When U Lose Something U Can't Replace
#1
Posted 23 December 2006 - 03:27 PM
The harmony of duality, the empty n full, the space n earth, da light n darkness, the day n night, the sun and moon, big or small, good or evil, woman and man, female or male, right and wrong.
Jesus or the devil? Wait a minute, one thing i learnt is the duality of everything, the opposites, the extremes, the way to two magnets repel each otha. soul and mind, two hands, left and right, the physical heart, and the ?metaphorical? heart. When i say yes, there is the otha alternative of no.
It's been a few days back at my family home, my health worker thought it would be an idea for me to relate to ppl on forums concernin' spinal injuries. It's only been 3 days bak n dis mornin i woke up thinkin i am imprisoned by my own body, n tho ma family is happy to have me bak from hospital i can't help feelin' i'm sentenced to a life where i'm imprisoned. Lots of things are missing in ma life, just fink i wont liv a fulfillin' life. Tho convicts or cons who r sentenced for life would b imprisoned by time and place bt for me i'm sentenced 4 life, the last haunting thought i had was that being paralysed in the after-life, or bein raised up paralysed. I'm so self-centered, thinkin only bout myself
Where do we go, nobody knows
Let ur mind b free
#2
Posted 23 December 2006 - 04:22 PM
#3 *MCB-SpeedShop*
Posted 23 December 2006 - 04:34 PM
I'm a tattoo artist and a metal artist I was so happy that night. I just landed a big gig I was going to set up shop with a mjaor player. It was Thanksgiving and after a few cheers at the bar with my friends over the landing of the new shop I was to open I needed to leave I needed to head home to see the Family and eat that turky I could smell that chockalet pie..
She and I were suposed to go together and try to work things out. She was to come wih me on my trip home but I called that off too.
It was so cold that night the snow was blinding. I lifted my last bag into the truck and I looked up at the sky and I took a deep breath..I better get going before the weather gets worst. I herd a pop sound. I thought to my sef that some one is playing with fire crackers.
I hit the ground like a sack of shit. THUMP ! The ground was cold and I tried to move but I could not move. I heard a scream "YOU SHOT HIM" Out of fear that I would get another bullet I layed still as if I were dead. I begane to feel warmth all over me. From my waist up to my neck up to my cheeck. I could see out my eye that it was my blood. I began to become sleepy. I thought to my self that dieing is not so bad. It's like going to sleep. Latter I found out that I was in shock. More blood was comming out of my back then my heart could pump. I wanted to tell my moher that every thing was ok. That it was painless. She loves me more then I desearve. I could see her crying.
Almost 2 months went by I open my eyes and I was in a hospital. I had made it to the hospital DOA. Some how the Gods showed favor on me and I lived. So I am paralyzed from the waist down. No Big Deal! I tried real hard I worked out every day I did every thing they told me. But each day that went by my body got worst.
Soon I could not lie to my self any more. I was f*@ked up. Bottom line . My whole life was stolen from me some one wanted me dead and with in a second my life as I knew it was over. I look out the window and cry for ever over nothing. So f*@king alone. I try to be this peson that every one wants me to be but its all fake. Inside I am dieing. My body is so messed up nothing works right. I took all my pills and was found in a car by the police but I dont remember doing it. I have over dosed 3 or 4 times and I can't remember any of them. There are not enough drugs to stop the pain. And even if there was do they make a pill to fill the void. Can they give me back every thing I lost. I am more scared of my self then any thing.
Today I will take a shower even though I could care less how I look. Today I will dress up and put on my smile and I will say Every thing is OK I'm doing great. I'm workin out. I trying real hard. I'll say what ever I need to say to get them away from me. Its so funny how quick all my "Friends" forget about me. It's not there fault. There Life go's on I understand. I don't know why I write behind you. I gues for a second I did not feel so alone. Your letter is so deep and honest and so much from the bottom of your soul. Down there is where you will find me.
#4
Posted 23 December 2006 - 04:50 PM
This is a long, difficult, Path and it will get harder in a lot of ways before it gets better.
However, if you stick with it and look deep at what you are capable of, it can get better, a lot better.
I'll be thinking of you... if you want to PM me, cool... if not, fine, I'll be sending the good stuff regardless.
Namaste'
Robert
Thomas Jefferson-
"If a law is unjust not only does a man have the right to disobey it, he is obligated to do so!"
#5
Posted 23 December 2006 - 09:29 PM
But remembering something from my uni days, a song a flatmate played, and in it, she says 'ur so vain, i bet u think this song is about u, don't u'- bt i don't know if that is msg for me, or whether the x and y was written with any intention at all. I'm telling ya, somat now, listen cos what i figure is that British music is seriously fkt up, bt American stuff, like Akon, Tupac, Eminem, is more true to street life, i think the British music is an attempt of people trying to write prophetically and failing as they are not infallible like the Prophets but are just fallible humans. i don't know, i got more music from across America than the mosh stuff of the UK. They serious head cases the British music makers, and so are most of the jinx people in this country, especially who work in the NHS.
