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OK, seems like everytime I write in here its bad news or sad storys, so heres some good news.



I have been in the hospital 4 times this year and even died twice, was CPR'ed in my living room once and the 2nd time I was in the hospital, but both times they saved me.



Anyways, the fouth time I was in the hospital, I met a hot little gal that just got her doctor degree and was doing her internship or whatever they have to do in a hospital after schooling. And we became good friends, even dated for a few months, but now shes my doctor and doing all kinds of stuff different then the many doctors before her did, and she now has me feeling like a 20 year old again, she has been a blessing in many ways, lol.



But I have uncontrollable High Blood Pressure, so my heart over works, then my lungs cant do there job and then I drown from the inside , my lungs fill up with fluids, not fun at all. If I wait to long which I used to do cause I'm a guy, then I go into what they call congesstional heart failure, which isnt good. But anyways, I feel like a 20 year old and have a great doctor to boot...

See, good news for once, LOL

When I was about 25 I left my first wife because she was the anti-christ, and I didnt take what happened too well, so I began to drink and I mean all the time. Well, I met this lil hottie that was 18 at the time, I knew her mom who was going through some problems, and she more or less just gave me her daughter. So we became great friends and that went on for several years and I met my 2nd anti-christ wife, so me and Valerie kinda fell apart, it got real bad when I moved to Indiana, so she got mad, I knew she was hurt but had to relocate for a job and to start my Purdue Schooling. Well, I never heard from Valerie for many many years until earlier this year. We rehooked up, sparks flew, it was great again to be with my hot lil girl who had no kids, and still was as hot as when she was 18. Anyways, she called me one day upset and said she needed a favor. I told her anything and she told me she wanted to come to Tulsa, She lived in Northern Missouri, and wanted me to take her to a town here called Stillwater, OK. So I didnt ask too much and a week later she came here, we hung here at my pad for a few days and then took off driving to Stillwater. On the way there she told me what we were doing there. It wasnt good and shocked the heck outta me. I guess when she was 16 and her lil brother was 14 they were down here in Oklahoma on a church outting, which involved a campout and a river boat trip. And her and Marshall (her bro) was in one boat together and there were several boats kinda spread out going down this nasty river. Well, Marshall was stopping at each sand barge and getting out of the boat playing with friends and until this one barge was jumping back into the boat to leave. This one barge he decided to step off in the water which was only knee deep they say, but he just disappeared per everyone there, this also happened right in front of Valerie who stayed in the boat the whole time. Everyone looked for him, the grownups caught up, called the cops and so on.

Well, Valerie just stayed on the banks while this search crew looked for her brother which they found when he just popped up from nowhere about an hour later, of course dead.

Valerie dont remember too much past that and wanted to go back there and find out the rest of the story.

Keep in mind that she never left the bank, and this was under a highway with a very tall bridge, so she had no clue as too how to find it, she didnt even know the name of the river. So we first went to the newspaper and asked them for past records, (22years ago), and they told us they were all at the library so we went there and looked through hours of history on this damm machine, no luck finding the news clipping, so we went to the cop shop. They knew nothing but said they could find out for us in a few days, just then this cop came out from somewhere and asked what we wanted, we told him and found out that 22years ago he was on the resue team who was first on the scene. which was kewl because he knew the exact location and the highway number along with the river name. But then he kept talking, going into great detail about that day, where the body went under, the path they think it took, where it resurfaced, how they through him in the boat and how he looked and just wouldnt shut up, and guys, Valereie was just on her knees yelling and crying to beat hell, and this fucktard would not stop talking. So anyways, I got her out of there and got her calmed down in the car. Took her to the bridge, and took her down to the sites where he went under and popped up and held her while she cryed for an hour and a half. She was such a strong girl to go back to do this and go through all that pain again....I was very proud of my girl. But I just wanted to tell somebody this story, it was a really bad day for me.....even worse one for her, I never cryed that much in my life. Bet she didnt either. Thanks for letting me vent guys, Thanks!!!!! Oh, PS, she called me awhile back and told me thanks because I guess she had been having nightmares about that day and felt guilty because she stayed in the boat, and said that me talking to her convinced her that if she had gotten out she would of most likely been dead too....So, I guess all the pain was worth it if she stopped having bad dreams, again, thanks guys for listening

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fallenangel51
15:54 Dec 21 2009

You are a very good friend for doing that for her. The world need more friends like you.

