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Sunday, June 24, 2007

Lesson Learned

When I was in high school, due to my ignorance of the world, I attempted suicide. I felt that my life was ruined and that there was no hope that I would ever be looked at as desirable again. I did it by walking to the railing of the second story I was on, bending over the rail, and lifting my feet to drop myself on my head on the concrete below. I closed my eyes as I did this and unknowingly there was the protrusion of a rain spout of the walkway I had been on, just below where I had dropped from. The spout caught my clothes, and it saved my life by turning me enough that I didn't land head first as I had erroneously planned.

I came to, only to see my arm bending in a very unnatural position, having two elbows. I was horrified in my stupor, and grabbed my wrist with my other hand and repositioned the arm to a semblance of straight. I passed out.

I ended up in the hospital, waiting 5 days to get into an operating room, locked away in the mental ward. After getting two plates with two screws each and an 11 inch stainless steel pin inserted through my elbow through the length of the bone, I spent some 6 months in casts. They itched like crazy and I still remember when the final cast was removed, I had pencil marks all over my arm from getting anything I could get my hands on that I could relieve the itch with. This isn't the particular lesson we're interested in, among many I was to learn.

The lesson learned I am telling you of was not my own. It was of a bully clan that chose to harass me.

When I returned to school after the following summer, having had the cast removed during the summer, I rode the school bus to school. I had a few friends I made at the bus stop, as some people really are nice. There was also a stop on the same route where these bullies got on and off, on the same route. They took to calling me Superman, because in their ignorant view, I had jumped off trying to fly. Morons. They would sit in the back calling me Superman, and yelling their taunts constantly through the months. I tired of it. I knew I would have to quit ignoring them, stand my ground, and confront them.

So one day sitting on the bus waiting for the bus to load after school, they began their taunts again. I hadn't really acknowledged their presence previously and didn't really know who they were, since they were typical bullies always mouthing off to someone's back without the testicular fortitude to say such things to one's face.
I stood up, turned back and told them to shut up. One of them actually had enough nerve to say more. He was bigger than me, and unbeknown to me was actually a year behind myself. I don't remember how, but we somehow arranged that we would have it out the following morning by the pond, where it was shielded from view by trees, after getting to school.

I went home and practiced my fighting technique, working on speed, and doing push-ups to build my power. We got off the bus the next morning, and walked to the pond. He didn't want to fight. When he revealed this, I revealed I didn't either. We went to class, and I thought no more of it.

Sitting on the bus that afternoon after school, his older brother who was my size, got on, sat down, got up and pulled out a large knife, unfolding it he said nothing, but proceeded to stick the knife in the seat beside me and cut the seat up. He was under the impression I was still going to fight with his brother. Uninformed moron. I went home and prepared. I got a roll of quarters and practiced punching with it. It added a lot to the resultant impact. In doing so, I split the paper wrapper slightly, so it became necessary to tape it back together. That added to its strength. I went to the bus stop in the morning and was telling my friends about what had happened, and what I had planned, quarters in pocket.

So when the day of school was over, I made certain I was on the bus early and picked a seat near the front, well in front of where these morons sat, near the aisle. I waited.

Students filtered in, then I saw him. He got on and was moving to the back when I stepped up in front of him. With rolled quarters in hand, I aimed at his face. The additional mass caused my aim to be wide. I missed. I drew back as fast as I could and compensated. Smack right in the face. I proceeded to pummel him, then I saw a flash from my right. The brother that didn't want to fight had come up from behind me and hit me from behind. One of my friends tackled him from the side and took him out of play, pinning him down. I had a broken nose. Continuing my lesson to this would be killer, I took him down, pinning his head in the crook of my elbow against my torso. I pummeled, then hesitated. Yelling in his face, "You DON'T EVER pull a knife on me!" With that I resumed the beating, cutting his face up with my pounding. Mr. Pent, the Vice Principal was on the bus by now, since he was monitoring the bus loading that day. He stopped me and pulled us from the bus. Pulling me aside he asked me what I had used on the other guy, and I pulled my hand from my pocket with the roll of quarters. He looked down at it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a $10 bill, gave it to me and took the roll. He asked me why, I told him of the day before, the knife and the seat I had been in. He then asked me why didn't I say something, they had been trying to figure out who had cut the seat up all day.

The Sherrif's office was called, but neither of us would press charges, since if the other guy did the consequences would be both would. Mr. Pent never said anything about the roll of quarters. The guy's father was called in, and was upset that he had to leave work to attend to this. My brother was called because he was the only family that would own up to me. The two of us got 3 days suspension, which my brother somehow got reduced to one for me, the next day. I never had a knife pulled on me again, the taunting stopped, I got my $10 back, two black eyes from the broken nose, and they kept a wide berth from then on. He got to pay $400 reparations for the seat, beat, bruised, cut, humiliated by his victim and 3 days suspension.

Lesson Learned.

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At Sunday, June 24, 2007 at 5:50:00 PM EDT, Blogger Serena Joy $visitorIP said...

Oh, my. What a difficult thing to have had to go through. I hope that the fight on the bus was the last bullying experience you ever had to endure. And Charles, thank God the suicide attempt was unsuccessful. It occurs to me that Providence intervened that day in the guise of a rain spout. Thank goodness!