A line in fix u, goes, "when u get what u want but not what u need'- in this age of consumerism, when u can get what u want with a click of a button, well we forget what allows us to do that, and that which allows us to do that we take for granted, the limbs, the spine, the brain, and so on. Those are the things we need. To link this line with another, which goes, 'when you lose something you can't replace' - i hope u understand now, what I am trying to elaborate or make clear.
Problem is, there is life, and there is death, everything in between is a dream, and to follow on this formula that wud mek da nxt lyf a reality.
ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS.
#6
Posted 24 December 2006 - 05:02 AM
sentenced4life'
Don't let them tell you how to feel,
Even when you're hurt and seeking help.
What they don't know is that your hurt is real
And there's nothing they can do.
Keep your face to the sun,
And keep the pain inside.
Run from the lies and indignities,
Yet convince yourself you tried.
Mostly, remember that we love you,
And remember that we care.
And when you feel there's no place to go,
Know that we'll be here.
Garry Van Kirk
Aka:bikeraccsurvivor
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#7
Posted 27 December 2006 - 02:53 AM
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Whoa, I read your story and wondered one thing...if you are a tattoo artist and a metal artist you have got it made. Most of us did work in either really physical type jobs or needed our brains to battle out some problem for a living. You have a skill that you could continue doing even with your injury. You have so much to live for as their are lot of disabled people who want tattoos, but are turned away by shops because of the possible risk and/or inaccessible shops. You could open a shop in your home and provide access to a lot of disabled individuals. You would understand their need to be different...to stand out in the crowd.
The other skill, metal artist, could be utilized to make our lives easier. You could create lamps, light fixtures etc... that are easier to turn on and off for the disabled. My friend searched and searched for a night table lamp that he could turn on and off with his arm. He finally found a metal artist to configure a long arm to turn the lamp on and off. It was the greatest thing for him. That could become your niche market.
Our pain is our pain. The mind is what you have to keep busy, so it does not focus on that pain. Sometimes, this requires us to keep really busy. I just hate to read about people allowing the injury to zap away your reason for living. Just think about it.
#8
Posted 27 December 2006 - 09:40 PM
I just wanted to tell you all that I saw such an amazing and inspiring 25 year old man on television this morning. His name is Sgt. Bryan Anderson, and he came back from Irag a triple amputee. He has only one arm. I believe that he is on the cover of the Jan. issue of Esquire magazine this month but regardless you can Google Esquire magazine and under the heading of The Meaning of Life you can read his story.
He lives most of his life in a chair like we do but here's a quote:
"I've been wakeboarding, water-skiing, jet-skiing, tubing, rock climbing, snow skiing, playing catch with my brother. I try to do the same things. I'm not going to let it stop me. We did a 110-mile bike ride from Gettysburg to Washington, D. C. Sixty miles the first day, fifty miles the second day. Hand cycle, three wheels. I ended up ripping the glove, breaking the hand, breaking the whole socket (his prosthetic hand). I might do it a little differently, but I'm still going to do it. I didn't actually get up water-skiing. I was up for a second then my arm ripped off and I fell.
I went up to Alaska for the National Wheelchair Games. I participated in two events, Ping-Pong and archery, and I won gold medals in both. I love Ping-Pong. Ping-Pong's the shit. Any real Ping-Pong player will say, No, it's table tennis, it's not Ping-Pong. But I don't care. Ping-Pong. Nobody knows it as table tennis. Most people are going to say Ping-Pong, right?
I used to be a gymnast. I started my freshman year and went to state all three years. Parallel bars, floor, rings, vault, then pommel horse. I hated the pommel horse. I may not be able to do gymnastics like I used to, but I still do little stuff. When I fall out of my chair, I do a handstand to get back in. I lift up my body, push off, and snap up."
He even wants to be a stuntman. He couldn't figure out what he wants to do with his life now so he made a list of the things that he loves and OMG it makes sense! I keep wanting to quote him but I can't put the entire article here so just look it up. It's totally worth the read it will give you vision.
Use your imagination and will and make it happen in your own life. MCB, you are obviously talented and like Califanna said, there seems to be endless possiblities for creativity and business out there for you. And, Sentenced, not only does the young man in this article accomplish some amazing things in his life but there are other young men on this site who will inspire you with their full and fulfilling lives.
**Life is indescriminate in it's suffering.
***"Worry looks around, sorry looks back, faith looks up."
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