I'm having a miserable time gettin into the spirit

[Megbert]

No job. probably lose the house. can't tell if gf of going on 3 years. If she really wants to be a part of 'us' anymore. I am back in school for pharmacy tech since i've been unemployed since july 17. I am doing a bit of side work - laying out newspaper publications once a month. Guess I am just feeling miserable right now. Hopefully it'll pass if not well then I just don't know what I'm gonna do. - MERRY CHRISTMAS

[Demonpenz]

This time of year always seems the toughest for me. All my friends I had growing up got married and are doing the family thing, every outting seems to be couples outting leaving me feeling awkward I am the only single one there. I would feel alright if I was out on the prowl or whatever, but it seems whereever i go everyone has a boyfriend or spouse. I was seeing a girl a couple years ago at this time but she dumped me for a different guy.

[seclark]

1972
Christmas day...my birthday. my mother and us kids were living w/my grandmother in st. louis. mom had just packed us up and left my dad a month earlier. dad was in a detox ward 150 miles away. after we left him, he'd hit rock bottom, quit his job before he was fired and checked himself in. we had no money, food came from grandmas job. didn't know what the future had in store for us. the only gifts we got was a bag of oranges from the lady next door.

we'd gone to my aunts house for Christmas dinner. it was awful. people were trying to be nice, because they all felt sorry for us, i guess.

about 1:30 the doorbell rang. i went up and answered it. i opened the door to see my father standing there, not knowing whether he'd be welcomed or not. he'd started working on the detox ward, helping w/new patients and such. they had a patient that needed sent to st.louis for something, and he was allowed to help bring him down. it was the first time i ever remembered hugging my father(12 years old). he was only there for about 15 minutes, but he told us all how he was doing his best to get himself straightened out, and if possible, we could all be together as a family again.

he did. he got out and got a job, eventually going back to what he did when everything blew up. two weeks later, i moved back w/him. the next week, so did my older brother. two weeks after that, mom and my sisters came back. he stayed sober and was the best father i could ever have for the last 36 years of his life.

1972
Christmas day. the best Christmas i ever had. no gifts. just hope.

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[ChiTown]

Originally Posted by seclark

1972
Christmas day...my birthday. my mother and us kids were living w/my grandmother in st. louis. mom had just packed us up and left my dad a month earlier. dad was in a detox ward 150 miles away. after we left him, he'd hit rock bottom, quit his job before he was fired and checked himself in. we had no money, food came from grandmas job. didn't know what the future had in store for us. the only gifts we got was a bag of oranges from the lady next door.

we'd gone to my aunts house for Christmas dinner. it was awful. people were trying to be nice, because they all felt sorry for us, i guess.

about 1:30 the doorbell rang. i went up and answered it. i opened the door to see my father standing there, not knowing whether he'd be welcomed or not. he'd started working on the detox ward, helping w/new patients and such. they had a patient that needed sent to st.louis for something, and he was allowed to help bring him down. it was the first time i ever remembered hugging my father(12 years old). he was only there for about 15 minutes, but he told us all how he was doing his best to get himself straightened out, and if possible, we could all be together as a family again.

he did. he got out and got a job, eventually going back to what he did when everything blew up. two weeks later, i moved back w/him. the next week, so did my older brother. two weeks after that, mom and my sisters came back. he stayed sober and was the best father i could ever have for the last 36 years of his life.

1972
Christmas day. the best Christmas i ever had. no gifts. just hope.

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Beautiful story, sec.

Thanks for sharing.

[Jilly]

Originally Posted by seclark

1972
Christmas day...my birthday. my mother and us kids were living w/my grandmother in st. louis. mom had just packed us up and left my dad a month earlier. dad was in a detox ward 150 miles away. after we left him, he'd hit rock bottom, quit his job before he was fired and checked himself in. we had no money, food came from grandmas job. didn't know what the future had in store for us. the only gifts we got was a bag of oranges from the lady next door.

we'd gone to my aunts house for Christmas dinner. it was awful. people were trying to be nice, because they all felt sorry for us, i guess.

about 1:30 the doorbell rang. i went up and answered it. i opened the door to see my father standing there, not knowing whether he'd be welcomed or not. he'd started working on the detox ward, helping w/new patients and such. they had a patient that needed sent to st.louis for something, and he was allowed to help bring him down. it was the first time i ever remembered hugging my father(12 years old). he was only there for about 15 minutes, but he told us all how he was doing his best to get himself straightened out, and if possible, we could all be together as a family again.

he did. he got out and got a job, eventually going back to what he did when everything blew up. two weeks later, i moved back w/him. the next week, so did my older brother. two weeks after that, mom and my sisters came back. he stayed sober and was the best father i could ever have for the last 36 years of his life.

1972
Christmas day. the best Christmas i ever had. no gifts. just hope.

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That is powerful, sec. Hope is powerful.

[Hammock Parties]

Hey at least you don't go limp.

[Mecca]

I can kind of relate to this, a lot of my family just isn't close. So all these people do all this family stuff and my family it's just like ehhh, it makes you feel not normal.

[Demonpenz]

the yearwas 2009, I longed for that certain USC fan to be in my life. Pining over travis tritt dvd's he finally came back to chiefsplanet

[Mecca]

I'd like to add that Tritt shit is hilarious since I hate country music.

