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I'm not excusing what he did, but he was also a child when he molested the other children. I dislike how the Duggar parents handled this too. As for the dating account, sounds like he's as much a hypocrite as his parents.

I grew up with a mentally ill family member. Things have definitely improved since the 70's, not just treatment but societies attitude. Depression and other mental illnesses are no longer considered as contagious as the common cold. However we have a very long way to go. As others have said, anything we don't talk about can remain hidden or just misunderstood. Kudos on speaking out!

It doesn't leave much to the imagination does it?

I forgot one: I was sad because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.

Happy Birthday Bill

My favorites quotes, although I don't know the sources: If there be any good that I may do, let me do it now, for I may not pass this way again. (Or any of the versions of this) Do not walk behind me, I may not lead. Do not walk in front of me, I may not follow. Rather, walk beside me and be my friend. and last, but not least: Where are they? Which way did they go? How many of them were there? I must find them! I AM THEIR LEADER.

*hugs*

Happy Birthday

I am sorry for your loss. Your words paint a picture of a well loved pet, she had a good home and companion in you.

*hugs*

The marine mobile lift, like this http://www.kropfindustrial.com/conolift/marine-mobile-lifts/marine-mobile-lift-video, might be the largest RC toy. The ones used in the shipyards in California can lift 1.3 million pound yachts They move at an amazing 1 mph..

My sister's name. When it shows up on my caller id during working hours I have an anxiety attack. She never calls me at work unless someone is seriously ill, attempted suicide or is dead or dieing. Outside of business hours it's still scary, just not as bad.

we just switched cardiologists because the one wouldn't listen to us about hubby's one medicine causing gout/kidney issues. The new one said the med wasn't the cause, but agreed to switch meds. Hubby is doing much better on the new med & no gout/kidney issues. Don't ever hesitate to be your own health care advocate. Doctors are our advisors, not Gods.

**hugs** and monkeys

No it wasn't. It wasn't even the closet to the door.

It started with a dream. At first the dream was nice. I dreamt I bought an old farmhouse, a southern one sitting on blocks, to restore. I got some pets, at first tiny puppies, that became some kind of pet rodent that really peed - like rivers. Suddenly there were a few youths at the summer porch door asking to borrow any camping gear I had. I told them I didn't remember any, and suddenly the summer porch is filled with angry youths who find 2 sleeping bags I forgot (In real life we had them, but they have fallen apart from age/use). The youths are angry and start tearing apart my house. Literally ripping boards off the roof, stealing wiring, etc. I got a phone call from someone blaming me for the violence because I wouldn't give them the sleeping bags so her cousin could join them camping. I woke up throwing my cell phone across the room. The phone still works, but unfortunately my cell phone case is also my wallet. I found my driver's license and medical card. No idea where my bank card or student id went though. About an hour and a half before the end of my shift I was sent to another branch to get a car. We passed a nasty accident, that had just happened, involving a semi. that was sideways over the jersey barrier. I got off work 20 minutes late and stupidly decided to take the highway because it's faster. An hour and a half is enough time to clean up an accident right? Nope. Two lanes of the highway were closed, so 20 minutes to go 1 mile. The driver of the SUV behind me was usually giving me enough space. But every now and then he/she would get a phone call and would stop too close. I started stopping on the shoulder - kind of woke the driver up to the danger of cell calls in stop and go traffic when you're behind a motorcycle. I get out of the jam and nearly hit someone behind me who tried to pass me on the right (guess I wasn't going fast enough). So much later we're heading to my husband's plumbing cardiologist (their terms), I've got my bike because the doctor is half way to class and I had my final tonight (aced it). I sit down in the office, and set my helmet on the chair next to me (don't like it on the floor, don't want icky stuff on it to get in my hair), and the saddle bags beside me. I proceed to review for my exam, when the door opens and this very large middle age woman (close to three of me) huffs in, picks up my helmet, kicks my saddle bags and plops in the chair before dropping my helmet in my lap. The only thing that stopped me from defending myself was realizing we're in a cardiologist office, she's probably a patient, and her heart is probably too weak for her to walk any further. After the appointment I headed to campus to study. I'm working hard when one of my classmates comes in. She's the one that everyone dreads....The type that side rails the lectures on minor points. The one who asks all kinds of minor questions and keeps asking about it until the professor asks the student to ask that during office hours. She starts to ask me questions about the exam - so I lied and said I was taking my last chapter test for another course. Very glad the strange day is over.

High praise. I'm glad my words were able to paint a vivid picture. Thanks

Thanks for the review.

Even among destruction there can be hope. Thanks for the review.

Thanks for leaving the review. It felt more like poetry than a story when I wrote it.

Nature can recover from disasters, it's part of the way of life. Man just needs to learn to slow down the damage. Thanks for the review.

High praise indeed. Thanks for the review.

Thank you for the read and kind words.

I had surgery a week ago to correct some issues in my nose. Now everytime I sneeze, I sneeze out suture threads.