Wow, so many replies, so many flags and stars... I just today checked back to see if anyone had even bothered to reply. As you can guess, I was
shocked, amazed, and touched all at the same time. I'm not even going to try and respond to all the well-wishers except to say here, thank you all,
from the bottom of my heart. There are a few who deserve a personal response, however:
reply to post by sad_eyed_lady
That was the most touching story I have ever heard. Mike sounds like a wonderful person, and I am so sorry he was taken from you so soon. But you
know, he's really not gone; he still lives in those children who took it upon themselves to honor him in the way he would most appreciate.
reply to post by wylekat
I am truly sorry to hear about your situation, my friend. But rest assured, it cannot be as bad as you think it is. Were it possible to do so across
the distances that this Internet appears to wipe away, you would be a welcome guest in my home. No trickery needed for an invitation. I am sure you
have heard that before and have been disappointed, but one thing this old redneck does not do is make idle promises. I say what I mean and I mean what
Life works funny sometimes for some people. This year we are meager and struggling. Last year, we were on top of the world. Next year, who knows. I
know I still have something to offer to the world, irregardless of whether the world knows it or not. So do you. And while it is not logical, the
world tends to look at the cover of the book rather than taking time to read the pages.
Your misery will end. Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps next year, but it will end. When that day comes, a stronger, more capable person will emerge. It has
been said "that which does not kill us makes us stronger", and it was said in all truth.
I will be saying a prayer for you, whether you want it or not. Feel free to consider it a simple wish for good fortune. It is a good thing in either
I will also wish you a Merry Christmas. If you choose to, you can think of it as a friend's wish that the day of December 25 is a good one for you.
That is also a good thing.
But more importantly, I will be praying that your misery is turned to joy, and that you can again wake up in the morning and smile at the world as I
do, thankful to be able to experience another day.
reply to post by spellbound
Hate to disappoint you, but I really am a redneck. Not all rednecks are intolerant, and not all blacks like watermelon.
The rest of your post, now, that really touched me.
I wrote that post in a moment of weakness. Yes, it's cold. Yes, I'm about broke. Yes, I'm unemployed.
But Sunday night, I went to church. I'm pretty much non-denominational, but my kids seem to like the Church of God, so we've been attending there.
There was no sermon that night; it was the Christmas presentation. I watched the little kids singing Christmas carols, and listened to one of the most
beautiful choirs I know of singing songs of faith. Then I watched a drama presentation by the drama team my kids are both involved in.
The first thing I noticed was my son. He's no longer a boy. He's becoming a man, and a strong, proud, capable one as well. He had a major role with
his girlfriend, and his spirit overpowered the stage.
The next presentation was more of a dance routine. My daughter's solo part came up, and suddenly there were whoops and applause from every corner of
that church. She literally stole the show. But then it was my son's turn to perform his solo, and to my amazement and delight, he received the same
That night I received the greatest present my children could have given me. But they weren't through yet. Depression was knocking at my door again,
and I was pretty low, despite the show. But once home, both kids spent hours pointing out to me just how much hope there was for us. My daughter, the
psychiatrist-in-training, took charge of my dreams and hopes and put them in a perspective that gave me hope once again.
I do not know what I have done to deserve them. I just know that I hope to never disappoint them.
They never disappoint me.
to everyone who reads this.