[Mr. Flopnuts]

Originally Posted by AZChiefFan

No job. probably lose the house. can't tell if gf of going on 3 years. If she really wants to be a part of 'us' anymore. I am back in school for pharmacy tech since i've been unemployed since july 17. I am doing a bit of side work - laying out newspaper publications once a month. Guess I am just feeling miserable right now. Hopefully it'll pass if not well then I just don't know what I'm gonna do. - MERRY CHRISTMAS

You're doing this to yourself. You're insecure because you're not providing financially as you have up until about 6 mos. ago. If you project this on your gf, she won't want to be a part of it for much longer. Make sure you talk with her. Explain how YOU are feeling and get some feedback from her. After that, put it away. Do your very best every day and worry about the rest of it as little as possible.

The mark of a man is found when he's at his lowest. Not when he's on top of the World. I wish you luck my friend.

[Radar Chief]

Originally Posted by Delano

LIFE:

[El Jefe]

Originally Posted by seclark

1972
Christmas day...my birthday. my mother and us kids were living w/my grandmother in st. louis. mom had just packed us up and left my dad a month earlier. dad was in a detox ward 150 miles away. after we left him, he'd hit rock bottom, quit his job before he was fired and checked himself in. we had no money, food came from grandmas job. didn't know what the future had in store for us. the only gifts we got was a bag of oranges from the lady next door.

we'd gone to my aunts house for Christmas dinner. it was awful. people were trying to be nice, because they all felt sorry for us, i guess.

about 1:30 the doorbell rang. i went up and answered it. i opened the door to see my father standing there, not knowing whether he'd be welcomed or not. he'd started working on the detox ward, helping w/new patients and such. they had a patient that needed sent to st.louis for something, and he was allowed to help bring him down. it was the first time i ever remembered hugging my father(12 years old). he was only there for about 15 minutes, but he told us all how he was doing his best to get himself straightened out, and if possible, we could all be together as a family again.

he did. he got out and got a job, eventually going back to what he did when everything blew up. two weeks later, i moved back w/him. the next week, so did my older brother. two weeks after that, mom and my sisters came back. he stayed sober and was the best father i could ever have for the last 36 years of his life.

1972
Christmas day. the best Christmas i ever had. no gifts. just hope.

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Wow, man that gave me goose bumps what a story, thanks for sharing.

[El Jefe]

Originally Posted by Mr. Flopnuts

You're doing this to yourself. You're insecure because you're not providing financially as you have up until about 6 mos. ago. If you project this on your gf, she won't want to be a part of it for much longer. Make sure you talk with her. Explain how YOU are feeling and get some feedback from her. After that, put it away. Do your very best every day and worry about the rest of it as little as possible.

The mark of a man is found when he's at his lowest. Not when he's on top of the World. I wish you luck my friend.

REP, that is good stuff.

[stevieray]

Originally Posted by seclark

1972
Christmas day...my birthday. my mother and us kids were living w/my grandmother in st. louis. mom had just packed us up and left my dad a month earlier. dad was in a detox ward 150 miles away. after we left him, he'd hit rock bottom, quit his job before he was fired and checked himself in. we had no money, food came from grandmas job. didn't know what the future had in store for us. the only gifts we got was a bag of oranges from the lady next door.

we'd gone to my aunts house for Christmas dinner. it was awful. people were trying to be nice, because they all felt sorry for us, i guess.

about 1:30 the doorbell rang. i went up and answered it. i opened the door to see my father standing there, not knowing whether he'd be welcomed or not. he'd started working on the detox ward, helping w/new patients and such. they had a patient that needed sent to st.louis for something, and he was allowed to help bring him down. it was the first time i ever remembered hugging my father(12 years old). he was only there for about 15 minutes, but he told us all how he was doing his best to get himself straightened out, and if possible, we could all be together as a family again.

he did. he got out and got a job, eventually going back to what he did when everything blew up. two weeks later, i moved back w/him. the next week, so did my older brother. two weeks after that, mom and my sisters came back. he stayed sober and was the best father i could ever have for the last 36 years of his life.

1972
Christmas day. the best Christmas i ever had. no gifts. just hope.

sec

...that is by far the absolute greatest story I think I've ever read in the decade I've been here. Thank you for sharing.

My Dad took my mom's brand new car and left us when I was eighteen months old... we too had to move in with my moms' mom till i was in the third grade..it took my mom working at IBM for that lomg before she could afford to get our very first apt @ Somerset village in Raytown..it's still there..and it's small but seemed huge to me then..and we still joke about how all we had was a couch, a B/W TV, and a rubber plant...those memories of growing up in grandmas house and (even though we didn't have much), those christmas' with the smell of a real tree, nuts and candy in the stockings and the warmth and love and the spirit of giving from my grandma remains deeply rooted in my sense of the Spirit of the Season.

Merry Christmas to you and yours sec....Merry Christmas.

[SDChiefs]

Man, that sucks. Im sorry. Just try to be thankful for the things you do have. I know its hard but its what I do.

[Slainte]

Originally Posted by seclark

1972
Christmas day. the best Christmas i ever had.

Worst Christmas ever for Chiefs fans...