I've been wanting to add my thoughts here since Sylvia started this thread. I'm not very good at putting those thoughts in words and my typing is terrible. Both CJ and Sylvia brought back many memories to me....of the darkness and the climb back out. Regardless if one is a CD,Ts or just a "normal" member of society, I know many have been there and I respect what it takes to not give up and carry on. We could have been looked down at as homeless, vagrants or dregs on society, but we were just...us.....things happen and sometimes its hard to get a grip on them and get sorted out.
I was evicted from my apartment (many years ago) and lived in my car with my few possesions and my dog for a few weeks. Broke, depressed, no hope. What kept me going was that dog....he didn't care if we were in a mansion or an old Mustang, he just loved me and trusted me when no one else did. Stupid me, I had to take care of him, so I started out of my ditch. Oh sure...I've my had ups and downs, but I haven't held the loaded gun since then. Life is too short and nature is just too wonderful to take an "early out".
Being "T" adds to our complexity, thoughts, problems and all. But I also think it makes us stronger.
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It is amazing how a pet can change your life. Be it a dog, cat, parrot, or what, they have the ability to keep you sane when everything else around you goes to pot. There unconditional love will transcend all else. They don’t care what you look like, where you live, or what you do or don’t do. When your down, they are they’re cheering you up. It is no wonder that pets can work miracles when all else fails.
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Its often said that most people in the US are only a couple paychecks away from being homeless. And I know a very nice woman who did the car thing with her dogs, and it was the dogs that kept her going through that rough patch.
Stephen Foster (He of Camptown Races, Old Susanna, The Old Folks at Home, and Nelly Bly, My Old Kentucky Home, I Dream of Jennie with the Light Brown Hair and the most increadible Beautyful Dreamer) is often sort of tossed aside as a novelty writer because he wrote some pretty famous songs in a Southern Black dilect, but he also wrote some pretty close to the bone stuff too. In 1855 (and if you think things look bleak now, 1855 was not exactly happy times either) he wrote Hard Times, and it "was both a reflection of recent events in his personal life and a portent of things to come. He and Jane separated for a time in 1853 and his close friend, Charles Shiras, died during that same period. During 1855, both his parents died". If you do Limewire there is a version around by Mavis Staples that will tear your heart out, and Bob Dylan did it a bunch of times in the early 90s in his live shows.
Hard Times Come Again No More
Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor:
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.
chorus:
'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary;
Hard Times, Hard Times, come again no more:
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay
There are frail forms fainting at the door:
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looking will say
Oh! Hard Times come again no more.
There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away
With a worn heart whose better days are o'er:
Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day
Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.
'Tis a sign that is wafted across the troubled wave,
'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore,
'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.
Stephen Foster (He of Camptown Races, Old Susanna, The Old Folks at Home, and Nelly Bly, My Old Kentucky Home, I Dream of Jennie with the Light Brown Hair and the most increadible Beautyful Dreamer) is often sort of tossed aside as a novelty writer because he wrote some pretty famous songs in a Southern Black dilect, but he also wrote some pretty close to the bone stuff too. In 1855 (and if you think things look bleak now, 1855 was not exactly happy times either) he wrote Hard Times, and it "was both a reflection of recent events in his personal life and a portent of things to come. He and Jane separated for a time in 1853 and his close friend, Charles Shiras, died during that same period. During 1855, both his parents died". If you do Limewire there is a version around by Mavis Staples that will tear your heart out, and Bob Dylan did it a bunch of times in the early 90s in his live shows.
Hard Times Come Again No More
Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor:
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.
chorus:
'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary;
Hard Times, Hard Times, come again no more:
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay
There are frail forms fainting at the door:
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looking will say
Oh! Hard Times come again no more.
There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away
With a worn heart whose better days are o'er:
Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day
Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.
'Tis a sign that is wafted across the troubled wave,
'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore,
'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.