I posted this in the Sep7agon, and I figure I should as well. Because I'm going to visit Trappy come christmas time. And I'm going to give him a boot in the butt to come on and talk a little while. He might show up here. He might not. But if he does, all I ask, is that you talk to him. Don't bombard him with compliments or stuff like that. That kind of thing bounces right off of him. Just show him that you're there. This is why Trappy is my friend. This is why he'll always be my friend. And this is why we should do our best to let him know that he's not alone. [spoiler]'d just like to say something here, before I go. Because I don't think you people really know Sandtrap as well as I do. I have no doubts that you appreciate whatever he's done, or said for you people. But I think you should realize how much this means to him. How much you people mean. Trappy has probably said it before. He's emotionally fragile. Not just to his emotions, but to other's. But also, emotionally receptive. I've seen him do it before. He reads body language well, and can walk into a room full of people, and point them out. Who's stressed. Who's aggressive. Who's looking for a fight. Who you might be able to trust. I think he gets that because he's seen a lot of fights in his life. He's been around, hundreds of arguments and fights. And most of his life, for the younger years, he was not only alone, but all he ever received from people outside his family was hate, disliking, put downs, and resentment. As a result, he's anxious. He shuts down around people. In fact, not only is he anxious, he frightens easily. He is extremely timid. Despite his size, and his strength, he's scared half to death of people. I'm going to tell you a story. About me. As was discussed earlier, I'm gay. And I'm open about it. And up here, in these small farming communities, some people are less open minded. One day, one of those people were making their opinion known. They had me cornered, and they were beating the shit out of me.Trappy found me. And he jumped in. At this point in time, he was already my friend. And I knew how terrified he was. He doesn't even know how to fight. He jumped in, directed attention away from me, and got the shit kicked out of him. And he got up. He got back up every single time. And he goaded the guy on. Laughed at him. Pissed him off. And the guy stabbed him. Not fatally obviously. But right in the leg. And trappy got back up for me. By the time the police showed up, in response to the calls about a disturbance, the guy who was attacking me had multiple charges placed on him, and he got tossed far away into prison. The point to all this is, despite how afraid he is of people, how mistrusting he is, he fights that. He fights fear when he needs to the most. And he will never, ever let any of you down. He will try everything in his ability to help. And if he knew any of you personally, he'd be right there at your side, whenever you called. I ask that you don't let him down. Be here, when he shows up. Be there to say hello. Be there to just talk to him. Because I know that as afraid as he is, the worst thing about all this is that Sandtrap, just doesn't like himself very much. I don't know why. If I had to guess, it's because of all those years alone and all the crap he went through. He gives love, and care, without question. And yet he never wants anything back. And he's stubborn. He's so stubborn. I think the only way you could get to him would be to take an object, make it out of love, and bash it into his head. Thank you for reading this. I'll update you people when I can, I promise. But for now, I've got to head out.[/spoiler]