Eldon, Part I

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Martyrs from Manitou don’t die.

They give of themselves completely.

A life chained to the field wasn’t him.

He was always meant for bigger things.

The fault of a father can’t deny him.

Shortcomings never make very impressive shadows.

Where the father fails, the mother shines.

Her love guides him.

The pain stays with him to this day.

You should know this, as we lower you into the ground,

No man can beat him to death

And you never could.

 

Our hero is and was destined for bigger moments.

War was around the corner.

Be good to each other,

Nathan

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Hello! My name is Nathan. I've always believed I would meet that special someone in one of two places; either a record store or a book store. Maybe I need to amend? I moved to Seattle in February of 2011 from Oklahoma City (Try and not hold the Sonics/Thunder thing against me). I knew I wanted to work for a nonprofit and go to grad school. Within a couple of months, I was doing both. During the day, I work as a Fund Developer and Community Relations Manager for a nonprofit in Kent and at night I try to stay as busy as possible volunteering, trying new restaurants, finding hidden bars and exploring Seattle. The past few years has been both terrifying and exhilarating. I have done things on my own I didn’t think were within my capability. I love being outdoors. On any given weekend, I can be found hiking, on a road trip, volunteering, at a museum, seeing a movie (I see a lot of them). I am passionate about nonprofit work. I feel called to leave a mark on this world. Nothing against those who enjoy making tons of money, I just need to know I am making a difference.
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