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Name: Jack
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Metro: Chicago
Birthday: 12/31/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: My wife, Sarah (Cervantes) and my two kids Jack and Lily. Anything that has to do with them interests me.
Expertise: Child care. Not even my own kids.
Occupation: I work in woodworking for now.
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
12/26/2005
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| Well, it's been a little while, so here's another update.
Yes, it's still the worst time of my life, but I'm still learning more about my strength as a person and my love for my family. I love my wife, Sarah Dixon. I love my children, Jack II and Lily. I miss my family, including my brothers and sisters, and their various children (some of whom I haven't even met yet). My father just told me he had cancer, and they removed it, and he was given the 'all-clear' today. I was so thankful, and it made me realize how much I love my family. I wish I were closer to all of them. I wish I were a better husband and father. I'm going to stop wishing, and start making it happen. I will be a better husband. I will be a better father. I will not pass down to my children what was passed down to me. I love you Sarah, Jack, and Lily. I will be a better man for you all, no matter what the future holds.
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| For those who may still read occasionally, it has reached month three. Three months of my life that have been the hardest, worst months to go through, but somehow they have been filled with the most personal growth I've ever experienced in my life. God has been teaching me almost every day something about myself and the world around me that I never really grasped before. Love is a choice, and not just something we can fall in and out of whenever we want. I'm choosing love, because that's what He would want, and that's what His will in my life is. | | |
| Well, now it's the worst TWO months of my life, ever. But things are looking better. I got a new job, so if anything at least my time is more occupied. I'm finding out a lot about myself, and how much I was lacking before. I've been very focused on myself, and I want that to change. More importantly, God wants that to change, so I'm working on that. I have my doubts that one single person will read this, but if anything, I guess this is more for me. A sort of journal, to see where I was at during this time in my life. I'm very hopeful, but I'm not sure where God is going to take me. I'm trying to enroll in school and I need to get that finished. I miss people in my life very much right now. I love people in my life more than I ever have before. If you're reading this, then you're a friend of mine, so give me a call, because I'm sure I miss you (even if you doubt that). | | |
| Worst month of my life. Ever. Give me a call or contact me somehow if you want to know why, or if you just want to say hi. Praying would also be great. Pray for me, and my family. | | |
| Depression is like a piece of fine jewelry that is born on the back of slaves and injustice. You can wear it all you want, and some people will notice and some may not, but you know the attention you get from it just isn't quite right. It shouldn't be there. You shouldn't have it. This ornament that you adorn yourself with is not supposed to be. It was not made in honesty and sincerity. You wear it with shame, knowing that you can take it off. The difference between jewelry and depression is that one of them garners very positive attention, while the other is negative. I don't know if negativity can breed a positive situation, but I doubt it very much so. You have to shake it off. Start new. Know that the sunrise brings a new day, and that a new day brings hope. You take that tainted jewelry that you wear, and you throw it away, back to the soil where it came from. Back to the dirt where it belongs. It isn't always easy, mostly because we like the attention, but we know it's wrong. You don't need to replace it right away. You don't have an 'empty spot' where it was. There isn't a void to fill. You just have less attention drawn to you, and sometimes that's a good thing. Helps us remember who we are. Maybe I'll get a new necklace to wear, maybe not. Maybe I'll always remember the necklace I had, but if at all possible, in order to do what's right, I won't be wearing that necklace again.
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