Posted by Wildbill (pcp08580158pcs.alxndr01.va.comcast.net | 68.83.210.192) on February 22, 2004 at 11:18:44:
In Reply to: Re: Ooh-rah posted by Kitsune Sniper on February 10, 2004 at 07:17:39:
> > I have a daughter! Yeah, a daughter! Long story, but she's 21-years-old, a senior at an Alabama college, a truly beautiful young woman by every definition of the word. A gift from God to my wife and me.
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> I don't remember you mentioning her, ever. How'd that happen?
This is a reallllly long story, but I'll cut it down. My oldest son brought home a new girl friend in Christmas 2002, but they broke up a few months later. My wife and I were soooo aggravated with him (because we thought she was a good influence), we told him to hit the road, and kept the girl instead!
No, seriously, we kept them both. This young lady is now a senior in college. She has reached that position against all odds. She grew up in a very, very difficult situation, at the least, yearning for a nuturing family. Almost as important, she craved simple things like affirmation and appreciation for her achievements in academics and varsity athletics, a simple little care package of goodies from home, little treats that a lot of us take for granted, but she never had.
Anyway, we just sort of adopted her, and have since developed a very special affinity. She comes home on holidays and breaks, just like the other kids, and calls several times a week to share her thoughts and even ask for advice. Sherry and I always wanted a daughter. She always wanted a set of parents who function like a normal mother and father are supposed to function. Now, we all have what we want.
> ... And if you start with the birds and the bees story, I don't care what amount of seniority you have in here, I'm still gonna smack you up the head. ;p
The amount of people we have around here right now, arguing over seniority makes about as much sense as 6 people stranded on a life boat fighting over which side of the vessel to fish!
> But anyway. At least in this fox's case, I got depressed, nearly killed myself, started attending shrink therapy, got medication, spent a bit over a year in limbo [at least offline] and am now in a near-normal state. If you can call being a furry normal, that is.
I think eveyone fights depression sooner or later. Here's this week's top ten list of the Wildbill's best anti-depressant medicines.
#1. The knowledge that every person is responsible for his own happiness.
#2. Loving your family like you want them to love you. Unconditinally.
#3. Staying away from drugs, period.
#4. Drinking alcohol only when you're happy. Avoiding it like the plague when you're not.
#5. Finding someone struggling who appears to be worse off than you, then giving him/her something that's important to you, but you can live without easier than watching them suffer.
#6. Letting God bear your heaviest burdens.
#7. Whether you're paid ot not, working on something.
#8. Counting your blessings every day, even if it's only a list of one.
#9. Cleaning and straightening your immediate environment every day, even if it's just throwing one gum wrapper in the trash.
#10. Turning off the television, stereo, videogame machine, and computer, and going outside to do anything productive. (No walkmen or Game Boys!)
> But I don't consider you normal either. C'mon, those political views! *shakes head and shakes a finger at you* BAD WILDBILL! GO TO YOUR ROOM! *laughs*
Yeah, it's called the politics of the survival of my nation. Death to the infidels!
> ... I should get back to writing that stupid homework thingy, so I'll return later. *walks away in that way that only Spinner 8 can hate*
Ah, #11 (see above) Homework(s) is/are not stupid!