At Sunday, June 24, 2007 at 6:06:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

We live and learn. It was a very dark period of my life. I'm thankful now.

Sometimes we just have to fight for ourselves, push through to better times. I don't know what happened to the guy, I just hope he never got a gun. It also drives home the lesson that if you can't beat somebody without your weapon, don't pull out your weapon.

Now I have a wonderful daughter, and I think the world is better off with her. My world is. I wish I'd known then, what I later learned in life.

At Sunday, June 24, 2007 at 6:08:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

As for bullies, there's always going to be bullies. I don't bully well, though. I don't put up with too much of it. I'll let some stuff slide, but when push comes to shove, I push back.

At Sunday, June 24, 2007 at 7:15:00 PM EDT, Blogger Mike M $visitorIP said...

Charles, your quite the story teller too. Did you have formal training in writing?

At Sunday, June 24, 2007 at 7:17:00 PM EDT, Blogger MONA $visitorIP said...

this is so poignant...

11 inches metal sheets! gosh!!!

I remember my neigbour's child with the same elbow injury.I used to take her to hospital for a month to the phisiotherapist. It was so painful to see her go through that excruciating process!!

If I were you I would have told them I was indeed a superman as I had survived the jump & also to go & test their superpowers by doing similar jumps!

Bullies are everywhere! I beat up boys too! & how!!

At Sunday, June 24, 2007 at 7:18:00 PM EDT, Blogger MONA $visitorIP said...

Mike, isnt he awesome!?

At Sunday, June 24, 2007 at 7:23:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

mike m,
Thank you, coming from you, that is indeed a complement. In answer to your question, no sir, nothing more than Freshman English. Of late, I have been a fan of good Sci-fi and I have read many comic books in the past.

So what's the word on Snow's being moved into a field she obviously has a penchant for? You have connections, do you not?

At Sunday, June 24, 2007 at 7:45:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

It was an 11 inch pin.

At Sunday, June 24, 2007 at 8:45:00 PM EDT, Blogger Serena Joy $visitorIP said...

Now I have a wonderful daughter, and I think the world is better off with her. My world is. I wish I'd known then, what I later learned in life.

Things are always clearer in hindsight. It's the way of the world. Alas, we have to go through all the angst and pain to be able to see the good in the world that makes it all worthwhile.

I'm glad it all turned out well for you.

At Sunday, June 24, 2007 at 8:58:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

That's why its important to be a good parent, to save your children from having to find out themselves.

At Sunday, June 24, 2007 at 10:26:00 PM EDT, Blogger lime $visitorIP said...

oh my one who was left behind by a family member who comitted suicide i will say for even more than what would be obvious reasons...i am glad your attempt was unsuccessful.

as one who had all manner of metal and surgery to reassemble a similarly shattered arm i will say...OWOWOWOWOWOW at the description of yours. yeeecouch! i truly can feel that pain.

as one who was bullied as a kid i will also stand up and cheer at your success in standing up to them, though i am sorry it was necessary. i am glad your brother and the principal were somehow able to see the situation clearly enough to find some mercy for you.

thanks for sharing with us.

At Sunday, June 24, 2007 at 10:57:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

I'm glad. I know now that so long as there is life, there is hope. The arm was a pretty reliable weather indicator for years. I'm sorry that you underwent the torture of bullies, I know you would never let your children be bullies or be bullied.
Take care of yourself and your children.

At Sunday, June 24, 2007 at 11:08:00 PM EDT, Blogger Keshi $visitorIP said...

thats freaky Charles.

Hope ur doing ok. TC!


At Monday, June 25, 2007 at 10:44:00 AM EDT, Blogger Top cat $visitorIP said...

Thanks for sharing this story charles.
What a wonderful gift you were given by failing in your attempt to fall onto your head.

I'm glad you have grown into the fine man you are today and have a daughter as a blessing.


At Monday, June 25, 2007 at 11:08:00 AM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

Thanks, TC. I aspire to be a fine man, someday perhaps I'll be able to call myself that. Gots ta have goals.

At Monday, June 25, 2007 at 12:24:00 PM EDT, Blogger snowelf $visitorIP said...


Please know that when I read your story, the little girl who was picked on relentlessly, cheered.

It was a dark time, yes, but I am thankful it was not your time.


At Monday, June 25, 2007 at 4:54:00 PM EDT, Blogger jillie $visitorIP said...

WOW...first of all, I say bravo that your attempt to suicide was not successful! There was someone looking after you to let you know that you are a survivor. You proved that with your story about the bullies. It's sad to say that this is a part of life in all countries. I remember as a kid in grade school watching others getting bullied and teased not doing anything about it. I actually became friends with one until they started to tease me about being friends with "Bonnie". I was only in 3rd grade and didn't know or understand what was happening and stopped being her friend because I didn't want them to tease me. I wish now I would have stuck up for her and often wonder what became of her.

At Monday, June 25, 2007 at 5:37:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

I went through a great many fights through out my school years. This was the last one I got into, in school at least. We won't talk about the bar fights.

