Guys I need thoughts prayers... Karma
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Ahhhh Hokie,
That really sucks!!!!!
BUT......You are a strong young man..in mind and body and because of that,and the love of your family and loved ones your prospects are excellent. With God's help, through the healing hands of your doctors and the thousands of prayers you will receive .......in addition to your resolve.... all will be well! Tough row to hoe, my friend but you are up to it........
MY BEST!
bear
That really sucks!!!!!
BUT......You are a strong young man..in mind and body and because of that,and the love of your family and loved ones your prospects are excellent. With God's help, through the healing hands of your doctors and the thousands of prayers you will receive .......in addition to your resolve.... all will be well! Tough row to hoe, my friend but you are up to it........
MY BEST!
bear
Guys,
I literaly have tears in my eyes...
Beantown may not think thats cool but the support makes me feel alot better...
I cant thank you guys enough
I literaly have tears in my eyes...
Beantown may not think thats cool but the support makes me feel alot better...
I cant thank you guys enough
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In my thoughts and prayers Hokie, especially on Monday when you go in for surgery - lots of good advice here already - stay positive, your mind is so powerful, especially when it comes to illness. If you have some extra time while recovering, here's a couple books you might find interesting and helpful - I was sick for many years and these books really helped me out - were recommended to me by someone in medicine:
Anatomy of the Spirit
Why People Don't Heal and How They Can
by Carolyn Myss
Anatomy of the Spirit
Why People Don't Heal and How They Can
by Carolyn Myss
I just wanted to let you know that my thoughts and prayers are with you!
There may be times when you feel like crying OR laughing even though it may not seem appropriate. Go ahead and let the emotions roll. It's healing and a way to overcome the negatives that will creep into your thoughts. It's easy for us to tell you to maintain a positive attitude but it truly makes a difference in the outcome!
I'm sure there will be times that you are so pissed off at everything you encounter but don't feel you can dump on your family or friends (who, you know are dealing with this themselves but working hard to support you). If you want to rail against the injustices and, perhaps, the indignities, there are a few nurses here who would, I'm sure, welcome your "abuse". Feel free to get my e-mail from Jack for this or any other support you may need.
While you're receiving chemo, you might try visualizing the medication destroying the bad cells. Use of guided imagery, reiki or other holistic methods while you're receiving medical care can definitely be healing and relaxing. Embrace any side effects as tangible evidence of the successful battle that is being waged inside your body.
Check out some of the modalities on this website and incorporate them into your plan. http://www.holisticonline.com/guided-imagery.htm
You have much support here at MJ's. Don't hesitate to call upon any of us to help as we're able!!
There may be times when you feel like crying OR laughing even though it may not seem appropriate. Go ahead and let the emotions roll. It's healing and a way to overcome the negatives that will creep into your thoughts. It's easy for us to tell you to maintain a positive attitude but it truly makes a difference in the outcome!
I'm sure there will be times that you are so pissed off at everything you encounter but don't feel you can dump on your family or friends (who, you know are dealing with this themselves but working hard to support you). If you want to rail against the injustices and, perhaps, the indignities, there are a few nurses here who would, I'm sure, welcome your "abuse". Feel free to get my e-mail from Jack for this or any other support you may need.
While you're receiving chemo, you might try visualizing the medication destroying the bad cells. Use of guided imagery, reiki or other holistic methods while you're receiving medical care can definitely be healing and relaxing. Embrace any side effects as tangible evidence of the successful battle that is being waged inside your body.
Check out some of the modalities on this website and incorporate them into your plan. http://www.holisticonline.com/guided-imagery.htm
You have much support here at MJ's. Don't hesitate to call upon any of us to help as we're able!!
Youve been in my prayers since you asked for it last my freind
Prayed for you and strangelove two nights ago in fact
Keep strong and take care
Prayed for you and strangelove two nights ago in fact
Keep strong and take care
Dear Hokie,
i know it seems dismal and lord knows words are all we have at this time, but really wanted to let you know there are many people here at MJs that are rooting for you and carry you with them during the day, praying and sending you good will and strength ... I am enclosing a short story that i give my players, it is an amazing look at how a man's actions can affect others ...
all my best
gregg
THE TAXI DRIVER
Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy's life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn't realize was that it was also a ministry. Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and weep.
But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night.
I was responding to a call from a small brick four-plex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory in the industrial part of town.
When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door.
This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance," I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute," answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood before me.
She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she asked. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. "It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated."
"Oh, you're such a good boy," she said.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"
"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.
"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice."
I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long."
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or
corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a covering. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.
"Nothing," I said.
"You have to make a living," she answered.
"There are other passengers," I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."
I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware--beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID... BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
i know it seems dismal and lord knows words are all we have at this time, but really wanted to let you know there are many people here at MJs that are rooting for you and carry you with them during the day, praying and sending you good will and strength ... I am enclosing a short story that i give my players, it is an amazing look at how a man's actions can affect others ...
all my best
gregg
THE TAXI DRIVER
Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy's life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn't realize was that it was also a ministry. Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and weep.
But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night.
I was responding to a call from a small brick four-plex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory in the industrial part of town.
When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door.
This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance," I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute," answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood before me.
She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she asked. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. "It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated."
"Oh, you're such a good boy," she said.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"
"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.
"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice."
I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long."
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or
corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a covering. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.
"Nothing," I said.
"You have to make a living," she answered.
"There are other passengers," I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."
I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware--beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID... BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
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I can tell ya one thing for sure you have a prayer chain from all of us here so hang in there and may you and your family be blessed
Jesus Christ hf I just commented couple days ago how it was good to see you around healthy. Don't know what to say brother, hang tough.
My old gf in college had this, it was tough, really tough, but you can definitely beat it kid. You can definitely kick its ass! My old man has chemotherapy every Monday at Dana Farber, they are some of the best in the world at this shit.
Dude,if you need anything, literally I live right down the street. Get my email from Jack any time you need someone to talk to,I'm always around, Dan Connolly Taunton Street, I'm in the book.
My old gf in college had this, it was tough, really tough, but you can definitely beat it kid. You can definitely kick its ass! My old man has chemotherapy every Monday at Dana Farber, they are some of the best in the world at this shit.
Dude,if you need anything, literally I live right down the street. Get my email from Jack any time you need someone to talk to,I'm always around, Dan Connolly Taunton Street, I'm in the book.
My prayers are with you buddy. Stay strong hokie fan and please let us know if there is anything we can do - Send money, books, stuff to keep you in high spirits, etc. Anything you need man.
kneifl
kneifl
Prayers with you Hookie, stay strong and come back here as much as you want to cheer you up! :grouphug:
hokie...prayers are with you.In life we get "bumps" in the road.And I'm sure this bump will be fixed.
