Anonymous 10
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Whatever my day will come.
Meaningless Fluff
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Whatever my day will come.
brownmonster
Man of Great Wisdom
I like Fat Squirrel better.
brownmonster
Man of Great Wisdom
I must admit I drank the whole keg. 1.32 gallons. Is that wrong?
Anonymous 10
Guest
I see nothing wrong with it you sound like a great American who has great taste in beer. A real connoisseur
ajblakejr
Age quod agis
Not a meaningless post, I just needed to release this somewhere...
I don't read the obits on a regular basis, but when I do, I find someone I knew.
I don't know why I read the obits today, but I knew two people.
I am just stumped by the damn feelings dancing in my mind...how many lives have touched mine and go unrecognized by me.
My band instructor from Jr High and a doctor I really liked.
My band instructor taught me to play tenor sax.
I never thought of him, that is until today, because I was a selfish, self-serving brat that thought she was special because she could play sax and violin.
He never knew that the foundation he cemented ultimately resulted in me gathering instruments for the schools in New Orleans after Katrina.
The doctor fixed my shoulder.
He wore cowboy boots.
It was a WC case and the first doc really messed me up. I begged /asked the WC Case provider to send me to the best doc in the city. I was sent to Cowboy Boot doc.
I think of him every time I do my shoulder / arm workout.
I think, "Wow, I bet Dr. ######, would love knowing I could curl 25lbs and do full push ups.
I have sent other patients to him. He would be considered a company doctor.
I would preface my recommendation with a warning...if you are faking seek treatment somewhere else.
Lives touch us everyday. Some make big indents in our Armour and some just nick the surface.
The doctor knew he made a difference in my life.
The band director did not know he made a difference.
Why was I provided this gift enlightenment today while reading the obits?
Both men, now with God, touched me.
Yesterday, I would have said the doc made the bigger difference in my life. He made a big indent in my Armour.
Today, I know it was the band instructor. He nicked the surface...
I listen to the proof on the streets of New Orleans. I know I made a ripple by collecting instruments from the attic and basements of people I knew...and giving up my own sax and violin.
And the bigger question is, Why was I drawn to read the OBITS today?
I don't read the obits on a regular basis, but when I do, I find someone I knew.
I don't know why I read the obits today, but I knew two people.
I am just stumped by the damn feelings dancing in my mind...how many lives have touched mine and go unrecognized by me.
My band instructor from Jr High and a doctor I really liked.
My band instructor taught me to play tenor sax.
I never thought of him, that is until today, because I was a selfish, self-serving brat that thought she was special because she could play sax and violin.
He never knew that the foundation he cemented ultimately resulted in me gathering instruments for the schools in New Orleans after Katrina.
The doctor fixed my shoulder.
He wore cowboy boots.
It was a WC case and the first doc really messed me up. I begged /asked the WC Case provider to send me to the best doc in the city. I was sent to Cowboy Boot doc.
I think of him every time I do my shoulder / arm workout.
I think, "Wow, I bet Dr. ######, would love knowing I could curl 25lbs and do full push ups.
I have sent other patients to him. He would be considered a company doctor.
I would preface my recommendation with a warning...if you are faking seek treatment somewhere else.
Lives touch us everyday. Some make big indents in our Armour and some just nick the surface.
The doctor knew he made a difference in my life.
The band director did not know he made a difference.
Why was I provided this gift enlightenment today while reading the obits?
Both men, now with God, touched me.
Yesterday, I would have said the doc made the bigger difference in my life. He made a big indent in my Armour.
Today, I know it was the band instructor. He nicked the surface...
I listen to the proof on the streets of New Orleans. I know I made a ripple by collecting instruments from the attic and basements of people I knew...and giving up my own sax and violin.
And the bigger question is, Why was I drawn to read the OBITS today?
moreluck
golden ticket member
You already know why you were sent to today's obits. !! There is a lot that is unexplained....gives us goosebumps all the time.
These 2 people intersected in your road of life in a good way. Maybe they have thought of you several times in their lives. We are all touched by those we meet. Some good and some bad.
Your experience is what the Twilight Zones and the eerie movies are made from.
How could anyone on the B.C. ever forget your 'bouncy' personality. Face it, you have touched many lives yourself.
These 2 people intersected in your road of life in a good way. Maybe they have thought of you several times in their lives. We are all touched by those we meet. Some good and some bad.
Your experience is what the Twilight Zones and the eerie movies are made from.
How could anyone on the B.C. ever forget your 'bouncy' personality. Face it, you have touched many lives yourself.
curiousbrain
Well-Known Member
I don't think there is any real answer to that question; I would offer up the following opinions, however - which reflect my own outlook on life. What I see is all I have to offer, as they say.
Events such as the one(s) you describe are what define us as people; some would view what you describe as divine providence, while more skeptical folks would make a case for coincidence - I think both miss the point: which is what we take away from experiences, events, etc regardless of why it is that they happen. Which is to say that both of the individuals you describe had a profound impact on your life, and you are a better person for it. From the sounds of it, too, you will grow more as a person as a result of this - "how many lives have touched mine and go unrecognized by me." - it sounds as if you will be ever more aware of this now and, as moreluck pointed out, how many lives you touch as a person.
On some level, I personally stop seeking meaning beyond that point because there is no explanation beyond that point; however, it is enough for me that people like this exist at all. In what occasionally seems like a supremely cynical world, what never really ceases to amaze me is the selflessness and real altruism of various people - and how the actions of certain people defy description, they are enough to force a reexamination of ones own character. It is a tragedy that two such people are no longer with us.
Most people with any amount of years/experience under their belt experience losses like this, and words rarely do more than offer a passing consolation. To that end, let me end by saying: I'm sorry, and I'm sure everyone who knows you the least little bit is searching for the right words to express what lies in their heart.
ajblakejr
Age quod agis
Thank you
curiousbrain
Well-Known Member
My dog is pretty large, 100+ pounds and stands very tall. I've seen him chase deer out of the yard, and other large animals.
There was a mouse in the house last night, though; I could not console him ... he heard a tinker, titter, or a ruffle and kept giving me this look like "This is the end, isn't it?"
To use DS's phrase ... that's kind of fluffy.
There was a mouse in the house last night, though; I could not console him ... he heard a tinker, titter, or a ruffle and kept giving me this look like "This is the end, isn't it?"
To use DS's phrase ... that's kind of fluffy.
moreluck
golden ticket member
ajblakejr
Age quod agis
When you need fluff, ya gotta get some fluff...
It may not mean anything...but fluff is fluff when you getcha some
ajblakejr
Age quod agis
I wanna have my face done like that girl.
We need a slumber party.
