((((((( Gill )))))))
So sorry to hear of your pain.
I hope you can find out where it is all happening so you can be there for him.
Sending you a big hug.
xoxoxo.
i haven't posted much recently on the site but wanted to tell you about something bad that has happened.. some of you will remember me posting about my husbands very elderly grandfather.
we wanted to take him in to live with us when he was diagnosed with mild dementia but my husbands parents insisted that he go into a care home and conned him into signing an epa.
there reason for not allowing this lovely old man to live out his days with us was that their responsibility was to consider his 'spiritual needs' and since we no longer went to meetings we could never look after him ...so they stuck him, against his will, into the home.
((((((( Gill )))))))
So sorry to hear of your pain.
I hope you can find out where it is all happening so you can be there for him.
Sending you a big hug.
xoxoxo.
the bible attaches importance to your name, do you like yours.
if not, what would you change it to?.
i always hated mine, outaservice smith.
know the feelin.
I've been puttin it off for ages.
Gonna do it next week, sick of carrying my ex surname around.
awww shucks.
Thanks guys.
Now all I need is for one of you to haul ass down here.
Free this weekend, no kids and nothin to do.
the bible attaches importance to your name, do you like yours.
if not, what would you change it to?.
i always hated mine, outaservice smith.
Hey Odrade.
I have no idea what the law is over there but here your married name is just an assumed name.
You can go back and change it any time you want
I'ts easy.
the bible attaches importance to your name, do you like yours.
if not, what would you change it to?.
i always hated mine, outaservice smith.
I love my given name. Leah.
At times as a kid I wanted to shorten it to Lee, but now I love it.
last week's wt study was on selfishness.
ostensibly, on living as a christian and being self sacrificing.
we know that you're going to college and we don't want you to.
Yep, i'm totally selfish. And am raising heathen kids.
I give my all to the ones who count the most, my two adorable kids.
Instead of giving to the borg, we have fun, shoppin, going out, holidaing.
Instead of going to meetings and witnessing, we spent quality time together. Not time where they have to behave like robots, and get in trouble for being normal kids.
I love being selfish.
It's sooooo fun.
when you were before a judicial commitee for whatever reason...did they try to get you to see the error of your ways and thus save you from destruction at the big a...or were they just happy to let you die.. .
i have a theory that goes like this...if you are sorry they think that you are not and df you...if you are not sorry they make an attempt to try and save you because its a kind of feather in their cap.. .
i was sorry...so sorry i thought i deserved to be df...and said that i expected to be..and they later told me i said i wanted to be df...which i didnt..(i was a mental and emotional wreck on the night of the jc although i tried to portray otherwise)....but even if i had, surely they had some responsibiity to try and 'readjust' me.. .
They pretended to care but in the end didn't.
Not much hope when your parents are no longer witnesses and you ex's family are all in good standing in the congregation.
They said I wasn't sorry, and df'ed me.
God I had a bloddy nervous breakdown, how much more evidence did they need.
They'd made the decision even before they saw mw the first time.
When they told me there decision, boy did I let them have it.
Bunch of self righteous pigs, they coulden't wait to get out of my place.
it is a mistake for former jehovah's witnesses to think that just because they are shunned by friends and family, they are no longer loved.
isn't shunning a horrible experience, one borne from twisted psychological reasoning?
mandated shunning from a powerful and misguided religious organization is a great sin against both the person shunned and those who are obliged, yes obliged, to shun them.
Those that shun us do not necessarily deserve our anger, but our sympathy.
I tend to agree.
They just believe what we used too.
Did we hate those that we shunned, no, we just did what we thought was right.
What I find heartless is when they say if we need help to just call, we call and they don't answer. That I can't forgive or understand.
this is a heads up to those friends who haven't experienced it yet, and an explanation to those friends and family who have.
most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys were stolen while he was passed out.
well, read on.
This is a heads up to those friends who haven't experienced it yet, and an explanation to those friends and family who have. Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys were stolen while he was passed out. Well, read on. While the kidney story was an urban legend, this one is not. It's happening every day.
My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. It was just that quick. I went to sleep in my body and woke up with someone else's thighs. The new ones had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Who would have done such a cruel thing to legs that had been
mine for years?
Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entiresummer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans and Sheer Energy pantyhose.
Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again. My butt was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear end (although badly attached at least three inches lower than my original) to the thighs they stuck me with earlier.
Now, my rear complemented my legs, lump for lump. Frantic, I prayed that long skirts would stay in fashion.
It was two years ago when I realised my arms had been switched. One morning I was fixing my hair and I watched horrified but fascinated as the flesh of my upper arms swung to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary. My body was being replaced one section at a time. How clever and fiendish.
Age? Age had nothing to do with it. Age is supposed to creep up, unnoticed, something like maturity. NO, I was being attached repeatedly and without warning. In despair, I gave up my T shirts.
What could they do to me next? My poor neck disappeared more quickly than the Thanksgiving turkey it now resembled.
That's why I decided to tell my story. I can't take on the medical profession by myself. Women of the world, wake up and smell the coffee.
That really isn't plastic that those surgeons are using. You KNOW where they are getting those replacement parts, don't you?
The next time you suspect someone has had a face "lifted", look again.
Was it lifted from you?
I think I finally found my thighs ... and I hope Cindy Crawford paid a really good price for them!
This is not a hoax. This is happening to women in every town every night.
WARN YOUR FRIENDS.
PS: I must say that last year I thought someone had stolen my
breasts.
I was lying in bed and they were gone! As I jumped out of bed I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as Islept.
Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.
i asked this question as part of another thread but i thought i would ask it in a new thread.
if there were some way to assure that your death would result in your family and friends learning the truth about the wts would you be willing to die to 'save' them?
Nope, my kids need me to live so I can tell them the real truth, and the rest of my family are adults, it's up to them to sort it out 4 themselves.
I know it seems harsh, but the only family I truly care about that's still in is my sister. She's been told enough, the rest is up to her.