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I was just watching a video on youtube and it made me think about something. If something happened and someone came up to you with a gun or whatever weapon of their choice, asked you if you believed in God/loved God...and gave you 2 options: 1) If you say yes - they would kill you
2) If you said no, they would spare your life and let you go ...what would you do? I'm asking this because it is something that has happened in real life and I'm curious to see how many people who pick each option. You can answer this anonymously if you want, I just want to see. After I have a few people answer...I'll show you the video I'm talking about or maybe I'll just talk about it. Explain why you would choose that if you can...thats why I said you can post anonymously.
ETA: Never mind, not filtered because someone said you can't post anonymously on a filtered post, and I want to give you guys that freedom when it comes to something like this. I'm also going to screen comments so no one else but me will see.
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December 16th,
2006 5:12 pm
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We're home, safe & sound, and well rested. We both slept after I updated until our boarding call, slept through most of the flight from London to Amsterdam, and slept through most of the flight from Amsterdam to Frankfurt. She slept through the car ride home from the airport, and we both crashed when we got home for a few more hours. We're both okay now, she's playing downstairs with Brad, and I'm in the middle of getting ready to go out for dinner [its 5:15 here].
On the flight from London to Amsterdam, there was a mother sitting across the aisle from me with her 5 week old son and 23 month old daughter. She was getting a bottle of formula ready for her son, and as she was putting the water in the bottle, there was some pretty bad turbulance and she spilled it everywhere. On her 2nd attempt to get it ready, the baby was crying and she was trying to hold him and get the bottle ready at the same time. She was really struggling with it, so I asked her if she needed help and she let out a big sigh of relief and asked me if I could take the baby while she got it ready. I did, and as she was finishing getting the bottle ready, she told me she noticed I was breastfeeding Abigail and wished she was doing the same. She said she gave birth to him in a hospital in England that really was not BFing friendly, and they didn't help her at all. She didn't breastfeed her daughter because she was brought up in a family where breastfeeding was looked at as disgusting and wrong. She said she had her son by emergency c-section, and wasn't alert enough to hold him until he was 8 hours old. By that time, they already gave him formula, and they told her it wasn't safe to breastfeed him for at least 36 hours after the c-section (wtf? what kind of a doctor says that?) 36 hours came, and she asked for someone to help her nurse him, and they wouldn't. They convinced her it was too late, and she didn't really know the difference. She figured its all these doctors against her, so they must be right. She told me she admired the fact that I'm so young and I decided to stick with breastfeeding. We talked for the rest of the flight about ways to teach her son how to latch on properly, and how to bring her supply back to where it should be. She told me she would get help with it when she gets back to England. When the plane landed in Amsterdam, she gave me a hug and thanked me, and gave me her phone number, and I gave her my e-mail address and told her to let me know if she needs anything. She thanked me 34987 more times and hugged me again, and told me I was a lifesaver.
I'm so glad Abigail has never had even a drop of formula. I don't regret my decision to breastfeed her, even for a second. The challange is worth it.
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August 21st,
2006 9:14 am
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Just keep hurting me more, why not? You have already done your damage, so as you say, "what is the difference?" Right? I hope you're happy. I really hope you're happy for all of the damage you have already caused, and the damage you're causing now. I hope you're dancing and laughing about it. I hope you feel guilty for it too. I didn't deserve this. No one deserved this. You don't care about that, you don't care about a god damn soul on the face of this earth besides yourself. You just don't give a shit. You love to cause this damage and hurt everyone like this. It's some kind of a sick game for you. I hope you regret it. Just kill me a little more. Take what is left of my heart from me. Take it all from me, I don't need it, right? Apparently I don't mean shit to you. I knew it anyway, you just proved it.
Fuck you. Just...fuck you. I don't know what to think of you right now. I know you read this, and you know who you are. I would love to see what you have to say about all of this.
Just for the record, that is not about Brad, or anyone on my friends list. That's why it's a public entry.
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July 17th,
2006 11:22 am
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Mama's girl has her rules. Only approved friends can talk to her mama :) Comment here and I will decide whether I want to add you or not.
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