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12-22-2004, 07:15 PM
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Christmas Season... Amidst all the cheer and joy. The music, the parties, the social gatherings. The shopping, the planning, the cooking. In marking another year passed. Another year of growth, recovery, sadness or happiness. I miss them. The ones I can't be with. The ones that touched me, Be it ever so briefly, or most of my life. The ones that came for a time and left. Or the ones that never really found the harbor. I miss them. And I want them to know, How more complete my life has become, Because of the piece of them, they left with me. A silent prayer goes up. In between the evergreens. There is some sadness for me this christmas. Oh but tempered it is, With the knowlege that hope springs, In spite of all, and in spite of me. Peace on Earth, and in our hearts. |
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12-22-2004, 07:37 PM
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That is so touching and beautiful, Dan. Quote:
Hugs of Hope Ann
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12-23-2004, 01:41 AM
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12-23-2004, 04:40 PM
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Dan, I love you & miss you a bunch. Thanks for helping me sooooooooo much. You will forever be my Spiritual Brother In Recovery. My thoughts & prayers are with you always. Your Sister In Recovery :xmasq
__________________  Hope is the companion of power, and mother of success; for who so hopes strongly has within him the gift of miracles." Samuel Smiles  |
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12-23-2004, 06:03 PM
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Dan, As always your words and thoughts are perfect! I miss them too. Thank you Dan for all you do for all of us. Love, Anna
__________________ Anna  "I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. Maya Angelou |
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12-23-2004, 08:44 PM
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Very nice! We miss them all.... And we pray for them all.... Til they come home! Hugs!
__________________ True wisdom is to live in the present, plan for the future, and profit from the past. Anonymous  |
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12-24-2004, 07:56 AM
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Let's all count our blessings this christmas eve. It used to be me out there. It could be me again. All still out have the potential to come in. In remembering, I show my gratitude for what has been given to me.  We died of pneumonia in furnished rooms where they found us three days later when somebody complained about the smell. We died against bridge abutments and nobody knew if it was suicide and we probably didn't know either except in the sense that it was always suicide. We died in hospitals, our stomachs huge, distended and there was nothing they could do. We died in cells, never knowing whether we were guilty or not. We went to priests, they gave us pledges, they told us to pray, they told us to go and sin no more, but go. We tried and we died. We died of overdoses, we died in bed (but usually not the Big Bed) We died in straitjackets, in the DT's seeing God knows what, creeping skittering slithering shuffling things. And you know what the worst thing was? The worst thing was that nobody ever believed how hard we tried. We went to doctors and they gave us stuff to take that would make us sick when we drank on the principle of so crazy, it just might work, I guess, or maybe they just shook their heads and sent us to places like Dropkick Murphy's. And when we got out we were hooked on paraldehyde or maybe we lied to the doctors and they told us not to drink so much, just drink like me. And we tried, and we died. We drowned in our own vomit or choked on it, our broken jaws wired shut. We died playing Russian roulette and people thought we'd lost, but we knew better. We died under the hoofs of horses, under the wheels of vehicles, under the knives and boot heels of our brother drunks. We died in shame. And you know what was even worse, was that we couldn't believe it ourselves, that we had tried. We figured we just thought we tried and we died believing that we hadn't tried, believing that we didn't know what it meant to try. When we were desperate enough or hopeful or deluded or embattled enough to go for help we went to people with letters after their names and prayed that they might have read the right books that had the right words in them, never suspecting the terrifying truth, that the right words, as simple as they were, had not been written yet. We died falling off girders on high buildings, because of course ironworkers drink, of course they do. We died with a shotgun in our mouth, or jumping off a bridge, and everybody knew it was suicide. We died under the Southeast Expressway, with our hands tied behind us and a bullet in the back of our head, because this time the people that we disappointed were the wrong people. We died in convulsions, or of "insult to the brain", we died incontinent, and in disgrace, abandoned . If we were women, we died degraded, because women have so much more to live up to. We tried and we died and nobody cried. And the very worst thing was that for every one of us that died, there were another hundred of us, or another thousand, who wished that we could die, who went to sleep praying we would not have to wake up because what we were enduring was intolerable and we knew in our hearts it wasn't ever gonna change. One day in a hospital room in New York City, one of us had what the books call a transforming spiritual experience, and he said to himself "I've got it ." (no, you haven't you've only got part of it) " and I have to share it." (now you've ALMOST got it) and he kept trying to give it away, but we couldn't hear it. We tried and we died. We died of one last cigarette, the comfort of its glowing in the dark. We passed out and the bed caught fire. They said we suffocated before our body burned, they said we never felt a thing , that was the best way maybe that we died, except sometimes we took our family with us. And the man in New York was so sure he had it, he tried to love us into sobriety, but that didn't work either, love confuses drunks and he tried and we still died. One after another we got his hopes up and we broke his heart, Because that's what we do. And the worst thing was that every time we thought we knew what the worst thing was something happened that was worse. Until a day came in a hotel lobby and it wasn't in Rome, or Jerusalem, Or Mecca or even Dublin, or South Boston, it was in Akron, Ohio, for Christ's sake. A day came when the man said I have to find a drunk because I need him As much as he needs me (NOW you've got it). And the transmission line, after all those years, was open, the transmission line was open. And now we don't go to priests, and we don't go to doctors and people with letters after their names. We come to people who have been there, we come to each other. We come to try and we don't have to die......... ~Jack McCarthey Gratitude. Gratitude. Gratitude. |
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12-24-2004, 08:32 AM
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That post made me cry Dan, so sad and yet I know so true. Prayers of gratitude for those who have made it back, and prayers of compassion for those who still suffer. And prayers of hope and light for those who are trying to find their way. Hugs Ann
__________________ Somewhere between the gator swamp and the Taj Mahal there is a path, it may be hidden, overgrown or may blend in with the other surroundings, but it is there, it's your path and it is calling you.~Frankly~ |
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12-24-2004, 11:09 AM
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That was awesome. So much gratitude and so much sadness at the same time. Prayers for those finding their way and for those of holding trying to hold on to ours. And I miss them too.
__________________  I know more about how to live than I did yesterday, but not as much as I'll know tomorrow. Today, Ill learn something new~JFT, 1/27/06 The difference between a good day and a bad day, is about 2 days~Ann of SR |
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12-24-2004, 12:49 PM
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Dan, Much to think about and much to be thankful for! Thank you for sharing this. Prayers for everyone for the holidays and a new start for the New Year! Hugs, Marteen
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12-24-2004, 12:53 PM
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Very awesome thread Dan! Thank you.
__________________  "Jack and Diane" painted a picture of my life and my dreams, Suddenly this crazy world made more sense to me Well I heard it today and I couldn't help but sing along Cause everytime I hear that song...  |
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12-24-2004, 06:13 PM
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:::::::: sniffle :::::: Thankyou Dan :::: blow ::::
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12-27-2004, 12:49 PM
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So often I think of those that I met in rehab and didn't keep in touch with anyone. I see their faces and remember the talks we had in the "smoke room". I wonder sometimes how they are doing and if they made it. I guess this is something that I will always remember and wonder about. It is my wish that each and every one of them is somewhere right now living a good, clean and happy life! Dan...That was powerful!! Thank you! |
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12-31-2004, 05:10 PM
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| Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll take a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne We twa hae run aboot the braes And pou'd the gowans fine; we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin' auld lang syne We two hae paidled i' the burn, Frae mornin' sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin' auld lang syne And here's a hand, my trusty friend, And gie's a hand o' thine; We'll take a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll take a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne (...) |
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