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Post by Inigo Montoya on Oct 30, 2011 18:43:35 GMT -5
Oh no! May she heal quickly and completely. Healing energy for your mom and calming energy for you... that's rough, Tony.  Hang in there! |
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Post by Ray T on Oct 30, 2011 18:46:43 GMT -5
hang in there tony
you are in my prayers
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Post by Emma on Oct 30, 2011 20:51:24 GMT -5
Sorry to hear about your Mom, Tony. I'm sure youll be able to figure out a plan. Good luck.
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Post by darkie on Oct 31, 2011 4:15:05 GMT -5
Good vibes across the ocean, Tony
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Post by Peony on Oct 31, 2011 4:46:57 GMT -5
Ya, good vibes from me too, must be really distressing for you both.
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Post by Be As You Are on Oct 31, 2011 10:13:05 GMT -5
So sorry to hear Tony, sending thoughts to your mom for a quick recovery and some peace for you..
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Post by Pony on Oct 31, 2011 10:14:35 GMT -5
Big THANKS people....I have an aide that comes in in mornings, and i'm quick n easy, but she's been extra helpful. I'm waiting on doctor call to explain to me about the break and surgery that must be done today. I'm doing great, went up to see her yesterday...damn, i love hot nurses!!! hehe My mom will be 75 next month, and we've talked about this day coming, and now we're facing it. Let's hope for the best....really, thank you guys/girls for expressing your concerns. It means a lot!!
I just noticed, I even hijacked my own fucking thread...Wow!!!
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Post by darkie on Oct 31, 2011 11:03:07 GMT -5
How about Tony, The Hijacker ?
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Post by Lord Chatterley on Oct 31, 2011 11:34:25 GMT -5
I am very sorry to hear that, Tony. LC |
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Post by Pony on Nov 3, 2011 17:03:56 GMT -5
You know, I've been totally blown away lately by the people that have reached out in very personal, sincere ways to offer help, or just letting me know they care about my situation lately. I'm so thankful to have so many people in real life AND online, of course, here that show they really are friends. It's amazing and has helped me with staying strong. I put up a great wall of confidence, but my cracks have been more exposed lately than most times in my life, except maybe those few years after i got hurt - those were 'unsure' times, too. BTW, i've been doing great physically, but just very trying times right now. Thanks to those peeps on here that have shown love....buscando la paz!!
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Post by Ray T on Nov 4, 2011 1:33:13 GMT -5
The amount of people that care for you says alot about you and How awsome you are. I hope things are looking better for you. You and your mom are still in my prayers.
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Post by lavly on Nov 4, 2011 2:59:44 GMT -5
sorry i didnt see this thread before or i would have said that im sorry to hear about your mum sooner...
how you guys going?
but yeah im thinking good vibes ... for you right now... hope the universe gives you what you need ... im super sure it will.
x
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Post by lookingfor on Dec 5, 2011 23:50:00 GMT -5
Broken Toys In a shadowy corner of the room, where the dulled light from around the curtains softly illuminates, sits a dusty trunk rarely opened by the girls who live here. No, this heavy wooden box is the home for so many toys that have seen better days. Days when they were accepted equally among all the regular toys. Most days meant playing, entertaining and making some girl feel special. Ah, but within each toy's personal story something tragic went wrong - maybe they fell from a high-shelf, maybe some other accident that broke, or shattered, something vital, causing them to be put away in this chest of broken dreams. Really, no one knows exactly what to do with them. They're not so bad as to throw them out, but really most girls can't imagine playing with them either. It's much easier to not see them. And so, the trunk it is! However, despite the gloom of this seldom used room...in the face of being locked away forever, comes a noise from the door. Is this a little girl coming back to explore the forbidden toys? Many dreams have been dashed before, so most of the broken toys have learned to never get too excited. Expectations can be a loser's game! Besides, it's just a doorknob that seems to be turning - nothing more! But as the door opens slightly, exposing the room to a stream of sunlight that quickly cuts through the thick air the, now peeking from the chest, toys are hopeful, yet remain still - not sure what to think! Maybe this girl will turn and run. Hey, it's happened before! Maybe she will start to play, then decide it's too different - not normal. Maybe her dad will get mad at her for even coming in here; then there's her girlfriends that would never play with damaged toys. She could be laughed at, or the focus of much gossip. No one will understand, really, not even her sometimes. But maybe, just maybe this girl is different, too! Maybe she feels closer to these broken toys than the shiny, perfectly functioning beautiful dolls. Maybe she wants to be needed, loved...profoundly found - more than the working toys could ever make her feel. Maybe...just maybe she wants to fix them. Maybe she finds the toy that makes her feel whole!
"Broken Toys: A Devotee's Perspective"As she opens the door to the dusty old attic, she has no idea what to expect. For so long she has been unable to climb the steps; forbidden from walking through that door. As she steps inside for the first time, she feels a weight being lifted off her shoulders, not because she has finally stepped in, but because she finally can. For once in her life, she has the choice. She can feel that there is something magical in this room. Even though she has all day, there is a sense of urgency, a fear of being caught. It’s not that there is anything wrong with being in this room, but most people would never dream of venturing up here. That is all it has been for her so far, just a dream. It is a room full of sadness, change, resurrection, fear, happiness, and even anger. For some strange reason, one that she is not quite comfortable with, this room makes her happy. There is something intriguing and even arousing about being in this room. She wanders through, glancing in the dusty boxes; so far nothing has captured her interest. Some of the objects are too broken, the potential is gone. There is no light in their eyes, no warmth to be found. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a box, a box that is different from all the rest. This is it, this is what she has been waiting so long for. As she opens the box, her heart skips a bear. As she gazed upon all of these broken toys, she saw the life and vitality within them. Most people would pass these toys over, thinking there was nothing left, no life left within. She knew better though. It was this “brokenness” that she loved about them. Often, she felt ashamed, guilty even… part of her still did. As she surveyed all of these beautiful, special toys, there was one in particular that caught her eyes. There he was, this beautiful being. There was something about him, something that made her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was the toy that she was meant to find. She understood that there was a reason that she had not been allowed in the attic before. Others may have found it difficult to love a toy like this, but here he was waiting here for her, ready to forever be a part of her life. She hoped that the other toys with missing and broken toys would find someone like her to call their own. |
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Post by Inigo Montoya on Dec 5, 2011 23:54:18 GMT -5
Like, like, like.  |
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Post by Be As You Are on Dec 6, 2011 0:13:47 GMT -5
Great job! Enjoyed it!
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Hang in there!