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When I was just in my early 20's, I already thought I was a bad ass, and for a 130 lb guy I was. Well, I lived down by a large lake in a NW town in Missouri. I was a night owl just like I am now so I was always up real late, sometimes all night. My wife at the time worked third shift so I was always bored so I tryed to stay busy outside. Well, one night at about 2 am, I heard a female voice screaming at the top of her lungs, so I fiqured out where it was coming from and ran to that house. Heard her some more just yelling for someone to stop something. So I kicked the door in and entered this house, ran upstairs to find a very large older guy abusing this little girl who looked about 10-12 years old. so I grabed the guy, dragged him down the stairs and outside. I only was able to do so because I caught him by surprise. Once we got outside I let him get dressed and slapped a extremely bad beating on him. Left him on the ground and went to check on this girl, she was ok, she was all shook up, so I stayed with her for awhile til she seemed ok, told her what I did and told her she should let me call the cops, she said she would tell a aunt the next day so i went back outside to check on this sick ol dickhead who I really wanted to kill badly, when I got outside he was gone, i checked everywhere for him, couldnt find so I waited for the aunt and then I went back home which was only a couple houses down.



Well, I was sitting on my front porch when these three very large guys grabbed me and through me in a car and off we went, with them hitting me every chance I let them. They took me down by the Lake by a beach/camping area. They took me over by the levy to the Missouri river and slapped a beating on me like I never had nor would ever want again. Then they through me in the river and left me there to drown I guess or die from the bleeding i was pouring out everywhere. Well, I made it to the bank and kinda stayed there all night til morning and made my way out to get to the road where a old couple found me and got me to the hospital, I lived as you can see. So I wouldnt tell anyone what happened because I was so mad at these asswipes for almost killing me. I healed, and never went outside at home for 6 months other then to sneak out and go to a Karate school.



Well, you can probally guess the rest, I got extremely badass and all three of them guys where in the hospital for months, i really thought I killed one of them by smashing his throat in but he made it. As soon as that guy got out of the hospital, he packed his shit and moved and the aunt got the little girl, so all was good.

Lesson here I want everyone to know is, sometimes you have to do the wrong thing so the right thing may prevail..... That little girl and me are still best friends to this day, 20 years later. She turned out real good for what she went through, Shes the reason I trained and learned Karate and Chinese Boxing. I would do it all again today if i had too, I hope all of you would too....

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fallenangel51
15:58 Dec 21 2009

Superhero :)

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Well, I came down to tulsa, OK from Chicago when I was 39 to be with my 16 year old daughter who wanted to live with her daddy. So I got out of my contract with Farmland Foods and moved to Tulsa. Didnt know anyone so I got on line in Yahoo and started talking to folks. I met this very pretty young gal who liked older guys so I asked her out. She was only 20 but we got along great and eventually moved in together.

Well, she had a childhood sickness called systic fribrosis which is a type of lung problem.

She did ok, just coughed alot and I had to feed her through a stomach tube and hook her up to an IV every night. But overall she did real well, and I enjoyed taking care of my love.



Well, two years ago when she was only 25 she had a pretty bad spell and ended up in the hospital, still doing ok it seemed, they decided to go ahead and put her on the transplant list, then I got scared.

Well, they sent her to St.Louis to wait for a lung donor but it wasnt meant to be, I lost my leslie a week after she went to Missouri. They say its better to love and lose then to never love at all........well, they are full of SHIT.......got to go, hurting now, later guys

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honeypot
05:02 Dec 20 2009

Love can be painful.

