freefallfreak

I arrived at that conclusion by YOUR words... And maybe you should re-read your sig line. I only take offense when I need to and I don't give a happy fuck what you or anyone else "prefers". I didn't debate the right or wrong of choice. I took offense when 10 out of 27 posters tried to glorify a horrible affliction that has me in it's grip. If you can't handle that, maybe you need to be offended. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Are you saying that a person that tries to fight for his life is selfish????? Acceptance is the key here, not understanding nor tagging it with terms like courageous or heroic. It has simply happened and is not up to you or I to understand or glorify. I have nothing but respect for one who fights for his country, as your dad obviously did. I've been there, too, and have more decorations than you have years of life. I also came back 100% service connected disabled. But as much as the both of us did "over there", nothing heroic came of that. We both made it back...the heros didn't. Bottom line, Chris, is this. I can offer condolences to you for you losing your dad. I cannot glorify his actions, refuse to do so and will never accept the views of others that suicide is heroically glorious. I will fight to my death, if that is what it takes, to live to fly my body one more day. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Fly safe and tight, little one. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

That is highly offensive...Here I sit, in the fight of my life, doing my best to overcome cancer, and you say, in a round about way, that I'm irresponsible, insensitive, selfish and cowardly for not leaving life without a fight? That is so downright amazingly ignorant, it isn't funny. Stand in my shoes - and fight for your life - and see how your post, and others like it that think it's a heroic thing to give up, sounds...then come back and talk to me. Till then, there isn't one single sob here that can speak about this. If you haven't had it, you don't know about it. And if you ever happen to catch this horrible desease, (and I hope you don't), you can then speak to that issue. Meanwhile, I'll sit here, with the blisters popping out of my skin, losing my hair, losing weight, having headaches, fevers, weakness of body, depression of soul and mind...and I'll remember, always, the words that you and others like you, wrote, that have burned so very deeply into my mind, heart and soul. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

VOTE ME...VOTE ME... I can piss off more people in the shortest amount of time than anyone here...lol.. (com'on you suckwad jerks...you know you hate me...do it, do it...) TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Mary is a classy lady, isn't she? And good looking too, but don't tell her I said that, lol. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

That is impressive and very classy, too. Nice job, Dave. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Whoops... TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Well God, here I sit - it's after 1 a.m. and I'm sick as a dog, can't puke anymore cause there isn't anything left in my gut and I'm still trying to throw up, damn head aches, eyeballs hurt and feel swollen, got chills so bad I'm shaking, the depression slaps me in the face and here I go, reading that "show some love" thread again. It's working cause the sickness lightens up just a bit. Head seems a small amount clearer and I feel loved by so many. God, thank you for putting so many good people in my life. I have no idea what I've ever done to deserve all these wonderful friends that wish me so much love and health. But whatever it was, I'm grateful cause I've never felt so alone as moments when I forget that I'm so fortunate to have these people in my life. So, I'll take a sip of water, force myself to hold it down and pray that I can sleep just a little while, remembering the good thoughts and well wishes of the ones that reminded me that life is still good, and I head off to bed, for about the tenth time tonight, knowing that if I can't see them in person for right now, I'll sure see them in my dreams. Keep me and them safe for one more night and let the guys and girls of Dizzy.com know that I love them, each and every one. "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

My God, ya'll don't know how much I value this. Merrick, Pammi, Dzdiva and each and every one of you guys are not only touching me deeper than I ever thought I could be touched, you are showing more love and support to a broken down old geezer than he deserves. Thank you, each and every one. Jim *And that's the only time I've ever signed my name to a post.* "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Damn, girl...just when depression seems the worst I read all these great posts from people that I've never even met on the ground and the tears well up, here you come making me laugh...Stacy, you nut, I love you. TripleF I wish I could reply to each and every one of these posts. It means sooo very much to me to read all this. Unfortunately, each time I try, I get real emotional (could this be the drugs?) and something in my eyes blocks the screen (maybe a cloud inside my head?). The pm's I've gotten also are truly awesome. Thanks for all the support, people. This has to be the greatest family in the world. "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Oh god, I don't know what to say...Over the last year and an half all I seem to hear from my VA doctors is bad luck. You all know about the diabetes and then the triple bypass. Well, three months ago they also told me that they suspected cancer. Now my worst nightmares have come true. I started treatment and took the first shot yesterday. The side effects are fucking horrible, not counting losing my hair (what little I had left). Part of the side effects are severe depression and all day long I've been laying in bed, either sweating from being hot or shivering from being cold and the whole time on the verge of tears cause I don't know what I did to have all this hit at once. The fear is tremendous and the love you guys show to others is awesome. About all I can say is you guys are truly wonderful. I appreciate each and every one of you...and thank you for the support...I'm really gonna need it in the next few months. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Not to mention the fruits, nuts and flakes... TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Uhh, I'm beginning to worry about you... TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Just got the story (partially). Now I understand the rant. And you are right... TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Yeah...You Might Spill Your Drink!!! TripleF (Now, quit yelling at us, Lisa) "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

I wondered where you were...and was beginning to get worried that Miked10270 had slipped away from you and wandered alone into a cybernet cafe... TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

*jumping up and down* ME, ME...Use ME....I volunteer...use me...use me. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

The Miracle of Toilet Paper... Fresh from her shower, she stood in front of the mirror complaining to me that her breasts were too small. Instead of characteristically telling her it's not so, I uncharacteristically come up with a suggestion... "If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between your breasts for a few seconds." Willing to try anything, she fetched a piece of toilet paper and stood in front of the mirror, rubbing it between her breasts. "How long will this take?" she asked. "They will grow larger over a period of years," I replied. She stopped. "Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?" Without missing a beat I said "Worked for your butt, didn't it?" I'm still alive and with a great deal of therapy, may even walk again. "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

That was NOT me... TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Sleep?? I thought the little fella couldn't party and passed out early, lol... TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Dude, she's been in my prayers since your grandad passed. Many prayers and much love to her. TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Here's one I got when he wasn't looking... TripleF "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Ok, big bubbles it is... TripleF (TripleF goes in search of big bubbled bubble wrap.) "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."

Don't fuss at her too hard, Rox...she didn't get her cookies.... TripleF (inside joke there, ya'll) "Upon seeing the shadow of a pigeon, one must resist the urge to look up."