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Yes, it can be. I have had a similar situation, for which, I have talked to Will about before.
After my experience, I wrote an article for a survivors newletter. And I have considered several times doing speaking engagements at high schools (and may still do it someday). There still could be yet another purpose for my experience witnessing a suicide attempt. |
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Yes, it can be. I have had a similar situation, for which, I have talked to Will about before. After my experience, I wrote an article for a survivors newletter. And I have considered several times doing speaking engagements at high schools (and may still do it someday). There still could be yet another purpose for my experience witnessing a suicide attempt. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyqgjCKm9nQ
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond. Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky. Shine on you crazy diamond. You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze. Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine! You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon. Shine on you crazy diamond. Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light. Shine on you crazy diamond. Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze. Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and Shine!!! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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thank ya'll so much for your input i will post some more later
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Veteran Soldiers
![]() For those who have gone before ![]() In and out deaths door Where footsteps and shadows stayed In souls scared memories remain... ![]() The places, faces, and names ![]() of all the soldiers who lived ![]() Here to eternity, victory or death, ![]() for Duty, Honor, Country... ![]() Chiseled in hearts of stone Banners waving with flags flown ![]() Less we forget! ![]() The places, faces, and names ![]() in our hearts memories remain. ![]() Veteran Soldier ![]() I Honor Thy Name ![]() ![]() ![]() By Cliffton Clay Cromberg |
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so sorry about your friend...death is final, it can not be undone.."you can't put a quarter into the machine and get three more men, that's the end."-50c
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thank ya'll so much for your input i will post some more later ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Sat 01/24/09 02:27 PM
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![]() ![]() Have you ever paused to think how much our freedoms cost? So many different wars, so many lives now lost. As we enjoy another day free to come and go, Let's give a word of thanks to all who made that so. ![]() To all the brave souls willing to fight, Risking their lives for all of our rights. Willing to go far from their homes, Willing to die in lands unknown. ![]() Let's never forget that December day When we lost so many on that Hawaiian bay. And those who carried the cargo said to end the war, Struck by a torpedo, the Indy would sail no more. ![]() And all the brave men on an island far away Who raised Old Glory once again, and still she flies today. All the unsung heroes of a thankless, senseless war ![]() Who fought and died so willingly; what was it all for? ![]() Through all the wars and countless places, They were there; these nameless faces. So, if you love your freedom, ![]() say thank you to a vet, ![]() Their sacrifice was not in vain, and we shall not forget. ![]() By Jan Hartzog www.vanishingheroes.com Listed January 24, 2009 Written in honor my dad, J.B. O'Dell, ![]() U.S. Navy 1943-1951, ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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![]() ![]() Have you ever paused to think how much our freedoms cost? So many different wars, so many lives now lost. As we enjoy another day free to come and go, Let's give a word of thanks to all who made that so. ![]() To all the brave souls willing to fight, Risking their lives for all of our rights. Willing to go far from their homes, Willing to die in lands unknown. ![]() Let's never forget that December day When we lost so many on that Hawaiian bay. And those who carried the cargo said to end the war, Struck by a torpedo, the Indy would sail no more. ![]() And all the brave men on an island far away Who raised Old Glory once again, and still she flies today. All the unsung heroes of a thankless, senseless war ![]() Who fought and died so willingly; what was it all for? ![]() Through all the wars and countless places, They were there; these nameless faces. So, if you love your freedom, ![]() say thank you to a vet, ![]() Their sacrifice was not in vain, and we shall not forget. ![]() By Jan Hartzog www.vanishingheroes.com Listed January 24, 2009 Written in honor my dad, J.B. O'Dell, ![]() U.S. Navy 1943-1951, ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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They called me a lot of things in my day, but hero was never one of them. Would they have thought differently if I saved someone from a burning building? Or put my life on the line some other way. I was the “problem child” who never make anything of himself no matter what he did. I wonder i they see the monster they have created in telling me these things, or even if they care? Of coarse now it doesn't matter , as they carry me away in sorrow to be placed back in the bosom of Mother Earth t be consumed by Her once again.. It doesn't matter now for all I am now is a cold marble slab with two dates. They get the last laugh as I rot away just another number for them to add up, just another suicide. This is really on point. I don't think parents really know what emotional murder their words can do. Or how long the effect can last. I am sorry you had to loose a friend but maybe the agony he was in was worth escapeing in his mind. Sometimes that is the only choice people think they have. |
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