I could hardly sleep that night, from what I can remember. In fact sleeping was the last thing on my mind. I felt awaken. I had not felt that good since the accident.
I felt alive.
I was in so much pain. My hand was so swollen and painful the next morning I could hardly stand it.
I never felt so good.
I could hardly wait to see Ms. D and see how she like her newly cleaned up yard. I was so proud and excited.
It had been close to a week, since I had heard or seen Ms. D. I was getting concerned. The Drapes were still down. There was no answer when I knocked on the door.
I was worried.
I had no-one I could contact as she was all alone. No family. No friends that I knew of.
She was alone.
I was feeling the same not knowing what to do next.
copy right all rights reserved D.Jerzak 3/2/07
-- Dusty
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Karson
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posted 996 days ago
keep them comming.
-- What happens in the workshop stays in the workshop. No wait that doesn't sound right. Karson Southern Delaware karson_morrison@bigfoot.com †
Don
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posted 996 days ago
I sense something big is about to unfold. Love this saga, Dusty!
-- CanuckDon "I just love small wooden boxes!" http://www.hilsbiblechurch.org/
Dusty
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posted 995 days ago
Stay tuned haven’t even got to “this old crack house” yet.
What I have written so far is the past leading up to “This “Old Crack House”. I felt I had to go back in time and give a history to better help others understand where I have been and where I am now.
Its been quite a journey. Thank you all for allowing me to have you as passengers.
Your been so supportative and encourageing and will never know how healing it has been to share this story.
I have opened up myself for you all to see all my flaws, shortcomings, vulnerabilities and naive parts, even when it makes me look silly and stupid.
So be it, its the naked truth, and a look inside me.
Its real.
In short it is me – what you see is what you get – no more no less.
Just me.
I remain humbled.
-- Dusty
MsDebbieP
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posted 995 days ago
oh no.. Not Ms. D.
edge of my seat—again. still
-- ~ Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)
Obi
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posted 995 days ago
Don’t start crying again, Debbie, this is an Adventure, not some crying story. This is one of Drama and suspense. Here, have a tissue…
Dusty? This isn’t right. You can’t just leave us hanging like this after such a brief chapter.
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dennis mitchell
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posted 995 days ago
Dusty, My life has been saved by people willing to share their stories with me. So I sit here listening. I understand that getting to follow this adventure is a great honor for me. A part of my healing as well. Thank You.
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MsDebbieP
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posted 995 days ago
real life; real stories; real pain; real healing.
I have Joe’s (my husband) story online and every time I think that it is time to delete it I get an email from someone saying how helpful/healing it was for them, reading about what my family went through…
So now, whenever I find it fitting I don’t hesitate to tell the tale – it usually results in someone opening up and sharing their own personal pain, a step towards their own healing.
Keep the story coming…
-- ~ Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)