Cheers Bar shut down a few weeks after we made that last post, so we have now found a new place to hang-out on Friday evenings. If you are local, or just visiting, you can now find us every Friday at Bourbon Street West at 1866 Boul. Des Sources in Pointe-Claire. We sit at the small bar in the back, left side of the bar. If you do plan on coming out, let us know, so we can keep an eye out for you.
OK..I have read the comments in response to my original forum and wanted to thank all those in support. There were, however, a couple of comments that seemed maybe a little defensive. Not meaning any insult of course but wishing to express gratitude for the people here, I thought it might be helpful to let others know about an event in my past which might allow them to think about their own paradigms. Here it is in spades. When I was 13, I was raped and beaten by a male pedophile in our neighborhood. You'll not find any records of it since in those days the shame was with the victim and not the criminal. My current stance with all people is "Live and let live" but dont dare hurt anyone. I mean no criticism but thought you might have a different view of Doug and his "prejudice". We are all made up of our genetics and our past, most of which we dont control.
The people here are fabulous in so many ways it has been my pleasure to meet you.
~This was sent to me by email and I thought I would share it with all of you. ~
She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?'
The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'
Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'
The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university.'
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?' the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.
The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.'
Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.
The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.
She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I You'. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.
Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all gone.. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
has been a long time fantasy to have my first bi experience with a cpl,the thought of a women enjoying watching and joining me and a guy get it on is a total turn on,hope theres someone out there that would be interested
Bad news for me, yet again. I just learned tonight that yet another loved one has cancer (this makes the third in three years), and I am overwhelmed right now. I may be returning to the East Coast soon to spend time with them, and I don't know how long I will be there. So, before I ever really got started, I am taking a break from this lifestyle. I want to put my energies where they will be needed most right now. Thank you so much for your understanding and support. I know many of you have gone through the same situation.
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