lol...my heartfelt respect............lol...........i confess i didn't get it........lol.....
80% of KIndergarden kids did..........but only 17% of graduate students got it............lol.......
yes, it's absolutely true...........it's basically to do with how as we get older out minds become more cluttered and we look for the complicated answer when there is none............
You think so? I think there is a greater meaning to most everything. In an ideal world everyone would get along...but conditions are far from optimal at the moment.
Yet...I have faith....that as people like me/in my generation become involved in leadership, maybe we can start playing the harp of life.
We can all realize that we need each other and we need our families even more. I've tried to reassemble a fractured family. It's going to be impossible. I talk to all my siblings, but I'm the only one....and believe me...I've forgiven alot to get to this point. But there are other siblings who aren't so close...and don't care.
It was all about a monumental fracas that happened when my dad died.
They put me in charge of the funeral....then fought about everything.
We had a big blowout picking a casket. My father had always told me not to bury money. In other words no $4000 casket. Then he was too big (from sweliing) to get into the metal casket. Finally, after I pitched a bit of a fit saying that I'm NEW to this...they should have told us if there was swelling there would be a problem. They came up with a cardboard casket. It fit him. We took it.
I have these letters in my possession from my mom and dad before any brain damage or death. They might be considered harmful to some other family members that aren't so genuine.
Actually, I probably shredded them, thinking that what got aimed at me (basically misplaced rage ay Dad dying) didn't need to rekindle.
I was basically left to myself to handle the funeral and arrangements and I don't know where all the anger came from....but man....
I remember after the funeral home meeting....I had to go give the programs to the people doing them. But when I got to my apartment on the way, all I could do was call my oldest brother to come back and I sobbed I needed him to be there because the other two brothers were acting like they HATED me.
I just sat/laid on the carpet crying and beat on the floor.
Well...this is more than I'd intended to share. But oh well.
Some minds are more cluttered than others i suppose but step one to uncluttering it is talking about it.
Try this one. . .
A boy and his father were driving along one day when they wrecked. The father died instantly and the boy needed immediate surgery, the abulence took him to the hospital, but the surgeon said "I can't operate on him, he's my son." how is that possible?
You know what helps Jimenem? The fact that both your question and Fluffys were already posted on here a while back.lol I am not sure who posted them. May have been Fluffy then too.lol