Post a *short* paragraph about your life.

[ido]

April 2005:

I pick up the phone and dial my dad's cell. I cradle the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I scoop Jesse up from his blanket on the floor. He's five months old and has just rolled from his tummy to his back for the first time. My dad answers and I share the milestone with him. We continue to talk as I head down the hallway towards Jesse's room. It's morning nap time for him. I settle him into his crib and turn to close the blinds in his room. As I start to close the blinds, I notice something very strange across the street in my neighbor's driveway. "Hey Dad, I need to go. It looks like there is someone lying in Maryann's driveway."

 

[deliciousBass]

Gosh ya'll love those suspenseful cliffhangers... here I'll give it a try:

Sandstorm. There is less than 3 feet visibility and like an idiot, I'm wearing contact lens. Sand and grit are everywhere and my eyes are watery from the irritation.

An attack is imminent so we are all in our fighting positions. Behind me I can hear that Pvt. "Coffee" is crying.. "Will I ever see my daughter again?" The sergeant comforts her, "Yes you will, don't worry about it... you will be okay."

I'm not so confident. I am replaying my life over in my head. I am too young to die!

A shadowy figure begins to move in my field of fire. I point my M249 SAW (Squad Automatic Machinegun) at what I assume to be an insurgent. I hold my breath and begin to squeeze the trigger...

 

[ido]

I hang up with my dad and my mind begins to try and make sense of what I'm seeing. I know that Margie, a stroke victim from next door, is friends with Maryann. I assume that Margie has fallen as she was crossing the street back to her home and is waiting for someone to help her up. I decide to dial 911 as I head out the front door to see what is going on.

I am halfway down my front walk, telling the 911 operator that someone has fallen, when I realize that it is Maryann lying there, not Margie. She's not moving. I rush across the street, frantic now. Still talking to the 911 operator, I lean over Maryann. Her eyes are open and glazed over, her mouth is deep blue. "Oh my gosh, she's dead!" I cry out and tears start to stream down my face.

I run next door to Ed and Lynne's house, pounding on their door. Eddie has just gotten home from his night shift. "Maryann's dead!" I blurt out in my shocked state. They rush out of the house with me. Eddie begins CPR and I stand there numb and panicked.

The police and ambulance arrive all at once. What seems like an eternity has been a matter of about 3 minutes. Everything feels like it's moving in slow motion. I start to feel sick to my stomach as I watch them ripping Maryann's clothing back to put leads on her and continue CPR. They move quickly to load her into the ambulance for transport. Eddie, Lynne, and I hug and then Eddie leaves in his truck to follow the ambulance to the hospital.

Later that morning, Eddie comes over and tells me that Maryann had suffered a massive stroke. The doctors said she probably felt sleepy/woozy, then passed without feeling any pain. He tries to ease my guilt about panicking by telling me that no amount of CPR would have saved her. I'm numb.

 

[deliciousBass]

I hang up with my dad and my mind begins to try and make sense of what I'm seeing. I know that Margie, a stroke victim from next door, is friends with Maryann. I assume that Margie has fallen as she was crossing the street back to her home and is waiting for someone to help her up. I decide to dial 911 as I head out the front door to see what is going on.

Are these elderly women? You seem awful calm lol. You should be like an ER doctor or something

 

[ido]

The next night, I am lying on the couch and can't stop thinking about Maryann. I can see her in my mind and she is calling out my name over and over. It is very unsettling and I try to shake myself free of the sensation.

Jesse woke up around 3 AM for a feeding, so I got him from his crib and brought him back to my room with me. When he was done, I took him back to his room and stepped back into the hallway towards my room. As I stepped into the doorway of my room, I felt a pulse and saw the brightest, whitest light flash before my eyes that I've ever seen in my life. I jump and my heart begins to pound. I can't explain what it was, but it feels like it was supernatural. In my heart, I believe that it was Maryann - but I will never know for sure.

 

[ido]

Maryann was 69 and Margie was in her 70s. I wasn't calm so much as I was moving in slow motion. I freaked out (as you can see from what I added to the post) when I realized that she was dead.

I called my ex and was such a blubbering mess, all he could make out were the words "Maryann" and "dead". He hung up with me and raced home b/c he knew something was wrong. lol

 

[GQ Chris]

I'm not going to take a whole paragraph.

Basically here goes... GQ Chris was born March 1975. He grew up... and then... he discovered Women. An APB was put out across all lines... "Houston, we have a problem"

 

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I draw closer to Him in my spirit as my desire for intimacy increases.
“Don't make me sternuere.” He says.
I've passed the point of no return and I press in harder and faster. My heart beats with determined and unceasing pounds within my chest.
“I want you more, Lord. More God!” I whisper with unashamed and reckless abandon.
My fervency and tenor of tone escalates as I feel my very most inward of parts about to break out into some kind of mix between a physical and spiritual ecstasy I've never known before, but dreamed to experience ever since I came to know this great Potentate.

Quietly, softly, in stillness, I hear His voice gently say, |”I will show you my glory. I love you, My child.”

Keep seeking Me with all your heart, soul, strength, and mind. Don't give up. Don't relent. I will come to you.”

These sensations reach their zenith until I can no longer contain or refrain myself. My body shakes. My heart races like a triple-crown winner.

I throw my head back in the most incredible joy I've ever felt in my entire life.

Meanwhile, an eternal numbers of nerves, as many as the number of His thoughts to me; make their way to the mind of the Infinite, and I recall His words of love to me from long before:
“Honor, power, and majesty belong to Me: for I created all things, and for My pleasure they are and were created.” At last I can tell the time of culmination has come for the Lover of my soul to receive the worth He is due.

And then somewhere enthroned in the glories of heaven Jesus sneezes.