Whatever the results were, I think trying to do something shows the highest level of humanity.
When we don't make an attempt to turn things for the better, something dies in us.
What is the most difficult thing you have ever done?
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Whatever the results were, I think trying to do something shows the highest level of humanity.
When we don't make an attempt to turn things for the better, something dies in us.
I am a kindred spirit to turtles, but really, Franklin is a fledgling genius, and will not shed those downy feathers for a while, and I hope he doesn't settle too quickly for a momma's imprint. He could do better.
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Truly powerful words.
That experience was the main reason I signed up to volunteer in a prostate cancer research lab in the summer after my first year of college-- I'm still there, now doing research, 3 years later. I cannot say enough about how much it's formed me, in a positive manner.
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That is a right (or left for ya) statement/wish. Because there really are a lot of people that feeds of their wits for such a long time so that they do not need any extra effort to compete until a point they realize they have missed an entire life chance to do greater things that they realize they should have done back then. I'm not sure frank is one of those people though, only a person can know herself/himself if she/he fits.
Two of my daughters lived with their mother when they were 9 and 5 (3 years ago)I got remarried and was still HEAVILY involved in their life.
Well my ex got mixed up in drugs (I didn't know) and while the 9 year old was at school DCFS and the police raided the home and removed her boyfriend in cuffs and searched the home while they made my 5 year old watch her younger sibling (not mine) while another showed them where all the drugs and firearms where.
Here is the hardest part for me. They removed the children from the home on a Monday afternoon and placed my 9 & 5 year old (along with the two other younger siblings who are not mine) in protective care. Against DCFS regs I was allowed to see them Tuesday night for about 15 minutes. During that 15 minutes my daughters literally begged and sobbed for me to take them home and I had to leave them there. We had to pry them off of us and walk out on them and drive away. I was able to go back and get them and take them home the next night.
But leaving my young kids there and listening them cry out "no daddy! Why!!??" Is the single hardest thing I have ever done. It's not even close. I'm not a cryer, at all, but I sobbed and sobbed. Have tears even typing this. I will never forget or forgive for that. It's been 3 years and if I am ever even by that part of town my now 8 year old goes into a full on panic.
Well my ex got mixed up in drugs (I didn't know) and while the 9 year old was at school DCFS and the police raided the home and removed her boyfriend in cuffs and searched the home while they made my 5 year old watch her younger sibling (not mine) while another showed them where all the drugs and firearms where.
Here is the hardest part for me. They removed the children from the home on a Monday afternoon and placed my 9 & 5 year old (along with the two other younger siblings who are not mine) in protective care. Against DCFS regs I was allowed to see them Tuesday night for about 15 minutes. During that 15 minutes my daughters literally begged and sobbed for me to take them home and I had to leave them there. We had to pry them off of us and walk out on them and drive away. I was able to go back and get them and take them home the next night.
But leaving my young kids there and listening them cry out "no daddy! Why!!??" Is the single hardest thing I have ever done. It's not even close. I'm not a cryer, at all, but I sobbed and sobbed. Have tears even typing this. I will never forget or forgive for that. It's been 3 years and if I am ever even by that part of town my now 8 year old goes into a full on panic.
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This is the kind of thread I love about the Jazzfanz Community, and the reason I still stick around to exchange thoughts.
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>>>> Biggest Freddie Mercury / Queen fan here <<<
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I even make the impressions and body language when I sing Queen.
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Heh.
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Heart-wrenching to read. No doubt in my mind how good of a father you are.
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Damn, I got a little misty myself reading that.
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Happened recently. Wife is preggers, in first trimester. She called me and told me that she was experiencing some bleeding. So naturally we're freaking out. It's our first pregnancy and neither of us know much. It's stopped bleeding, but we still don't know if our baby is ok or not. We'll find out today. I bawled when she called me though.
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This happened to my wife, but at 26 weeks with our last kid. Everything turned out OK, but it was scary. I feel your pain bro. Good luck.
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Heard the heartbeat this afternoon. All is good. Thanks for the kind words all.
I have shared a couple of stories that my dad gave me on here before. Here is another one, it has some religious overtones so if you are offended then please feel free to skip it. 
My Daddy is the Pilot
Years ago, I was enthralled as I listened to a pastor who for several years had faithfully served the church. His executive responsibilities had taken him all over this country. As he concluded his message, he told of one of the most frightening yet thought-provoking experiences of his life.
He had been on a long flight from one place to another. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on fasten your seat belts. Then, after a while, a calm voice said, “We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened.”
As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, “We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us.”
And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightning lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.
The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, “As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
Then, I suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant nothing to her! She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat; she was reading a book and everything within her small world was calm and orderly.
Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm, when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid. The minister could hardly believe his eyes.
It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, our pastor lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time. Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.
The child replied, “Cause my Daddy’s the pilot, and he’s taking me home.”
There are many kinds of storms that buffet us. Physical, mental, financial, domestic, and many other storms can easily and quickly darken our skies and throw our plane spinning out of control. We have all known such times, and let us be honest and confess, it is much easier to be at rest when our feet are on the ground than when we are being tossed about a darkened sky.
Just remember: Our Father is the Pilot. He is in control and taking us home!
My Daddy is the Pilot
Years ago, I was enthralled as I listened to a pastor who for several years had faithfully served the church. His executive responsibilities had taken him all over this country. As he concluded his message, he told of one of the most frightening yet thought-provoking experiences of his life.
He had been on a long flight from one place to another. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on fasten your seat belts. Then, after a while, a calm voice said, “We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened.”
As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, “We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us.”
And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightning lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.
The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, “As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
Then, I suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant nothing to her! She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat; she was reading a book and everything within her small world was calm and orderly.
Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm, when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid. The minister could hardly believe his eyes.
It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, our pastor lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time. Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.
The child replied, “Cause my Daddy’s the pilot, and he’s taking me home.”
There are many kinds of storms that buffet us. Physical, mental, financial, domestic, and many other storms can easily and quickly darken our skies and throw our plane spinning out of control. We have all known such times, and let us be honest and confess, it is much easier to be at rest when our feet are on the ground than when we are being tossed about a darkened sky.
Just remember: Our Father is the Pilot. He is in control and taking us home!
That's great man! I'm happy to hear it.