Sometimes it is being appreciated for what little you can do. Or for doing your job. All I did was answer her question. I really didn't do anything special. However, because I was able to answer a question with which she was having trouble, I am now a star. My last posting - this morning … Continue reading “Thank you, David. You’ve been an absolute star!”
I've had enough. I do not want to do this anymore. The same old crap. The same old worries and doubts. The same old temptations. The same old victories and defeats. I'm not good enough. I sometimes think that Kim would be better off without me. I cannot do this anymore. Work, home, work, home, … Continue reading Not Up To Scratch
I don't know why I'm not. I grew up in a conservative Christian home. That's a small 'c' - not Conservative in what Americans think it means. Brethren church (Church of God), with churches throughout the world. I believe, I am saved. I am (back) in the church. I am married . . . and … Continue reading Not Much Of A Christian…
. . . that broke the camel’s back happened on Sunday. I was meant to help with the BBQ at church on Sunday. In fact, I had been looking forward to it. Volunteering for it to begin with. As the day drew close I began to feel a wee bit stressed, finally to the point … Continue reading The Straw . . .
How many people are you? I'm not talking about schizophrenia, I'm talking about the person you show to others. I'm a few different people dependant on the situation in which I find myself. I'm the work person, the son person, the brother person, the church person, the husband person, and probably a few more. So … Continue reading Multiple Persons
Chapter 4 Later that morning the time had come . . . It was with a sense of excitement that I heard the cell door open again, and in walked my guard. “Good morning sir. I’m afraid that the time has come. Please come with me.” All of this said in a placid tone. The … Continue reading In The Final Hours (Part 3)
Chapter 2 A knock on his cell door interrupted him. “Got a visitor here for you, mate. I can only give you five minutes, so be quick.” He was thankful for this guard. At least he had been kind to him. He reached up to his eyes and rubbed at them to clear away the … Continue reading In the Final Hours (Pt 2)
Hello, my name is David. I'm an introvert. I'm a Scot, I'm a husband, son, brother, step-dad, uncle, cousin. I'm a man. I'm 51 (and a half!). I'm a Christian - at least I try to be. I fail quite a bit of the time, but I'm still trying. I'm also a cynic. How can … Continue reading Who Is Important?
As an introvert I ofttimes find that I am forced into situations that no-one else thinks about, or takes for granted. I do not dislike people, but I don't often wish to interact with others. It gives me a feeling of dread and a heavy weight in the pit of my stomach. Buses and lifts … Continue reading In The Public Eye
I don't even know which one is me, anymore. Introvert, lover, man, husband, coward. I have spent so long being afraid, I don't know how not to anymore. Afraid of life, of dying. Afraid of success and failure. Of work and no work. Afraid of winning and losing. I am afraid of gaining what I … Continue reading How many facets do we have?