Gang Stalking – Is courage made, grown or found?

Oh , it’s definitely found. Before all the gang stalking began,  I used to admire people about whom I read committing brave acts.  The most courageous one I’ve seen is of the Chinese man staring down a tank.  The Chinese government ordered all the protesters to stop.  Most of them did, but one man stood up against a tank when it came toward him.  He just stood there, daring them to run him over.  Well, they came close, but stopped when they were about 2 feet from him.  This to me took courage.  I don’t think the man knew he had the courage until he was tested.  He found the courage when tested.

So it is with me.  I never knew I had the courage to stare down a tanker.  But now I know that when faced with a gang stalking challenge, I’ve found my courage.  I’m even willing to go to jail to stop the gang stalking and all the harassment.  Believe me, jail is the last place I want to be, but if it will get me attention, I’m willing to  spend time in jail to get gang stalking noticed.  You people out there who are not gang stalked, nor are gang stalkers, can’t even begin to imagine the hell we targeted individuals have to go through every single day, 24/7, courtesy of the U.S. government.  I know a lot of you don’t believe me, but it’s true.  There are  half  million of us out here,  or  more.  I wish some of you would  open your mind to the possibility that it could be happening.  Then maybe we T.I.s can live normal lives again.

So the answer to the question above, courage is definitely found (and this is from personal experience).

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