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First I wish to thank everyone who has read my past posts & especially the ones who left me such motivating comments, sharing with others is a good way for us to realize we are all people with similar problems with similar solutions by sharing.

Today I was out and about shopping, oh not Xmas shopping like most the other folks I observed while I was out. I had to stock up some vittles and pick up some medicine from my pharmacy today, I did notice the majority of the people out today was not smiling and enjoying their shopping. Has our society forgotten Xmas is about family memories, we give ourselves all this stress this time of the year shopping for the perfect gift(s) for all the special ones in our lives, but how many of you are missing out on many of the pre-holiday fun? All the lights and displays this time of the year is just awesome, most of all the excitement on the children is the most precious gift of all. Xmas is not suppose to be about the gift(s) we give or receive, Xmas is suppose to be about love and family memories which will outlast whatever gift(s) you give or receive most of the time. Take some time to enjoy this time of the year, before you know it Xmas will be here and gone. For me Xmas is about the time I am able to spend with my loved ones, see my family is not as close as I would like us to be any other time of the year but Xmas Eve.

Make Some Awesome Xmas Memories This Year

Some of you may be familiar with the story of the seven year old Japanese boy who survived for six nights in a forest in northern Japan after his parents abandoned him recently on the side of the road in a forest as punishment for misbehaving,
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Here is a poem I wrote and posted on CS Poetry Corner.

Nature's Lesson For Parents
Author: socrates44

I watched a hatching baby chick
struggling to break free from its shell
that was its home for many days
but now was time to say farewell

Mom had pecked into the shell
a tiny hole to start the process
She did her part dutifully
Now the chick must do the rest

I felt sorry for the struggling chick
and could almost feel the pain
I wanted to break off the shell
thinking it would ease the strain

Then I remembered someone said
the chick must struggle on its own
to start its heart and lungs working
for it to become fully grown

I stood and watched as a miracle
unfolded right in front of me
All by itself the chick broke out
and stood there so cute and furry

There is a lesson here for parents
who are raising a family
Be protective of your children
but do not do it overly

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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 11:15 AM

About this poem:

I actually witnessed this event.
I wrote this piece after reading a poem entitled "Too Much Love Can Kill" which pointed out that several children from middle class families end up killing themselves through drug use or suicide after they move away from over-protective parental control which imposes a lot of pressure on them to be super achievers.


What are your thoughts on parenting, particularly in today's society?

If you do not mind sharing, what have been/are your personal experiences of parenting your own children?

What advice would you give to a new or prospective parent?

Open Discussion Welcome!!!

2am here..sitting in the middle of darkness...Feel so alone n scared...dont know how to handle my restless mind..

I decided to start aerobics. I wriggled twisted and jumped up and down for an hour.


By the time I got my leotard on, the class was over

My friend, may you have a great birthday.

And more to come.

I was born in the same hospital within hours of my best friend. When we were three or four months old we were both entrusted to our eldest brothers who were, and still are, best friends. From what I understand, this was a duty that they performed with admirable enthusiasm. They were eight at the time. They pushed us around in our prams, wiped our noses, cleaned our bums, and changed our soiled nappies. They pooled their resources by taking turns to look after us while the other one joined the other boys in their games. We were never left alone. In this way a unique four-way bond was formed that would last a life time.

They taught us to fight the boys and, to my mother’s disgust, to stand and pee. By the time I was ten I had my mind made up about who I’m going to marry. He broke my heart when I was fourteen. He married somebody else. When he divorced five years later, I saw my chance. I was nineteen, itchy and ready for him. I wanted him to be the first and the only. He told me to have a cold shower. He refused to see me as anything but a sister. Sometimes I’m sorry he did not take me that day. It would have changed our lives completely. Other times I’m glad that he refused me. Sex has a way to kill friendships.

The bond between two old school friends and their two baby sisters is still as strong as ever. It is wonderful to know that if I stumble, I will have no less than three super heroes who will exceed themselves to get me up and running again.

