This will also go a long way to restoring my faith in humanity. My spirit has really taken a beating, and what you will be giving me, in addition to money, is belief in the goodness of people, hope for better days and times, and a willingness to continue. I will open a seperate account specifically for this purpose. And I will also send each and every one of you who helps me out in this, truly my time of need, a copy of my first CD, for I realize that without your generosity and faith this would not have been possible. And for those of you in the business, please keep an eye out for this instrument. It's a Gibson F-12, yellpw sunburst finish, 1/4" tailpin jack, says "The Gibson" on the pegboard, no pickguard, half a dollar bill inside the body (yes, there's a story there), serial number 868 557. If you should happen to see this, please contact me or the police immediately. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and hope with all my spirit that you never have to face a similar situation. Steve Bornstein aka Steve Gibson P.O. Box 95 Key West FL 33041 PS: I apologize if you have received multiple messages. Some of you are on more than one list. _________________________________________________________________ See what youre getting intobefore you go there http://newlivehotmail.com/?ocid=TXT_TAGHM_migration_HM_viral_preview_0507 - ------------------------------ To unsubscribe, mail majordomo@smoe.org with: unsubscribe harbinger Btw, if you are an AOL subscriber the above instruction will work for your EVERY time. Digest, further unsub and problems FAQ at: http://www.netaxs.com/~jgreshes/lists/harbinger.html ------------------------------ End of harbinger-digest V12 #23 *******************************