Stu’s World: Post Picks For August Thru November

Man, there have been some amazing posts shared here of late. And of course, I can't wait to share them with you😊 But before I do that allow me to introduce you all to a very dear friend of mine. Her name is Dana and we go way back! Also like most of us she…

Stu’s World: Post Picks

I have not done one of these in a while now so I figured it was past time to share some of my favorite posts. Many of these have been in my reader saved for future Post Picks but I just never did them. I will try to be better y'all. I just don't know…

Out Of My Hands

We have all been there!

I love this post so much. True honesty in sharing one’s story!

Please head over and leave Sarah some loving comments and encouragement!

Tales of both real-life and fiction, personal and pure enjoyment. Come explore where fantasy and reality blur the lines.

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The worst feeling… Useless trash

Probably the hardest most frustrating thing, I’ve had to experienced is when things are totally out of my hands. Experiencing hopelessness, pain, struggling, loss, fighting, and sickness… just bad things at every turn and it’s out of my hands…. There’s nothing I can do to change it. It’s the absolute worst, most suffocating feeling, I have ever felt in my life.

When you think about things that you can’t choose, the first things that comes to mind for me, is being born and to whom, or how your treated as a child. These things can stick with you for a really long time… I know.

A positive experience as a child can be night and day, to a negative one for a child’s future. But at the same time, we heard of those who were born into awful situations…

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The Day My World Stopped| Miss You Forever

Oh my gosh!

Warning!!! You will cry! This could be a trigger for some as well!

Sarah has bared her heart for us all to see. She shares her grief and her love for her cousin who passed away.

Having walked with Angie after losing Matthew I can understand everything. I’ve been there when a pair of socks in a store brings back memories and tears flow. And yet at the same time a smile. Grief is tough! It never goes away. One will always remember!

Sarah, thank you so much for sharing this heart wrenching poem that started your post! And I send a virtual hug my friend as you fondly remember your cousin🤗

Tales of both real-life and fiction, personal and pure enjoyment. Come explore where fantasy and reality blur the lines.

From my keep safe box

A Poem

I went to a party, Mom. I remember what you said. You told me not to drink , Mom, so I drank soda instead.

I felt really proud, Mom, the way you said I would. I didn’t drink and drive, Mom, even though the others did.

I know I did the right thing, Mom. I know you’re always right. Now the party’s finally ending, Mom, as everyone drives out of sight.

As I get into my car, Mom, I know I’d get home in one piece. Because the way you raised me, Mom, so responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled onto the road. The other car didn’t see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.

As I lie on the pavement, Mom, I wish you’d get here soon. How come it happen to me, Mom?…

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Reblog: The Mystery Blogger Award

Now, I normally do not reblog awards but I feel I have to with this one. 🙂 I gave the award to Sarah and she went with it for real. I so loved her favorite story and her answer to my question on what she would do if her child/children came home from being bullied…