When I went in to labor with my daughter, I really wanted to see her being born. But I had to have a C-section. Because of complications, they had to put me under and I never got to see her until a couple of hours later when I woke up so I missed out on everything.

Six months later at Christmas, my Sister hands me this big package and in it is an 8x10 photo of my daughter just 2 minutes old. She told me that she talked to the nurse and told her what was going on and the nurse let her go into the nursery and take pictures while they were doing all the normal baby tests on her. She also had lots of other smaller pictures that she had taken as well. She wanted to give me the pictures sooner but wanted to make it a special present. I don't think I have ever cried as much as I did that day, not to mention being eternally grateful, and even now thinking about it has me teary eyed!

CHICKA
WHAT IS YOU THE MOST MEANEST THING YOU EVER DONE?

There were a few things I've done that I really regret. I've had this problem as a teenager where I am one person one day, then a completely different person the next. One: My family took in a young man from church who just started out in the military. He became another brother...another son. I was fine with him. Then, one day, I don't know. I just had negative tensions with him. He wasn't doing anything wrong...it was me. He took my brother and me bowling. For some reason, with him excited and jumping up and down, I got mad at him and spoke a very mean jibberish (a language I don't even know). It hurt him so bad. He didn't say anything to me. By the time he got to his dorm, he was contemplating suicide (not just because of me...but because of other things going on in his life). I just made it worse. I've done more bad things to him, and my parents were very upset and disappointed in me. They felt it was because they were spending more time with him than with me. My dad did see my point of view...and was a little jealous that my mom was spending way too much time with the "God-son". But you know what, we are now a much stronger family. I'm cool and much closer with the young man...well he's not young anymore. He has a wonderful wife now with a son and a soon-to-be baby on the way. I'm so glad that's over with. Two: My last ex. He's a good Christian young man and my parents loved him. We've dated for about six months. Then one morning, I woke up and questioned myself, "Why am I dating this guy? I'm not even attracted to him." I thought about all the little things he did that annoyed me. When I saw him, I became a mean person. When the young adults laugh at his little jokes, I comment "That's not even funny." When my family went to the golf course for breakfast on an Air base, I had to leave for work. I ignored my ex when I told everyone good-bye. My mom and dad told me point blank that what I've done was cruel and just plain wrong. My ex and I agreed to just be friends. I really did feel bad later on what I've done to him. It's weird. When I was asked why I was doing it, I just said "I don't know." I didn't know why I did those mean things to good people. It was like I was outside myself. But that's my most meanest thing I've done in my life. (Oops, sorry so long. I'm a writer.)

i like this thread....
but there's not a lot one can do in the "dare" dept...

so - I'll take truth =o)

Dare.

ha - i'm as single as they come

and i'm not so sure about the girls itt =oP

truth - i like questions

Come here big boy!

^ i have a horrified look on my face now

Truth.

^ i have a horrified look on my face now

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