Thursday, March 26, 2015
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Heavy, Heavy Sigh
You can bet if his parents care about him, they'd be desperately searching for him, too. God help that little fellow.
Labels: child abuse, children, sad stories, toddlers
Monday, November 24, 2014
A Feel-Good Story...
"Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on
vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band -he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window.The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'
Labels: sad stories
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Monday, September 23, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Back To The Alberta Floods
Labels: Alberta, Calgary, floods, sad stories
Monday, July 16, 2012
That Explains a Lot
I sit in front of this little boob-tube waaaay too much, and I suffer from "Senior Moments" all the time. Just walking from one room to another is enough to erase the gray cells that contain the purpose of my entering the room. I've taken to writing things down when I think of them, and taking the little scraps of paper with me when I wander into another room. Until now, though, I thought there must be some sort of force field that erases memory as one passes through a doorway.
I suppose I should take heart that global warming isn't being blamed. I'm sure there's a grant somewhere, for the taking, for anyone who can design and conduct research that finds a link.
I also suppose I should be grateful old age is still associated with treachery.
Labels: AARRRRRRGGGHHHH, humor, I've got too much time on my hands, sad stories, science
Friday, July 06, 2012
Tears In My Eyes...
A story of life's lessons learned late in life, too late for some things, but not too late for the learning in the retelling and reminiscing.
Funny how that is. Yet so common.
Read the comments, too. Although this is not truly a story about brokenness, it reminds me of the words of Ernest Hemingway:
"The world breaks everyone. But afterwards many are strong at the broken places."What it is, is a story of what we may not learn at the time events in our lives take place, but what, nonetheless, remains to teach us when we are ready for the learning. Or, more plainly, just an old fashioned youthful love story with some missing bits filled in much, much later. Poignant. Sweet. Universal.
Labels: Americans, Canuckistanis, love, sad stories, words fail, youth
Monday, April 16, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Wanna Know My Opinion?
Nevertheless, I believe she should be locked up for good.
Labels: crime, sad stories, scaaarrry
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Graham James Gets...
Two years means he has to spend seven hundred and thirty days with hardcore criminals. I hope his new bunk mates take care of things - every - single - one - of - those - days - for him (if you know what I mean).
Read Greg Gilhooly's victim's impact statement. Frankly, I don't think two years is enough. Perhaps two years for each of his victims, but not two years total.
UPDATE: The truth from one of his victims:
And another:
Sun TV has lots of videos reacting to this verdict.
Labels: 'awkey, assholes, child abuse, courts, crime, Graham James, sad stories, words fail
Friday, February 17, 2012
Hey!!
Now, go hug your daughters.
Labels: personal, sad stories, tearjerker
Friday, October 21, 2011
If It Was As Cold...
Labels: Americans, human interest, sad stories, Yanks
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Man, He Was Just Hungry!
And he's just a baby!
It's gotta be Harper's fault. Or maybe Bush's.
Labels: Awwwwee, kids these days, nature, sad stories
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Conundrum
Labels: AARRRRRRGGGHHHH, human interest, humor, personal, sad stories, science
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
BWHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The headline says it all. What a loser!!
Labels: Canadian politics, greens, Lizzy May, sad stories
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
A Bad Day for the Little Ones
Twelve-year-old Newfoundland boy improving after being shot in hip
Newborn in critical condition after mother attacked
Child pinned between train and platform dies
And baby belugas, and pigs, too!
The world is a sorry messed up place.
Labels: children, sad stories




