((((((Blondie))))))) I am sooooo sorry to hear this. I had no Idea.
Coffee
i have been battling an incurable illness and will be able to post less and less.
i will post my email, and any help you cna asend my way will be appreciated.
there is treatment but no cure and no cancer yet.
((((((Blondie))))))) I am sooooo sorry to hear this. I had no Idea.
Coffee
i remember being a kid and we didnt have the fancy fabric seats, they were plastic stackable chairs all set out in the usual lines.. an elderly bro, rather rotund, farted, the noise so loud and thundering against the plastic seat!
or the time when i must have been about 7, my dad brought his bible study family to their first ever meeting, i had to sit on mums knee.
i recall giving the daughter of the new family a very vigorous v sign during the meeting.
sorry... I have no idea how it posted 3 times!
Coffee
i remember being a kid and we didnt have the fancy fabric seats, they were plastic stackable chairs all set out in the usual lines.. an elderly bro, rather rotund, farted, the noise so loud and thundering against the plastic seat!
or the time when i must have been about 7, my dad brought his bible study family to their first ever meeting, i had to sit on mums knee.
i recall giving the daughter of the new family a very vigorous v sign during the meeting.
i joined the ministry school when I was 8. We had microphones that you put on over your head and they rested on your shoulders so that the mike would be in the right position just in front of your mouth. One time I was a householder and the sister giving her talk got flustered and had a really hard time getting her mike on righit... upside down...backwards every way possible but the right way. She took so long that a brother came to try to help her. She shooed him away and continued to get it wrong. I'm sitting there trying to keep a straight face... She finally got it on right and proceeded with her talk like nothing had happened. I was having a fit of the giggles but I tried my hardest not to let it show...
Another time I was a householder again and the sister giving the talk got half way through, started to cry and ran from the platform. I sat there like a deer caught in the headlights....no idea what to do because the talk wasn't over...I was worried that someone would expect me to finish it...
We also had a circuit servant who would burp loudly while giving his talks...and promptly ask "what color was that?" He'd pause and then say "Burple"!
Coffee
i remember being a kid and we didnt have the fancy fabric seats, they were plastic stackable chairs all set out in the usual lines.. an elderly bro, rather rotund, farted, the noise so loud and thundering against the plastic seat!
or the time when i must have been about 7, my dad brought his bible study family to their first ever meeting, i had to sit on mums knee.
i recall giving the daughter of the new family a very vigorous v sign during the meeting.
i joined the ministry school when I was 8. We had microphones that you put on over your head and they rested on your shoulders so that the mike would be in the right position just in front of your mouth. One time I was a householder and the sister giving her talk got flustered and had a really hard time getting her mike on righit... upside down...backwards every way possible but the right way. She took so long that a brother came to try to help her. She shooed him away and continued to get it wrong. I'm sitting there trying to keep a straight face... She finally got it on right and proceeded with her talk like nothing had happened. I was having a fit of the giggles but I tried my hardest not to let it show...
Another time I was a householder again and the sister giving the talk got half way through, started to cry and ran from the platform. I sat there like a deer caught in the headlights....no idea what to do because the talk wasn't over...I was worried that someone would expect me to finish it...
We also had a circuit servant who would burp loudly while giving his talks...and promptly ask "what color was that?" He'd pause and then say "Burple"!
Coffee
i remember being a kid and we didnt have the fancy fabric seats, they were plastic stackable chairs all set out in the usual lines.. an elderly bro, rather rotund, farted, the noise so loud and thundering against the plastic seat!
or the time when i must have been about 7, my dad brought his bible study family to their first ever meeting, i had to sit on mums knee.
i recall giving the daughter of the new family a very vigorous v sign during the meeting.
i joined the ministry school when I was 8. We had microphones that you put on over your head and they rested on your shoulders so that the mike would be in the right position just in front of your mouth. One time I was a householder and the sister giving her talk got flustered and had a really hard time getting her mike on righit... upside down...backwards every way possible but the right way. She took so long that a brother came to try to help her. She shooed him away and continued to get it wrong. I'm sitting there trying to keep a straight face... She finally got it on right and proceeded with her talk like nothing had happened. I was having a fit of the giggles but I tried my hardest not to let it show...
Another time I was a householder again and the sister giving the talk got half way through, started to cry and ran from the platform. I sat there like a deer caught in the headlights....no idea what to do because the talk wasn't over...I was worried that someone would expect me to finish it...
We also had a circuit servant who would burp loudly while giving his talks...and promptly ask "what color was that?" He'd pause and then say "Burple"!
Coffee
once when i was returning from work i decided to take a short cut home.
it was the halloween week and ppl had their houses decked out.
i turned into a dark road that has a house just every so often.
Outaservice,
No...but we started there....headed south towards Miami
Coffee
once when i was returning from work i decided to take a short cut home.
it was the halloween week and ppl had their houses decked out.
i turned into a dark road that has a house just every so often.
I was driving my daughter and a half dozen kids and a couple of adults in a van on a major highway through a major city to an audition. Traffic was heavy, but we were going about 40 mph. Suddenly directly in front of us cars slammed on the brakes...and there was a crash a few cars ahead. There didn't appear to be anywhere for us to go and there was no time to react. I literally felt the steering wheel pulled from my grasp and we were moved through safely...while cars were crashing around us. No...no other adult in the car took the wheel....
Coffee
hello all, yes i am still in, but man it's getting so hard to continue to give up my life , for something that's just not happening, my wife is pioneering, and i just cant contiue to do this.
cost of living,gas, we sold our home 4 yrs agao.
man that was a mistake.
It is sad... it's like they mustered up just enough courage to post...and then the fear and guilt took over and the borg swallowed them alive. We can only hope that they will find that courage once again. It's a long painful road for most of us. Makes me soooooo grateful that I'm out.
Coffee
i live in the tropics so we experience hot and rainy weather.
where i live the sun is very hot at this time that your skin feel as though it's on fire.
i have never experienced snow.
Seems I missed most of the posts...I thought this thread was about natural disasters...
Hibiscusfire.... Your explanation sounds very much like the old "Paradise" book I had to study as a kid. Started getting flashbacks! Wish I had my old copy at hand...but it's packed away in storage.
Coffee
i live in the tropics so we experience hot and rainy weather.
where i live the sun is very hot at this time that your skin feel as though it's on fire.
i have never experienced snow.
I lived through a major earthquake in California, several major hurricanes in Florida, and came really close to a tornado (also in Florida) . After those close calls, snow in New England doesn't sound so bad...
Coffee