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The People Behind People.. The Ones That Need Nurturing..

So many of us go through each day of our life living in suffering….. some of us go on not realizing we are suffering.. some of us realize but we “adjust to the circumstances” expecting a change with time.. 1,476 more words

Stories From My Life

The Toronto Interlude

There was a bond between my mother and I that never existed between me and my Dad. The bond with my mother was established at birth and nurtured by years of talking together, working together and playing together. 1,260 more words

Stories From My Life

A Teenage Failure

It was good to be home again, to eat my mother’s cooking, to sleep in my own bed in my own room, to help out around the farm and to visit the old buffalo rubbing stone, my rock of refuge. 399 more words

Spirituality

A Vagrant Without a Clue

I didn’t report the theft of the money to anyone. I never considered asking anyone for help or advice. To admit the theft would be to admit how stupid I was and face the humiliation of being publicly denounced for my stupidity. 695 more words

Stories From My Life

The difficulty to emote: an observation

Caution: not for the faint of heart

With this post, I’m going to discuss the difficulty to emote; especially with small minds. Please try to follow my line of thought, if this has a direct connection with you – your usual defenses might spike up involuntarily. 396 more words

Stories From My Life

Funeral service for jet ski teen

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A FUNERAL service for a teenage boy killed in a jet ski tragedy on the Ross River will be held this afternoon. 2,995 more words

Australia

How my parents ruined my life - part 1

My parents were simple people who were not prepared to have children. They did not know how to raise me. They did not know what the characteristics of good parenthood are. 190 more words

Depression