Standing tall  

angelwoarose 42F
211 posts
2/15/2006 3:16 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Standing tall

I was worried that yesterday would cause me to stumble and be depressed again...but I wasn't. I actually had a great day. I even got the unexpected pleasure of going to the mall with a very close friend of mine and just hanging out. Then I went home to have dinner with my little Valentine and he drew me some pictures and gave me a puppy valentine he had been saving for himself (he loves dogs). He really is very thoughtful for being only 7.

Then I got a big surprise at work today. One of the wives of our IT guys sent a singing quartet for Valentine's Day to her husband. Only he was out sick yesterday so she rescheduled it for today. Well, I was covering the front desk so I didn't get to go and hear it....but the singers decided that they would seranade me when they came back thru. "Let me call you Sweetheart" in perfect harmony. It was so cool.

The only thing that cause a tear to come to my eye was when I heard this new song by LeAnn Rimes. At first I thought it was about moving on after a divorce...then it struck a cord. It was about moving on after a death of a loved one. Darcy crossed my mind for a few moments but then I smiled again and everything was good.

LustyTaurus 49M
21253 posts
2/17/2006 6:08 pm

My response here is probably only slightly related to what you are trying to say but here goes. My favorite song on this planet is
"In The Ghetto" by Elvis, because it reminds me of the reality that most people on this earth are far worse off than I am. I am almost brought to tears every time I hear it, and yet I cannot turn it off.

Then I go spend time with my kids, and do meverything I can to protect them and guide them to a good life. I have my frustrations and bad days like everyone...but overall, life is good.


As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and grey Chicago mornin',
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries

In the ghetto
In the ghetto


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