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Well, this is real and hard to believe and i'm kinda shocked I'm even telling anyone, but here it goes. I got divorced at age 35. Lived out in Indiana at the time in a huge house I built in the side of a hill. I got the land cheap because it was way out in the country, I mean nobody was close to me for 15 miles in any direction, I liked that, lol.

After you buy something you get a small book of the lands complete history, so one day I read it. It went all the way back to how these settlers coned some indians out of it right after they were ran off there land by the army. And how there used to be a house about 200 yards from where I built my house, but it was burned down in the late 1800's and a entire family was killed, they never solved the case. Anyways, I built my house and moved in and it was great. we lived there for 2 years before I threw the evil anti-christ out and sent her back to Missouri where I found her. Well, I lived there for about a year more, and I was ran out. seems I built my house on top of an old burial ground and I had several different experiences. mostly seeing crap which didnt bother me at all. But then it got real crazy, I had a large water bed, It was great, had this thing for 10 years or so. It got to the point that almost every night I slept in it I felt like the was someone walking on mmy bed with me in it. Well, I kinda nuts anyways so I just ignored it and just kept sleeping there. Then one night, I was sleeping there and my girlfriend just left cause she worked the third shift at the police station and then about an hour later something jumped on my bed so hard, it really through me completely out of my waterbed onto the floor. I couldnt believe it and went to the other bedrooms downstairs and slept there. Well, two nights later, My Gf came back to sleep there, it was her night off so i would have her all night. She laughed at me when she saw i was sleeping downsatirs in the kids old bedrooms and I never told her what happened becuse she would laugh at me and I wouldnt get sex, lol. So afterwards she left me downstairs and told me she was going upstairs cause she wanted the warm waterbed. I let her, never said a word to her. About three hours later I heard a extremely loud and bloody scream from her so I ran upstairs, and she was loud cause this house was 4500 sq feet, it was huge. I got to the bedroom and she was on the floor shocked and told me something through her off the bed. I told her my story and I sold the house the next month. That was 9 years ago and even after I sold it, it still sets empty to this day, this beautiful house built in the side of a hill with the walbash river in its front yard. Built on top of an old cemetary.......true story, there is ghosts with us, i promise you that!!!!!

Well, believe it or not I used to go to church half dozen times a week, and did alot of door knocking in the neighborhoods. We always went in pairs for safety, and two was better then one anyways. Well, this one night, my buddy couldnt go with me, she had some family troubles so I decided to defy the minister and go by my self, in doing so I also picked out a really poor area. Well, I parked my car and the first house didnt have any lights on so went to the next. Saw about two dozen houses and talked to many folks and had a very good night, so I decided to head home, it was about 9pm. I got back to my car and as I was getting in I saw that the first house which was dark earlier now had lights on, and even though it was very late, something told me to go knock on the door. I did, and no one came, so I knocked several more times cause I heard someone in there. Finally a voice yelled at me, come in the doors open, which it was so I went in. What I saw was a very run down, and mostly empty house. A young guy was sitting in a recliner looking pretty rough and was just staring at me with a real odd look. So we talked and he told me a few things about his wife leaving, he couldnt see his son, and other stuffs, so I invited him to meet me at our church on sunday and I told him I'd meet him at the door and he could sit by me in the front role. So I left and went home. Sunday came, and I'd already talked to the minister so he was aware of this kids issues. He showed up at the last minute and I said hi, let him meet the minister and we sit down. The minister gave a great speach as always but at the end of the service he started talking about this boy, which was really rare. He told everyone his story and even invited him up to tell his story himself. So this kids up there in front of 1000 folks and telling everyone what he told me. But then he got to the part of me coming to his house, and he told everyone he was sitting in his chair, just got home from trying to see his son with no luck, was very upset and crying, and then he shocked even me, he told everyone that he just proped a shotgun up from the floor to his chin and had his finger on the trigger and was just getting ready to pull the trigger and yelled up at God and said, God, if you dont want me to do this give me a sign.........and I knocked on his door at that exact moment.......everyone was crying and yelling in the church and I was shocked....I never have been in a church since....I guess I worked for the big guy at least once...