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[cowgal]

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there

I fixed it!!!!

MA

[greeneyes]

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YAY!!! Her Smartness to the rescue!! I never had a problem, I just clicked "new posts"

What a depressing day I had. I worked at the hole. I just don't even want to go into it right now. Gosh almighty, it breaks my heart to to see a person on a path of destruction.

[Guitarista]

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MDBiker;220723 wrote: Ok I have something long to post. Please take the time to read it. This made me think of the girls here on our thread and the whole MWO site for that matter.

The Invisible Woman

By Nicole Johnson

It started to happen gradually. One day I was walking my son Jake to
school. I was holding his hand and we were about to cross the street when
the crossing guard said to him, 'Who is that with you, young fella?'
'Nobody,' he shrugged. 'Nobody?' The crossing guard and I laughed. My son is
only 5, but as we crossed the street, I thought, 'Oh my goodness, nobody?'
I would walk into a room and no one would notice. I would say something
to my family - like 'Turn the TV down, please' - and nothing would happen.
Nobody would get up, or even make a move for the remote. I would stand there
for a minute, and then I would say again, a little louder, 'Would someone
turn the TV down?' Nothing.
Just the other night my husband and I were out

at a party. We'd been
there for about three hours and I was ready to leave. I noticed he was
talking to a friend from work. So I walked over, and when there was a break
in the conversation, I whispered, 'I'm ready to go when you are.' He just
kept right on talking.
That's when I started to put all the pieces together. I don't think he
can see me. I don't think anyone can see me. I'm invisible.
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the
way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask
to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the
phone?'
Obviously not! No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or
sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no
one can see me at all.
I'm invisible.
Some days I am
only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can
you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not
even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite
guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order,
'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the
eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -but
now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.
She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a
friend from
England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and
she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there,
looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to
compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress;
it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was
pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut
butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a
beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought this for you.'
It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure
why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte, with
admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would
discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I
could pattern my work:
* No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record
of their names.
* These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never
see finished.
* They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
* The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the
eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the
cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird
on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you
spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by
the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was
almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the
sacrifices you make every
day, even when no one around you does. No act of
kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is
too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great
cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a
disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own
self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As
one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to
work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book
went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime
because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't
want my son to tell the friend
he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My mom gets up at 4 in
the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for
three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd
built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come
home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add,
'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're
doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel,
not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the
world by the sacrifices of invisible women.

Love you guys
:huggy
bear
Nice one buddy.

[greeneyes]

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I absolutely cannot believe you posted that! I read that very post not two hours ago.

[Guitarista]

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Hiya Greeny!
Funny, i was just reading another member's post from obviously a while ago, and this piece was on the same page. And, a mate gave me (an old book/new's now) 'The celestine prophecy' to read the other day, even though i'm aware of all that stuff. Spooky Greenbean!....;-)

[rubywillow]

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I'm in tears. Today has been a hard day for me, my Daddy's birthday. But I SEE the carvings he made, the cathedrals he built, when I look into the faces of my grandchildren. Thank you for sharing this, again.

[greeneyes]

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Yes it is a bit spooky! Were you looking a mollymalone's past posts by chance? That's what I was doing and then I got caught up in the thread and bear and the book Pillars of the Earth......

[Guitarista]

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Life, and people are amazing aren't they Ruby? x

[Guitarista]

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Yep, Greenie.

[greeneyes]

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Guitarista;839227 wrote: Life, and people are amazing aren't they Ruby? x

Grand, isn't it? Simply grand!

[catch22]

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Now that is spooky !
Dont know why but it felt good to read that today.
Thank you.x

[brittzak]

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To my 30 day family, I love each of you and miss you too. This thread and the people here have dealt with a lot from me, but stood by me no matter what. I just wanna say "PAPA BEAR, I hope you are smiling as you look down today...I DID IT!"

[betty boop]

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brittzak;934306 wrote: To my 30 day family, I love each of you and miss you too. This thread and the people here have dealt with a lot from me, but stood by me no matter what. I just wanna say "PAPA BEAR, I hope you are smiling as you look down today...I DID IT!"

PAPA BEAR will be smiling on you ..............

Love You Brittzak ........... :l:h:l:h:l

[Cinders]

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LUV,

You made me cry!!

Tears of joy and some sadness at the same time.

:l:l to you and a few moments of reflection about our Papa Bear and how happy he must be for you.

Love,
Cindi

[brittzak]

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I didn't mean to make you cry, but this thread stayed alive a long time. Bear was one of the first people I spoke to on the phone. He talked me through dumping alcohol down the drain a few this.