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Post by amazed on Jun 8, 2006 13:52:40 GMT -5
Roberto.... If you have to ask that question, then I dont think you know much about what a coward is. To me, any stripe of cowardice is possible. I myself have made decisions that I did not really want to. Ive been told by people around me that I am brave to have done so. BS. Ive given answers out of fear...Now I wake up every day...Wondering why I didnt follow my heart. In the mistaken notion of what moving on or doing the right thing, I sacrificed what means the most to me . Im at the point where life has lost a lot of joy....So what is the difference? This is really sad and I'm so sorry that you are feeling this way. In what way did you not follow your heart? What did you move on from? What did you sacrifice? You can PM me if this is something that you don't want to discuss on the board or if it is something you don't want to discuss at all. Sincerely, amazed
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2006 22:26:41 GMT -5
I never consign anyone to hell, there is hope for all. Sometimes I worry about those who seem to be putting all their faith in a system, a methodology. But on the other hand, I have known some within the system who were so close to God that I have no doubt of their salvation. Dear dear Uncle Willie *Jamison, much beloved by my family just came to mind*. I have no doubt that he is sitting at the right hand of God this very minute.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2006 23:56:22 GMT -5
He radiated kindness, he truly did.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2006 0:23:14 GMT -5
I know Howard Mooney quite well, but no one will ever be like Uncle Willie. ? Ex overseer? What happened? I must have missed it. I met Uncle Willie when I was ten days old. I was a premature baby who stayed at the hospital in an incubator for the first nine days of my life. I was tiny and had a hole in my heart, I was not expected to survive. The hole closed up on its own in about eight days, I was sent home and my parents took me straight to special meeting. At lunch, Uncle Willie came over and he wanted to give me candy. He always had his pockets full of candy for the children. My mother told him off, in no uncertain terms, she felt I was too little and sick to have candy. She turned her back on the both of us and was socializing with her friends. When she turned back around I had chocolate on my face and dress and was saying *mmmmmmm* Uncle Willie had ignored her and was feeding me Hersheys kisses! My first friend ever. He told my mom *chocolate never hurt a kid*. He always loved Hersheys chocolate becauseqhen he was rescued from the concentration camp and near starvation, one of the first things he was given was a chocolate bar, he always said nothing had ever tasted as good as that chocolate when he had been on the verge of starving for so long. It would be hard not to love him.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2006 0:41:24 GMT -5
I had heard about Uncle Leo but not about Uncle Howard. Of course Leo was very local to me, he was originally from Bakersfield and at the time he passed away I was in the Bay Area of California. I lived in Oregon for two and a half years, Howard once stayed at our house for over a month. But, that was over twenty years ago, and I don't often get news from Oregon.
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