So, I've been getting a lot of phone calls from my doctor's office about the situation I am in. They assigned me a case worker, who genuinely seems to care about what had happened and is trying to help me. But the biggest thing that is bothering me is I am just trying to get my life together without doing harm to anyone elses life. I don't want what transpired to turn into a legal case against the other half. I don't. I just wanted to make a clean break from it all and to be able to get my Dr appointments set up and not get attacked for the sheer pleasure of someone's ego being hurt. I'm not one to ever condone violence in a relationship ever. I am a firm believer in if it gets to that point it's already gone to far for too long. I understand I have issues that stem from staying because I believed what I was told time and again that nobody else would want me. I get that I stayed for the sake of another's children's security. I completely understand that I'm not blameless in the bickering. But when it came to the violence, I don't care who thinks what in this world. I didn't do it. Nor will I take blame for instigating it. Because each and every violent act stemmed from one thing and that was me trying to leave because there was no point in staying when in the only one who held those vows true to my heart and my actions showed it. Even if I were stupid in forgiving the same things over and over in the hopes of life becoming right. It never did and I'm still sorry for it not working out. I still wish peace to the other half and hope with every fiber of my being that they get the help they need. Like my profile says, I just need to talk and get it out. Even the Dr says to stay away and that's no problem. I have my job and I am content in doing my job. It's hard to take care of my health with the lack of options for healthy food, but I do my best. I am young as many point out. But to hear my full story, one would only wonder if I am just a glutton for punishment. And in some cases, yes I am. I knew better. But when the road less traveled is free and clear and the wide path leads to damnation, I'd rather take the one full of danger at every turn because it builds a strong mind even if it takes away the will. My own mother told me for years I have an old soul and I was destined for more than the mundane. I just never knew it meant for me to be torn apart by the vindictive behavior of others. I have truly traveled the country and parts of the world in search of adventure and knowledge. I never had the ability to settle down and I have plenty of regret because of that. But, it has made me who I am today. I'm not a wolf in sheep's clothing. I'm not a sheep following the masses. I'm not a lion with a heart of savagery fearing nothing. I am but a man who is lost in the madness of life and struggling with an inner turmoil that I am hoping to be able to turn into redemption. I wish nothing but peace and love and happiness and many blessings upon the world good or bad. Enemy or friend. If I didn't, could I really appreciate life itself? When others cringe at the sound of a crying babe in the middle of the market, with a poor over taxed mother apologizing for what life is, I just smile and say it's ok. Because why should the sound of life be something to cringe from? It should be celebrated. In all its glory it should be celebrated. When the poor are sitting there in their misery, I don't hold my cash and turn my head I share because if I didn't, wouldn't I be the same as who put them in that place? They should be lifted up and fed and cherished, because if not for their pain and suffering, we would not appreciate our own blessings. I am almost out of characters to finish my thoughts, so I leave you all with this..... I wish for a better life, I wish for a family of my own, I wish for the sound of children with my blood coursing through their veins, and I wish peace and love to this entire world because without you all I wouldn't be me. DJD

At last I have my own place again. When I saw the place, I fell in love with it. It had been badly vandalized during the last year since the previous owner absconded to Mozambique.

All the electrical fittings, wires, and cables were stolen. All the plumbing, including the hot water cylinder, were ripped out. Almost every room have holes in the ceilings as they were searching for the hot water cylinder, aluminum sliding doors and window frames were broken out and even the swimming pool (15 cm of filthy water) filter and pump were stolen and most of the gutters were destroyed.

The house was truly in a bad state but there were so many plusses. Four bedrooms, a massive 75 square meter barbeque room, a garage big enough for three cars, and to top it all, a cozy granny flat. Ah, and then I did not even mention the other 75 sq meter room sitting on top of the barbeque room, also with a fire place and a large balcony.

I made a ridiculous offer for the place, which I thought the bank would reject but they accepted and I became the owner of a 20-year-old ruin.



But now, only a few weeks later, I have rewired the place, restored the plumbing, and had new windows and doors fitted where they were broken out. I have contracted a plumber to install a new hot water cylinder. They installed it on Friday and I have just moved in. Now I’ll tackle the ceilings and have the place painted, leaving the pool for last. I never wanted one. Too much work!

Well, now you know what kept me away from CS for so long, and I suspect that I’ll be busy here for quite a while.

Today is my cousin funeral and i cant leave state to be at it.. he was one of the marines lost and found dead in napal. .he was only 22 yrs old. Very sad day...off to work feeling this way. :(

It's a sad day between Vegas and now Tom Petty has past away . Life is short be sure to tell your family you love them. Be kind to each other. My heart is broken because of all the violence in the world this is not how it is supposed be we should be taking care of each other. .