Comments on: These Shoulders of Mine

By: Roy Eappen

Roy Eappen — Sat, 13 Dec 2008 12:04:42 +0000

Wendy I just realized you are back in Toronto. How can I help. I am back from India at the end of the month. I will at least take you out for lunch!

By: Darcey

Darcey — Sat, 13 Dec 2008 05:13:54 +0000

Holy cow… there is a couch out here in Alberta if you need it. Fresh clean air, almost no liberals, everybody hates Toronto

By: Steynian 295 « Free Canuckistan!

Steynian 295 « Free Canuckistan! — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 20:48:36 +0000

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By: George Smith

George Smith — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 18:38:56 +0000

I disagree with one of your commenters… Toronto isn’t that bad. Of course, I don’t live there any more … and my current city is that bad. Still … please stay away from the edge of the platform and the front of those subway cars. I don’t know your past … but many of your posts show too much sass.

You can always call on us.

Regards.

By: Kevin

Kevin — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 17:30:17 +0000

Wendy, my friend, hang tough. You are one of the good eggs, and the good guys (and gals) are on your side. We will not be defeated, we shall not submit.

As long as you keep fighting, you are not beaten. Battered, maybe, but still in the fight, and a well placed shot (figure of speech) can turn the tide in a heartbeat.

It can be a wild ride. But that’s what makes it an adventure. The past is gone; we can’t change it. The future is yet to come; we have hope that it will be better. But the Present….that is the gift of right here, right now. Why else would they call it the Present. It is a gift to savor…..

Now, go do wonderful things. And no more talk of an untimely demise….

Always,

Kevin

By: Big Al

Big Al — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 04:57:31 +0000

Life’s hard and nobody ever said it was fair. But just the same I’ve always found reason to be thankful for what I have (which isn’t much). But when I look around I find that what little I have is sooo much more than sooo many others I get embarrassed.

My very first girlfriend was killed in a car wreck. She and her father were hit by a guy that was under the influence of drugs. Her father couldn’t live with the pain of losing his daughter, and only child, in such a senseless way. He dwelt on it so much that several years later he killed himself. A few years ago I got a call that the daughter of a friend of mine had threatened suicide and was missing. I found her hanging by an extention cord in a tree. Her step-father had told her she was good for nothing. Not long ago a good friend of mine, one of the top aerobatic pilots in this country, and one of the nicest people you’d ever meet, fell while playing with his two very small children and broke his neck and now lies paralysed. His insurance is just about to play out.

I don’t tell you all that to point fingers or shame, just to open your eyes. Your shoulders are stong. Yes you’ve had more than your fair share, but you also have a future. There is NOTHING you can’t overcome. I, or no one else, can snap our fingers and make the pain go away, but we can look around and see that what we carry we can easily bare, if all these others can tote their load in life. One foot in front of the other. Memories, they can be good things too. I’ll bet you’ve got a boatload of those. You’ve bound to, you’ve got too many friends not to. Strength is never a curse, it’s all in what you do with it. Use it.

By: Linda F

Linda F — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 01:01:44 +0000

I’m reminded of the Jerry Butler song “Only the Strong Survive”.

You will survive.

By: BillyHW

BillyHW — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 22:39:08 +0000

Living in Toronto will do that to you.

By: SR

SR — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 22:31:15 +0000

The world is a crazy place. Those dhimmified terrorist-sympathizers-apologists-enablers who despise our blessed Western civilization… they should be so full of guilt, that they should be fixing to make that date with the front end of a subway car. But you? You’re good, you’re truthful, and you’re wise. Hang in there. You’re too needed and admired.

By: Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 17:50:57 +0000

I worry about you, babe. Remember that there are a lot of people out here who wouldn’t like to find you on the front of a subway car. The commute in Toronto is already abysmal

You are always welcome to rock those shoulders over Margaritas at my house.

By: Cousin Dave

Cousin Dave — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 17:45:30 +0000

Wow gal. I hope it’s working out for you. You have friends here, you know.

Back in the ’50s, there was a popular philosophy called “The Gamesman”. I’ll see if I can find something about it out on the intertoobs somewhere. It talks about the sort of thing you are hinting at — basically, by treating life as a game or contest, the playing of which is to be enjoyed in itself, you lift some of the burdens of life off of yourself.

By: Xanthippa

Xanthippa — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 05:31:42 +0000

I cannot know what you have gone through.

Yet, if you ever need - let me know! And as flawed as I am, I AM here…and I WILL be here for you.

By: Scott

Scott — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 03:48:19 +0000

Of all the blogs I read, yours has the greatest percentage of mind-blowing self-disclosure. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You remind me that there are actually flawed, crazy, real, admirable people on the other side of my RSS reader.