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Scorpio story exchange :: 27 )
i am unique
As i was growing up... with a wonderfull family, a sylvanian culture from my dads side... i had a incredible life... going up north to Lake Gustav.... going to Lancaster Ontario ect... all beautiful placeses,also calm and relaxing... it was the best of times... So anyways, i would like to talk about my athletic abilities and how i got them. We had family members that lived a few houses down, and being the youngest in my family.. everyone was older than me of course. One of my reletives named "Mark" would always play sports with me... Football... baseball, street hockey-ice, tennis, soccer, golf, and basketball. I would be outside everyday with him and our my 3 sisters and his 2, playing most of them together, as a family, and mainly it would just be us two. So... him being 5 years older than me and alot more expierienced, trained me to the max everyday, he would never play easy with me, he would always hurt me, but thats just the way he played... just being agressive. So starting from the age of 3, to the age of 15 when they moved away, i would always be with this guy, playing sports with my friends and his. so when i would get hurt badly at most times... i would get back up and not even show any reaction to the pain, because it wouldn't hurt me most of the times. I was never afraid and never thought of the Consequences to the outcome of what just happend... and there were always amazed and impressed. i guess u can say im like a monk when it comes to pain, no joke. Naturaly when i play sports that i haven't played yet, i would be really good at them... and better than almost everyone or was. When i was playing dodgeball, i would hurt alot of people because or my arm. My throwing arm way so powerful it was just rediculous. i wouldn't have to wind up at all to throw it, and it was the strongest in the school i bet, and i was in grade 7 at the time, so emagine now at the age of 19, anyways.. basicly i was one of the most athletic in school.. if not, the best... i was blessed with an amazing body and health, i felt soooo healthy that words can't explain. gotta give props to my mom and my pops genes:) and i was a gorgous man. but one day at the age of 17 i lost it all... i stoped eating properly for about 2 weeks, and my body was effected by it so badly. my body basicly shut down.. and eat almost all the muscle off my body and my heart muscle too, and who knows what else.. i was devastated. I lost all my health and so on..., i didn't want to do anything i wanted to exscape from reality... but i was deturmind to get it back..., i knew it was going to be hard since... when u get to the age of 18 ur body doesn't repair cells anymore really, it slows down basicly, so i had to train hard and watched my health. i had to eat a large ammount of food. equivelent for 3 people.. to reverse the effects of my body shutting down... this went of for 3-4 years, but on the second year i was starting to retain back normal health, just a bit, but now im not 110% like i used to be.. im im going to try my best.. im starting to feel good again, hardly an improvment tho, just to let u know the extent of how good in shape i was. im really depressed about it still. i dont know what to do with my life. im still trying to stay healthy by bringing my cardoavascular system up. and its slowly.. working. I also lost alot of my athletic abilities but im geting those back as well,. just gotta pratice, but its hard to when, everyone u know is growing up and doesn't have the time on thier hands to play sports with u, im starting to look like a a really good looking man again, im happy about that, i got my body back, by joining a gym and doing safe and entense work outs... oh and i forgot to say that i got diabetes. i got them when i was 13 and there was so history of it in my family, i just eat to much for my body to produce enough insulin. i never let it slow me down, i everything i was doing still.. when i didn't have it..., when i tell people that i have that disease, they dont believe it, because u would exspect a diabetic to be fat not so in shape ect.. i was the opposite, and i was probably the most healthiest diabetic in the world, and im not being ignorant or indenile when i say this, im a very truethful person, i hardly swear or get mad... im very relaxed ect, all great essentials. Anyways.... theres more i can talk about and lost i left out... so if u want to contact me and ask questions about me, "vice versa" go ahead:) (peter_faric@hotmail.com
 Monday, October 03, 2005 at 22:00 |
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Scorpio story exchange :: 26 )
Twice in a LIfetime
When I was 25 I was living in NYC, single, working woman. I worked at a law firm in lower Manhattan as a word processor. I had met a young man, also 25, a few years earlier and exchanged phone numbers. I didn't go out with him right away. I figured since he was very good-looking, all the women were after him, former bodybuilder, I didn't trust him, but we talked for many, many hours on the phone. I really enjoyed talking with him and we had great conversations. He was very articulate, funny, interesting. We became more serious. A few months later when I told him I THOUGHT I was pregnant, he immediately told me he'd pay for it.
