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Debilyn · ~*Service Worker*~

a true quote...

grateful2be · ~*Service Worker*~

And I'd like to add: A beloved child of God. Thank you, Debilyn.

oldergal · Senior Member

That is some heavy, heart wrenching stuff....og

hotrod · ~*Service Worker*~

I agree so very sad.

I see so many young people like this every day. One young man was missing for 3 weeks and I thought that had found recovery. Unfortunately not. He arrived back to his corner today and told me that he had a heart attack at age 33, was hospitalized and treated. Today was his first day out and he was back drinking on the corner

Prayers and positive energy for them all

milkwood · ~*Service Worker*~

It is a small world Debilyn -

I read your post first thing this morning and then a little later while rummaging through a book shelf I came across my grandmother's book of thoughts and quotations. It is mostly written by her in the 1920's. I have dipped into this fragile book on and off all my life - there is even a page that I graffitied when I was nine years old - however her handwriting is devilishly difficult to read and I usually put the book down after twenty minutes or so. Today, with nothing else calling for my attention, I spent an hour reading each page and when I got to the last page in the book the entry was this little poem.

Some Mothers Child

At Home or away in the alley or street
Wherever I chance in this wild world to meet
A girl that is thoughtless or a boy that is wild
My heart echoes softly 'tis some mother's child'

And when I see those o'er whom long years have rolled
Whose hearts have grown hardened, whose spirits are cold
Be it woman all fallen or man all defiled
A voice whispers sadly 'ah! some mother's child'

No matter how far from the right she hath strayed
No matter what inroads dishonour hath made
No matter what elements cankered the pearl
Though tarnished and sullied she is 'some mother's girl'

No matter how wayward his footsteps have been
No matter how deep he is sunken in sin
No matter how low is his standard of joy
Though guilty and loathsome he is 'some mother's boy'

That head hath been pillowed on some lovers breast
That form hath been wept o'er, those lips have been pressed
That soulhath been prayed for in tones sweet and mild
For her sake deal gently with 'some mother's child'

PP · ~*Service Worker*~

Sometimes I just don't the words; I felt all of these words, though.....

Cathyinaz · ~*Service Worker*~

It's heartbreaking....truly heartbreaking

Sweet Stanley · ~*Service Worker*~

Sad, Sad, Sad..... Wish there was no such thing as addiction...

neshema2 · ~*Service Worker*~

Sweet Stanley wrote:
Sad, Sad, Sad..... Wish there was no such thing as addiction...

Oh yea....agree.....and yea, sooo sad...every human being be he/she on the top or the lowest bottom is SOMEBODY'S beloved.........YOU WOULD HOPE!!!!!

or perhaps they were like me...unwanted....abused.....robbed of their trust and dignity and robbed of good stuff that could have happened for them to give them hope and trust that life isn't always a problem to be solved or a nightmare to be survived , and so they gave up and began drugging/drinking bc if their own sire/dam didn't care, then why should they??? I have seen it in THAT light as well

for a long time i was on a self destruct road b/c i felt that if my own bio parents did't want me, then what good was i???

I could have been that youngster in the picture....only for me it was numbing out with beer/wine and pot.....and tranquilizing drugs......

something inside me did'nt want them to win....something inside of me, maybe its my subborness, my fight, my "oh no, you WONT beat me" attitude kept me going....prompted me to clean up my act and get into recovery....to build my own life sans my bio relatives , save for a couple of them whom i still have contact with......

i literally had to "make my life over again"...the first one sucked, so i was gonna make a better one w/alanon, coda, and acoa.....

seeing that image brought up memories and sadness for me when i know , i have SEEN, so many childrren destroyed by their own parents.

THEN on the FLIP side of the coin, I see loving parents like the ones I see on this board...U know who you are...U give birth...U do your best....U give your hearts and your lives loving your children and they still fall.......it is not fair

I WISH I SO wish, I had had a mom like some of you on this board.....I guarantee I would be a hell of a lot better off and maybe the dreams i was robbed of, the good that never had a chance to come to me, WOULD have.....

JUST saying....

Raven Juniper · Senior Member

Right on Neshema! You show that there is hope, that no matter how bad things can be, that there can be a better future.

This picture is so sad...I immediately thought of my A who is sleeping on the sofa, passed out from spice. All the wasted potential of what could've been. It's heartbreaking.
I then thought of a high school unrequited love, whom I used to see sitting on his front porch in this same pose. Here we go....

A few years ago, I ran into a friend "F" from my high school days. I'd had a huge crush on him in high school (he lived in another town, Jerry F. knows where...lol) but being painfully shy didn't get me very far with the darkly charismatic, mysterious F. We lost touch several months after my painful crush started.
Wow! It was so funny to see him after so long! I'd always wondered what'd happened to him, because he had a rough childhood. His bio dad hadn't been in the picture since F was a baby, he was the oldest, took care of several younger brothers and sisters, his mom appeared to have major problems. F never badmouthed his mom or stepdad to me or my mom, but I knew that F avoided his home quite regularly and often stayed with friends. He hung out with some pretty rough people, almost got himself killed in front of me in a fight with a very scary gang. He drank, smoked various things and....thankfully I didn't have a car and he lived too far away for my naive self to get involved with...One night, several months after we'd first met, I went to a dance to meet up with F and some other friends and found out that F was gone, and wasn't coming back. Until 25 years later....
I learned that F moved out of state, way out of state, and he had used his wonderful mind to work and learn and eventually become his own boss. Unfortunately his relationships haven't had as much success, and his bad breakups cost him his children as well as his finances. He ended up moving back to his high school town, and reuniting with an old flame.
The last time I saw him, he said they'd broken up a few times, but were trying to work things out. I think alcohol or other substances are a mitigating factor in the situation.
He didn't turn out as tragically as he could have, but I wonder how it could have been for him if he'd had a healthy, loving family.
Woulda, shoulda, coulda...

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-- Edited by Raven Juniper on Friday 22nd of November 2013 06:37:33 AM

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