"Nobody's gonna break my stride... nobody's gonna slow me down, oh no, I've got to keep a-moving"
I don't remember the rest of the song or who does it... but that has helped get me through a lot of stuff.
maybe i am just reading more into things now than before, but i'm seeing the world differently now....these songs helped
"marching bands of manhatten" - death cab for cutie.
i wish we could open our eyes.
"Nobody's gonna break my stride... nobody's gonna slow me down, oh no, I've got to keep a-moving"
I don't remember the rest of the song or who does it... but that has helped get me through a lot of stuff.
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given your past life experiences and your current enlightenment would you ever get into that level of commitment again?.
cab
I was never, ever going to remarry after finding out that my spouse was really a cross-dresser and we split up (He hid it from me the first few years we were married) I was happy being single... until one day, in a chat room, a message popped up. "would you like to talk?" I had nothing better to do, so I did. We met face-to-face six months later and two years later got married. We will celebrate our five year anniversay in August. In the past year, I help him through a fourth hip replacement and he helped me through two bouts of cancer and my dad's passing. I can't imagine my life without him. My mom is right: "never say never".
i was half dozed last night while watching the 11pm news out of nyc.
newscaster did a story on a minister who was handing out nude photos of himself.
i jumped off the couch when he said the man was a jw.
I was half dozed last night while watching the 11PM news out of NYC. Newscaster did a story on a minister who was handing out nude photos of himself. I jumped off the couch when he said the man was a JW. Did anyone else catch this?
My husband and I had been having problems and asked the elders a few times to come by for help. They continually ignored us. That year my husband and I got a Christmas card from his brother. I had opened the mail, and stuck the card on the refrigerator door so he could see it. (his brother would always ask if we had seen his cards) By that time, the two of us were barely attending meeting. A few days after getting the card, an elder knocked at my door. When he stepped in, he noticed the card still up on the fridge and said that he wanted to talk to me in the livingroom. What did he have to say that couldn't be said in the kitchen? He stepped into the livingroom, looked around, then left. He was in the house for barely two minutes and hardly said anything to me. It suddenly dawned on me that he was looking for a Christmas tree! I was totally PO'd. That was finally the last straw for me. My husband wasn't home when this happened. When he came in, I told him what happened. He never went back to the hall, either.
never have i been more aware of the lengths that the watch tower society was willing to go to maintain their donations and their control of us witnesses than i was at the district assembly in bismarck nd in 1975. this is where i began to doubt my acceptance level of the doctrine called the doctrine called the "theocratic war strategy" (tws).
that is, the viewpoint that says it is all right to lie to jehovah's enemies.
(see aid and insight under lie).
I grew up as a JW in the late 50's and 60's.I remember so well hearing during the meetings slaps, kids crying, and sometimes adults chuckling when a child was disciplined. I remember kids being carried out (one was crying "daddy..no" all the way up the aisle) and hearing them getting spanked just outside the doors. The adults would look on with smirks, smiles, chuckles, nodding their heads in agreement. I remember seeing kids slammed down in their seats by parents. Thank heavens my mother wasn't like that. All she had to do was to give us "the look" and we would immediately settle down, but she understood how difficult it was for a 7-year old to sit through those long meetings. I learned early on to "zone out".
i do, i had to read ezekiel 9: (1-11)
and he proceeded to call out in my ears with a loud voice, saying: have those giving their attention to the city come near, each one with his weapon in his hand for bringing ruin!
there were six men coming from the direction of the upper gate that faces to the north, each one with his weapon for smashing in his hand; and there was one man in among them clothed with linen, with a secretarys inkhorn at his hips, and they proceeded to come in and stand beside the copper altar.
I was about 14 years old. I don't remember the talk itself, I don't remember who the householder was. I do remember throwing up in the bathroom beforehand.
we are picking up our little pup - a black and white cocker spaniel - on sunday.
we observed her with the other puppies for 2 hrs.
today and she came out on top.
I had a puppy for several weeks before naming her. It was the song "And They Call The Wind Mariah" that I heard on the radio which finally decided her name. Mariah is now 13 years old. And she ist still a puppy at heart. Dogs are just people in little furry suits.
i always was fascinated with cars and driving.
when i was a child going to school, often i sat in the front seat, just to look at the bus driver change gears, press on the clutch and just by looking at the way he did it helped me when i drove my first manual transmission car.. here is a picture of my first car.
an old 1974 volks wagen beetle.
When I was 18 I was in a car accident. My sister was driving; she had just gotten her license. She swerved to avoid a drunk driver and we skidded across the road and hit a telephone pole, totaling the car. I had my learner's permit at the time and was just too scared to even get in a car after the accident. I finally got my license when I was 32.
for me, it would be my daughter.
my only child.
a married woman---but always still my little girl.
Hi FlyingHighNow
I'm hanging in there... I go in on Thursday for some X-rays. I had some taken this past August and another spot was found right near the tumor bed, but the radiologists and my surgeon thought it could wait until January, so I'll be finding out what's going on. My dad was 82 years old when he passed. Others have told me he had a long life, but to me it still wasn't long enough and none of us were ready for it. But, then again, you can never be ready for something like that. The doctors told us that as difficult as it was to make that decision, turning off the vent was the best thing we could have done. Still doesn't make it easy to do.
for me, it would be my daughter.
my only child.
a married woman---but always still my little girl.
My dad passed away in May. It was the most devastating experience I've ever had. I was diagnosed with cancer in Feb. and was undergoing radiation treatments when I was called home to MA because Dad was in the hospital on a ventilator. I put my treatments on hold and when I got there, he seemed to be holding his own, but after several days he began to slip away slowly. We finally had the vent disconnected when we were told that he had a mass on his liver and that he was in total organ failure. We were with him right up to the end. An autopsy was done because the doctors really didn't know what had happened to him. They found cancer everywhere...couldn't even tell where it originated. None of us knew. It's extremely difficult to be fighting a disease and have someone close die from it.