"Pay for what?"
"For an abortion."
I told him I wasn't getting one. Little did I know the significance of his actions. In the coming months, I'd call and call his house. He was always "on the other line." Meanwhile my belly was growing. I was carrying his child. I gave birth to my daughter on July 24, 1988. He wasn't there for me and I decided to move back home to Virginia and raise her as a single parent.
In the meanwhile I had forgiven him, sued him for child support successfully and gotten a career as a court reporter. It was hard, but my mother helped me and God protected and healed me. I never told my daughter anything negative about her father. I let her form her own opinions.
When my daughter was 15, she wanted to search for her father and was determined to find him. By this time, I had moved out of my mom's house and had my own home. I let her search for him, though reluctantly. She found him through all of her research online in 2003 and we all talked on the phone. I remember the Sunday that my daughter talked with her father for the very first time. I was on cloud nine. I couldn't believe it. It was a miracle after all of these years that we had actually reconnected. He lived 800 miles away from me and we planned a reunion about three weeks later.
When he arrived it was in the wee hours of the morning after a 10-hour drive. My daughter had fallen asleep and I remember being sooooo nervous. When I opened the door I couldn't believe it. He looked the same as he did 16 yrs. earlier and he said I hadn't changed at all. It was like everything I had went through hadn't happened and we hugged for about 20 minutes. He went upstairs and met his daughter for the very first time and we took about 25 pictures with his digital camera. It was great...
We got married nine months to the day we reconnected. I had fallen in love with him and I had no idea how much until the day he left, which was two months after we got married. I came home from work and his things were gone. He actually came in the door five minutes after I realized what had happened and he brought my debit card and gave it to me, told me he took $200 out my account to get a rental car to see his kids. I can't begin to tell you how devastated I was. He was supposed to start a new job the following week. And he's been gone almost a year and I still don't understand why and my family and friends don't get it.
He has a web site where he gives "advice" to his black brothers and sistas and has some art for sale. But what about me, the wife who he abandoned and his daughter who he rejected? The only way she can see him is to look at his sorry web site. My heart still aches for him. He won't talk to me or his daughter. I have thought of him every day for 11 months and I've never been through so much pain. My daughter was traumatized. We were so happy, we used to say it was too good to be true. We had all these inside jokes and things. I truly believe if he got help with his issues that he would contact us.
I know he had some issues he was dealing with before we got married with the mother of his other children and that she told him to leave me. He is heavily influenced by not only her but other negative people who encourage him to not talk to his daughter and that really hurts me more than anything else. He doesn't want to divorce me because he could have done so a long time ago. I have stopped calling him and emailing him because it wasn't working. We just hurt each other with electronic words. No one may believe this but I know he loves me.
He is living with someone who indulges in ungodly religious activity and he told me this himself. All I can do is pray for him, which I do every day, and I know that God is working on him. He posted a poem on his site that I knew was about me and no one else would have understood it. It basically said he listened to the lies of others and how it destroyed the relationship and how he longs for that sense of home, of belonging.
I am doing my best to move on with my life.
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Monday, September 12, 2005 at 20:16 |
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Scorpio story exchange :: 25 )
A memory
My childhood was different than most. My father stayed at home due to his paranoid schizophrenia. My mother worked as a waitress to support us. Most significantly I recall my parents fought violently every day. My mother and I were not allowed to go out except a few times per year. I spent so much time alone in my room I grew indifferent. Very much in my own little world. So...mom left the summer I was thirteen. I don't blame her, she had been a victim in his sick domain long enough. I remember waking up one day and looked out my window. There was dad sitting on the bench outside. I joined him and asked him what he was doing. "Waiting for your mother to get back.", he replied. "How long has she been gone?", I asked. "Since Friday.", he said. It was Sunday. I told him matter-of -factly that she wasn't coming back. Hearing it made it real and dad was never the same. I was never the same. Anyway, this is the end, beautiful friend, THE END
Friday, September 02, 2005 at 04:04 |
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