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Posted on 03/01/2011 1:23:44 AM PST by JustAmy
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Aren’t they sweet?
We know Mary Lou needs hugs and I think all of us need hugs with all the sadness going around lately, don’t you?
Lamh Foistenach Abu! I agree with you, totally!! There is so much sadness going on right now!
I’m feeling the NEED to play this;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfWwtsWC44g
I’m still not getting youtube. I’ve used all advice and haven’t got it to work yet. Isn’t that crazy? Doggone it!
So adorable, Dubya! Love it.
That sounds like such a loooooooooong day for you! *hugs*
I've neglected asking lately but...sorry...how's the knee doing?
Thank you for that, t-pammy!
I so totally agree with that! Makes our hearts very heavy. Prayers for all!
Yes, I think we are all drained....I feel that way!
I’m watching Idol....do you all like Idol?
Something Miraculous Happened in Denmark
I was lower than I’d ever been in my life, and contemplating the unthinkable. Suddenly, there was a knock at the hotel-room door.
By Edward Grinnan
The wet breeze from the hotel window where I was staying on a business trip in Copenhagen, Denmark, felt good. I’d opened that window for a reason, and I knew what it was. After two years of sobriety, I was in the middle of a terrible relapse.
Death, I reasoned, would be the ultimate hard stop. It would end all remorse, all regrets, all guilt, all feelings. It would just be over and whatever I left behind would be for the living to deal with. Not me. And whatever the consequences, they certainly seemed preferable to my continued existence.
I walked unsteadily to the window, threw one leg over, and straddled the sill, leaning back against the jamb, a drink balanced on my stomach to sip from. My right leg dangled heavily over the void. I could just stay here, I thought groggily, and let gravity make the decision.
I don’t know how long I remained in that state of sublime equilibrium between life and death. All I know is I was rudely aroused by an insistent knocking on my door.
“Are you in there?” a man’s voice demanded.
I lurched over to the door and opened it a crack, keeping the chain on, and peered out. “Yes?” I said. “Is there a problem?”
“You tell us,” the man said as he and his partner both pulled out identical leather holders containing extremely serious-looking badges.
“Interpol,” the partner said, and then repeated herself deliberately. “We are from In-ter-pol.”
“Can I help you in some way?” I said, trying not to slur.
“We’re just checking to see if you are alive,” said the man finally.
“Apparently I still am,” I said, and tried to smile. “Thank you.”
Some time later, after finding my way back to sobriety by the grace of God, I would discover that no one—not my family, my employer, the hotel staff or my friends—called Interpol. No one even knew I was in that hotel. Interpol itself had no record of two agents visiting that hotel.
To this day I cannot tell you how those two agents—whoever they were—came to knock on my door at the exact moment they did. But their timing couldn’t have been better.
I’ve never seen even 1 night of AI. (I’m probably the only person on this planet...lol)
Wow...Yes...Miracles do happen!
Enjoy a bite for me, please! :) (Any more than that and I'd be in big trouble..lol!)
Oh, that’s right! Sorry, I forgot!
:)
DITTO!
Dubya, thank you for your uplifting posts, on this, such a sad day. ((((hugs))))
Hope you enjoyed your pizza!
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