i'd have to say mine was when i was at the wee age of 8.. my siblings and i were out swimming with some friends and their parents.
what i remember mostly was that i got seperated very quickly from the rest of the group and drifted into the deeper end.
i found it getting more and more difficult to swim with each passing second.
There are a lot of horrible experiences here.
DJK - How devastating, I am so glad they came out of it, poor darlings.
Missanna - Sweetie, from what I've seen you are pretty strong yourself. The truth is we never really know what we can handle until we have to handle it. I truly believe "What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger." I think most of us here are shining examples of that.
i had my tms tonight.
for those who don't know me, i no longer believe, but have only just begun my slow fade.. the meeting was unbearable.
first there was the brother who happily pointed out that i'd missed two meetings recently and that he was keeping track.
ROFLMAO
Bizzy - that was some good stuff.
two excerpts from "the phoenix papers": .
the moon is weeping, .
while most dear children are sleeping.
Very nice.
i am really excited about this...i feel like it was "meant to be".. i called my cell phone company to see about getting my grandparents on the same net work, but had to make sure they would get reception in both places they live.
(they go back and forth from nevada to ohio) i also checked into getting them the same type of phone i have so i could show them how to work the darn thing.. the woman i spoke to was very nice and she said she wanted to commend me for showing such love to my grandparents and how there weren't a-lot of people who would do that.
i told her that they were wonderfull grandparents and are really like my parents because they have taken over the parent role to me since my own are in a cult and have disowned my family.. we talked a little about that and i said i wasn't angry with my parents, just sad because they are being tricked into thinking they are doing the right thing...and she asked "if you don't mind saying, what religion are they in?
Excellent job ! I'm very, very proud of you.
on my return today with some lunch delicacies and a grand bottle of gewurztraminer to wash it smoothly, i recalled some events from 35 years back that clearly reflect the apocalyptic mindset of the jdubs in the pre-armageddon years.. the brother of the fellow who brought me this glorious good news that jehovah's witlesses were the 'truth' once took me to his bedroom to show me a small area on his wall that had been repaired by his father recently.
before they replaced the drywall and painted, marvin elected it prudent to prepare a gift kit for that wall that included a copy of the new world translation and a copy of the truth book.
his plan was that in the sudden destruction that was to come in the form of the great tribulation, he might have all his literature confiscated, and he could simply kick the panel out of the wall and be duly served with 'spiritual food from jehovah'.. i must have been correctly impressed with the need to 'heed the day and times and seasons', for a few months later, having left my family home due to 'worldly influence' of my non-witless family and inactive mother, i was speaking with the elderly sister who had offered me sanctuary so that i might 'declare the truth' as a pioneer.
I never actually did it, but I did think about doing it. I move too much.
as some of you know but others don't i have been suffering from nerve pain in my feet for the last 4 years.
the pain has put me in a wheelchair and the medications have been less than promising.
it helped destroy my second marriage and put me on disability.
Sorry - I meant "thing", "poor thing" not "thong".
as some of you know but others don't i have been suffering from nerve pain in my feet for the last 4 years.
the pain has put me in a wheelchair and the medications have been less than promising.
it helped destroy my second marriage and put me on disability.
Oh you poor thong. I feel so bad for you, fingers crossed.
i'd have to say mine was when i was at the wee age of 8.. my siblings and i were out swimming with some friends and their parents.
what i remember mostly was that i got seperated very quickly from the rest of the group and drifted into the deeper end.
i found it getting more and more difficult to swim with each passing second.
Watching my dad beat my mom. He eventually stabbed her with a butcher knife when I was 10 and she was pregnant.
Being beat and kicked by my dad.
Being almost run over (with a friend) when I was 15 by my dad as we sat on the front steps.
Giving birth to my third child, he wasn't breathing and the doctor said "This would be a good time to pray."
Finding out my child was born with a chromosome defect and was expected to die at any time.
My brother died when the brakes failed on a company truck and it went off the side of a mountain in Utah. I got the call at work and had to go home and tell my kids and my mom who had just driven to Ohio the day before from Utah.
My brother's son was 12 and I had to take him in to see his dead father.
When my disabled child was 22 I got a call that he had been rushed to the hospital and was going to die, I was working in Salt Lake City and managed to get on a plane within about 25 minutes. He died in my arms.
About a month later I got a call from my daughter saying "Mom, I need to go to rehab, I'm addicted to heroin and I've been smoking crack." I was working in California and she was in Ohio.
A couple of weeks later she called to tell me her best friend had hung herself.
A month later, hearing the judge tell my 24 year old son that he was sentenced to 5 years in prison for a fight at a party. He had thrown 1 punch only, verified by a doctor, that caused severe damage to the other guy's eye socket.
These last 4 things happened within a couple of months time less than 2 years ago.
But I always had the truth. Right.
nvrgnbk.
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hey nvrgnbk you really need to get a life man - this is six months only!!
Hey nvr, I'm a middle aged woman and I just left my husband.
Excellent work Mary, as usual.
I was # 7, lowest of the low, single parent of 3, one being a devlopmentally disabled child. However, I was best friends with the First Lady, so I was a force to be reckoned with. lol
