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Post by Tsura on Feb 1, 2005 23:17:01 GMT -5
On a little bit of a sobering note:
One of my friends was arrested for possession of guns, ammo and a hit list of students on campus. It's a little distressing to know a kid you saw on Friday and seemed fine wasn't all that happy.
The campus in a attempt to keep it quiet sent out an e-mail saying a kid was arrested for possession of a fire arm and nothing else. In protest of the silence, the students who found out put large numbers on their doors of how they fell on the hit list .
I'm afraid he'll be dehumanized in the community and I know no one will look at him quite the same. I'm not saying he's justified in his decision because it was a very poor choice. But the fact is he -is- human with friends and family and people who care for him. He was depressed and scared as help and needed help.
But he didn't ask for help- Or nobody was listening. Instead he bought a gun. I wish people didn't feel like they had to go to such extremes to get noticed.
Thanks for listening.
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Post by Sir Trevor on Feb 1, 2005 23:29:35 GMT -5
That is a major bummer. It is sad that some people feel they have to resort to such measures.
Hopefully he will get some good counciling and help now.
Thankfully no one was hurt too.
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Post by Hephzibah on Feb 2, 2005 7:43:27 GMT -5
It is very sad that your friend thought the only course of action was to purchese a firearm to keep himself safe. What other people who brow beat on another really do not understand what they can do to the mind of another. Maybe schools should make this type of subject mandetory.
May your friend find the help and the peace of mind that we all have a right to live by.
And for the school to allowe those other students to dispaly that on there doors that is a shamefull act in my eyes and I would hope that something was done about it.
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Post by Lady Catharine on Feb 2, 2005 12:12:50 GMT -5
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Post by Hephzibah on Feb 6, 2005 8:00:48 GMT -5
Well on Tuesday I finally did it. I lost my wedding ring after 11 yrs. It took me till Saturday night to finally find it after tearing the house apart-well it was about time for a full out winter cleaning - And where did I find it you might ask... in the can cupboard of all places. The whole time this week that I had gone in that cupboard I didn't see it. Somehow it had gotten pushed under other cans. I even was out in the front yard looking in the damn snow Ok not the brightest bulb on the string
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Post by Lady Catharine on Feb 7, 2005 13:30:59 GMT -5
Dont beat yourself up..
Men do dumbthings ....(oh I'm going to hear it now..)
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Post by Tsura on Feb 7, 2005 14:39:13 GMT -5
But at least you found it. Kind of funny how we misplace things in the weirdest of spots.
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Post by Lady Catharine on Feb 7, 2005 15:07:26 GMT -5
Lately I've been doing just that.. what's the saying what goes first?
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Post by Hephzibah on Feb 7, 2005 15:08:01 GMT -5
I'm just glad that my husband didn't get mad. He was the one that keep telling me it will turn up.
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Post by Lady Catharine on Feb 7, 2005 15:12:33 GMT -5
See, he had faith in you-or too scared to open his mouth..
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Post by Capt. Morgan on Feb 9, 2005 11:40:48 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Catharine on Feb 9, 2005 12:09:35 GMT -5
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Post by Hephzibah on Feb 9, 2005 14:35:58 GMT -5
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Post by Captain John Stout on Feb 9, 2005 16:22:15 GMT -5
The world is a strange place. I have studied for many years philosophy and religion. Ever since my grandma died - the only grandparent I ever knew, even though my mother's parents were probably alive well into my twenties, but I never learned about them because my mother came from a completely broken home where they were raised by my great aunt instead - I searched for an answer to my dilemma. And my dilemma was this:
What does it matter what we do or why we're here when all that ever happens to us is bad? We live only to die, we build memories that will only be forgotten, and if we're lucky, history may remember some small tangible part of what we accomplished and yet still never know us.
So my life had been a roller coaster of depression and vain seeking for answers, until I finally picked up and read the Tao te Ching, or the Ways of Change, by Lao Tzu.
Every year, for those who know me, when we have our cast party at the end of faire, I get up on the karaoke and sing a song. Most people think this is a sad song, that tells only about hopelessness and grief. About how shallow and empty our world is. I think it's a message. I think it's telling us that we spend too much time wrapped up in the trappings of personal ambition and possession, and forget that in the eyes of 'God', the only thing that matters is who we are and how we lived - not what we did and how much we had.
Now it's really ironic that I should be the one to say that, seeing as I am about as materialistic as anybody, but I think there's truth there. Think about it, and then read these lyrics, and see if you find something there that is hopefull, something that is telling us to live.
Anyways, I don't share too often with anybody my philosophies or stuff, so I don't know why I do here. I just hope that maybe we can all learn from each other. It's the only way we grow.
I close my eyes only for a moment and the moments gone all my dreams pass before my eyes a curiosity dust in the wind all we are dust in the wind
Some old song just a drop of water in the endless see all we do crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see dust in the wind
Now, donĀ“t hang on nothing last forever but the earth and sky it slips away And all your money won`t another minute buy
Dust in the wind all we are dust in the wind dust in the wind dust in the wind
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Post by Hephzibah on Feb 9, 2005 23:13:30 GMT -5
I have always loved that song. I guess with the genealogy and history buff that I am I look at words differently than others and the phrase "Dust in the wind" just feels so right to me. It is telling me to challenge the norm and do what I can because we all wind up the same. No one is any better than the other for what they think. Plus that phrase has other meanings to me for most of my family has choosen cremation for generations and my husband along with his family do not believe in it.
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