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This is for my dear friend who was a door gunner, and for all of his brothers who didn't make it back, much Love and Respect. š¤
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Regarding a post I just saw: yes, there are lowlifes who will take advantage of vulnerable newcomers in 12 Step fellowships. Myself, and brothers in my homegroup, will absolutely give a mf cause to regret his actions if we get wind of it. I will not drive somebody out of the meetings, but he'll damned sure have "hot stove" syndrome about 13 stepping after I get done with him. I despise 13 steppers. Recovery is far too precious, and early on, precarious, for me and my circle to allow predators to f it up for somebody. I have seen too many leave and not return. Zero tolerance!
Three years old yesterday. Still heathens. š¤š¤ Fen on the left, and Louie.
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Yeah, don't ignore these. You can die of dehydration in the winter, too.
Oh, HELLS no!
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About this time of year, out with these guys in central Idaho, years back... Good days. Ponyboy and I miss the shit out of you two... "Solid" Brett, and "Bone" Kev. GBNF
I am an older fella. Not ashamed to cry, at all. Some of my dearest brothers and sisters have referred to me as "The Sensitive Biker", and we all have a good laugh, because it's true. There is a time when I am crying, that being on the wrong side of me might be a bad thing: I have been known to cry while infuriated...and those who've known me a long time have seen it. And yes, I am pleasd to be able to feel that intensely. There was a time when I had no feelings at all, except rage, and I bottled that shit down deep. Over 33 years ago I made some changes in my life, found and healed that guy inside, and allowed myself to let it out in healthy fashion, whether in laughing or crying, or simply letting myself love life as it is. Have a great day!
Heart squeezed, and dusty in here...
The night before the burial of her husband 2nd Lt. James Cathey of the United States Marine Corps, killed in Iraq, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of him, and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. āI think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing itā she said. āI think thatās what he would have wantedā. -Not sure what is more honorable: Being married to this faithful wife to the end or the Marine standing next to the casket watching over them both. IN HONOR OF ALL OF OUR ARMED FORCES PLEASE SHARE THIS.
Before and during my Mother-in-law Muriel going thru her chemo. The wife shaved the sides of her head, but she's shy about social media. I loathe cancer.
I just saw someone post,Ā āNever comfort men. Their entire existence is comfort.ā Well, time to take a few minutes out of my day to call out complete rubbish. Letās go. No oneās existence is entirely comfort. No oneās. Not even the richest person on the planet has a totally comfortable and perfect life.Ā And just being a man does not mean men do not need comfort, or love, or peace. Because in case you rabid pinheads didnāt know, everybody has the ability to have insecurities or anxiety or depression or a rough life. What about trans men? Men of colour? Abused men? Men with mental illness? Men who grew up without parents and went from foster home to foster home? Men who were still wet behind the ears and had to support their entire family before they were adults? Stop with this despicable belief system that says men do not deserve love or care or respect or encouragement. Because you know what that makes you? Not just a misandrist, but a bloody bully as well. If a man said,Ā āNever comfort women. Their entire existence is comfortā, I bet all of you would leap on him like ravenous wolves and rip him to shreds.Ā And yet you say the same thing about an entire group of people without thinking youāll receive backlash for it, or even considering youāre wrong. Well, you are wrong. Terribly, bloody wrong. And you need to take a minute to take that icy rock out of your chest and thaw it out so itās a heart again. Men commit suicide. Men get abused. Men get bullied, by people like you. Men have insecurities. Men hate themselves. Men have low self-esteem. Men have depression, and anxiety, and mental illnesses.Ā They deserve as much love and comfort as anyone else. Always.Ā
And to any men or boys reading this: never believe youāre worthless. I know how bloody toxic the atmosphere on this hellhole of a website is sometimes. I know, trust me. But it isnāt true. None of it, not a soddinā word of it.Ā You are wonderful, you are precious, and you are just as important as any woman out there. Thatās the thing about equality - in its most basic, realest form, you all are worthy of love, no matter your gender or your race or your age. You are a light in this world, because every single soul is. Your heart beats and starlight runs through your veins and you are such a wonderful being. Truly.
I am so sorry that so many treat you the way they do. You do not deserve it. You donāt. Donāt ever think you do. You deserve the world and Heaven knows I would give it to you if I could. As it is, all I can do is offer my support and my words.Ā Donāt think you donāt deserve comfort, love, respect, or encouragement. You do. You deserve every scrap of it. And if no one else will give it to you, my inbox is always open and I will be there to listen if you need help. Because thatās what human beings do for other human beings, regardless of gender.
I love you, my friend. And I think you are a treasure. Donāt forget that. You have the ability to change the world, and live your life the way you always dreamed. I believe in you. Just remember to believe in yourself, and never give up, no matter what people tell you. Donāt give up. Youāve got this.
Keep your chin up. Itās gonna be alright, and your life will get better - just as you deserve it to.
The man who raised me. 23 years after his passing, 3-21-2000; certain songs remind me sharply of how much I miss his voice and presence...I know in my heart that gentle Warrior flys free, as, from time to time, Red-tailed Hawks pay closer attention to me than should be warranted. On his birthday, 06/17.
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Xmas 2022. These two characters turned 2 years old last month(February). The dress-up was for my 91 year-old Mom; the costumes were originally for Angel, her dear departed Mini Schnauzer. Mom loved it, unlike the grrls...š
I had to...such a shrill objection!!
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Clear enough, ain't it?
So mote it be.