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By telling my truth through my writing about my past and present life I am hoping to meet friends in recovery or friends trying to get clean and sober. Friends who are Christians and friends who just want to be friends.I am a survivor of sexual, emotional and physical abuse and I am against any kind of abuse including animal, child, and elderly abuse. I am also a two time suvivor of breast cancer only by the Grace of God. ..

I am strong, you know,Tried by experts Left lonely on bare floors And hated by those who loved me. Nights of sadness have not taken away my life. Nor days of melancholy and madness. I am a quiet cave hidden in ocean rocks, A fir tree watching giant redwoods rot away. A patch of grass at the edge of a roaring river, A stone that has  known the desert's heat and survived till the sun was gone. I am strong you know, Oppressed by tyrants, Abandoned on dark nights and cursed by those who praised me. Winters raging has not bowed my head, nor years of loneliness and aging. I am a silent spring trickling down the mountains, A patch of snow refusing to melt A patient crack in granite rocks. A tree that was bent at birth has not fallen in the cold wind. I am strong you know, some kind of woman has somehow grown, I like the strength that lovers give, But I am strong enough alone. .

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In Memory Of David

To Whom It May Concern So now little man your're tired of grass, LSD, alcohol, cocaine and hash When someone pretending to be a true friend, said let me introduce you to Mr. Heroine I'm so very powerful, I'm sure you've been told, pound for pound more expensive than gold I take you places that you'd never been, rob you of your self-esteem, then grin You'll shoot me in your veins on a daily basis, and as long as you have money you'll swear your in an oasis When your money runs out you'll sell all your things, then you'll even sell your moms wedding ring The vomit, the cramps, the withdrawal pains, can only be eased by my little white grains I'm grown in fields and manufactured to taste, but I'm nothing more than poppy seed waste You'll try to recover again and again, but you little man, I'm your biggest friend You ingest me in your system once again, and it only gets worse, shoot me again I'll take your mind, body, soul and heart, and then you'll be mine, till death do us part. WRITTEN BY MY SON DAVID AUGUST 26, 1961-AUGUST 14, 2001

Vivian Gale created this video of David's poem

I give you this one thought to keep -- I am with you still - I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not think of me as gone -- I am with you still -- in each new dawn.

   

Amazing Grace, How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now I'm found Was blind, but now I see. T'was Grace that taught my heart to feel And Grace my fears relieved. How precious did that Grace appear The hour I first believed. When we've been there ten thousand years Bright shining as the sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise Then when we first begun. Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I'm found, Was blind, but now I see.

And acceptance is the answer to all my problems today.  When I am disturbed, it is because I find some person, place, thing, or situation-some fact of my life-unacceptable to me, and I can find no serenity until I accept that person, place, thing, or situation as being exactly the way it is supposed to be at this moment.  Nothing, absolutely nothing happens in God's world by mistake.  Until I could accept my alcoholism, I could not stay sober; unless I accept life completely on life's terms I cannot be happy.  I need to concentrate not so much on what needs to be changed in the world as on what needs to be changed in me and in my attitudes.

The Unhappiest Person The unhappiniest person in the world is the alcoholic who has an insistent yearning to enjoy life as he once knew it, but cannot picture life without alcohol.  He has a heartbreaking obsession that by some miracle of control, he will be able to do so. Some day he will be unable to imagine life either with alcohol or without it.  Then he will know loneliness such as few do.  He will be at the jumping off place. He will wish for the end. A.A. CAN and DOES show these people a solution to their problem and its greatest recommendation is ----IT WORKS!!!

Through You the blind will see. Through You the mute will sing. Through You the dead will rise. Through You all hearts will praise. Through You the darkness flees. Through You my heart screams I am free.

  The Lord's Prayer Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy Will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever and ever.  Amen!!

Only a few more steps and then God's power shall be seen and known in my life.  I am now walking in darkness, surrounded by the limitations of space and time.  but even in this darkness, I can have faith and can be a light to guide feet that are afraid. I believe that God's power will break through the darkness and my prayers will pierce even to the ears of God Himself.  But only a cry from the heart, a trusting cry, ever pierces that darkness and reaches to the divine ear of God!! I pray that the divine power of God will help my human weakness.  I pray that my prayer may  reach through the darkness to the ear of God!!

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