One special story in suggesting how my existence was fought as hardly as it can be fought without crossing the boundary of physical annihilation is of that sever sickness I had as infant at the age of three weeks. It is the story person2 kept telling me about herself running while carrying me in the streets of Baghdad to get me to a hospital then there I had to get twenty seven needle injection in order to be saved. It was told to me and referring was made to it countless number of times. They say I had saliva coming out of the corner of my mouth because of how close to dying I came. However, the story never expanded beyond that sudden emergency trip to Baghdad. Despite all that repetition and referring, not even once, I heard anything about how my sickness developed or what was done to treat it at its earlier stages. One can see how this suggests that the decision to save me came that late because of how much there was inclination to take advantage of that sickness and let me die. And one can also see how this fits that the decision did not go beyond the bare minimum of existence and what extends beyond that was targeted later through that conspiracy and the environment surrounding me. Actually, person2 herself also used to often refer back to that situation suggesting it being a missed opportunity in that regard. I also have heard her more than once making a similar reference to how she could have put a poison in my food. And although she of course did all that with an attitude in which she was not showing complete seriousness, I have no problem taking it with the telling and repetition I heard of that story according to the theory I put in POST 985 in connection with the actions of that aunt of mine.
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