Who is to say what the reason might be for my survival? I'm certainly happy it was an unsuccessful attempt, one reason being is now I'm happy with who I have become.

From the responses I'm getting from this, there has been a lot of bullying going on for a great number of years. We need to be teaching children that differences make up a much smaller part of mankind than that of our commonalities.

We are more alike than different, and each of us deserves a minimum level of courtesy and respect, a level above what a bully brings to the playground. Of course some people seem to think that as long as they get away with mistreatment of others, that is acceptable. It is not. Some require the lesson that their treatment of others is not pleasant. That is regrettable.

On the other hand, I do not believe in killing others. For one thing it is wrong on so many levels. My own belief is that it denies the learning of a valuable lesson. I have no problem with some well placed blows to stop violence, so long as they are clearly necessary, and the minimum necessary to stop said violence. Somebody threatens me with a knife, that's clear enough to me.

Of course, I'm not one of the wisest men ever to live, so maybe I'm just mistaken or just wrong.
Your mileage may vary.

I hope for Bonnie's sake, she learned how to handle herself, be that through my rough methods, or through more refined psychological means. You should do a search for her, Classmates, perhaps?

At Monday, June 25, 2007 at 6:16:00 PM EDT, Blogger THIRD OF NEVER $visitorIP said...

On my fourth day of high school, last class of the day, a guy named Lewis Tomery started taunting me. He was whispering insults, and I just ignored him. At the end of class he walked up to me and lightly slapped me in the face, and I snapped like I've never snapped before. I grabbed him by his adam's apple and clamped down, then hit him in the temple about 7 or 8 times. The Health teacher (Mr. Walsotn....a giant at around 275) tackled me. I ended up being put in In School Suspension for the same amount of days of the asshole that started it, but I was never bullied for the rest of my high school days. Stories of the fight the time I graduated I had sent him to the hospital and cracked his eye socket; not true, but a good story.

At Monday, June 25, 2007 at 6:17:00 PM EDT, Blogger THIRD OF NEVER $visitorIP said...

As for the suicide, I've never contemplated it, but several times in my teenage years I did consider getting on a bus and just disappearing.

At Monday, June 25, 2007 at 7:56:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

Its like they say, actions speak louder than words. Sounds like the guy was asking for it, I'm glad you were the generous sort to give him what he needed. Isn't it great the way that works, you just kick some ass, and they go away. I'd imagine you weren't the biggest kid around, probably closer to the opposite.

Sorry to hear about the teen years, but I'm glad you never considered suicide.

Just checked out your site. I wish I were musical. Gimme a beat, I'll turn it into Math Core without trying. Everybody will wonder "what the hell?" No rhythm. Give me a tune, I'll turn it into howling dogs and cats in heat. No pitch.

At Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 4:28:00 AM EDT, Blogger Peter $visitorIP said...

I never had any suicide thoughts, nobody ever attacked me by violence and I certainly never wished to attack somemone... Am I normal?

At Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 8:04:00 AM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

Its great you never did, and I'd have to give you a resounding "yes."

At Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 1:48:00 PM EDT, Blogger Akelamalu $visitorIP said...

I saw you commenton The Experiment and just popped over to say hello.

I'm glad your suicide attempt failed but your account of the bullying brought back memories of my own unhappiness at the hands of bullies, and that of my two sons. I realised that the only way to deal with them was to stand up to them, and taught my boys the same - thankfully it worked. I wish I, and my boys, hadn't had to resort to violence though to solve the situation. Thanks for sharing your memory.

At Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 4:27:00 PM EDT, Blogger Dan $visitorIP said...

Charles, I had no idea. All I can say at this point is ... I'm very glad for that rain spout. Hugs.

At Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 5:46:00 PM EDT, Blogger Peter $visitorIP said...

Thanks Charles! I feel better now!

At Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 5:51:00 PM EDT, Blogger Snow White $visitorIP said...

I'm glad your attempt was unsuccessful, as I've been enjoying your writing for some time now. I often wonder if people who commit suicide realize what those left behind go through. Do they honestly think no one cares, that those closest to them will ever be the same again? I wasn't worried about myself, but after my husband's one and only (successful) attempt, I was extremely upset by the lasting effects on our daughter and his mother. I'm glad you were able to get revenge; it's something I'll never realize.

Thanks for your wonderful writing; I look forward to reading much more!

At Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 6:29:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

Welcome. Please feel free to chime in anytime.
I'm glad that your sons don't have to put up with it now. Unfortunately, that's all some people seem to understand. The good things are that your son's are empowered and less apt to allow it, and that the bullies now may have some empathy for how it feels to have their own butts kicked.

Thank you, Bud. You really couldn't have known how good I felt about your walk. Were I there, I'd have walked with you, and I'd have given you a friendly (manly) hug.

Glad you feel better, although I think you're incredibly lucky to have had the parents you did. You never should have felt anything but good.

snow white,
Welcome. I had no idea you had been reading. You should pipe in on discussions, its always a good thing to have other viewpoints, even if they aren't different. :D
I'm sorry to hear about your husband. I really don't think people do think of the loved ones they leave behind. My own experience is that its due to a loss of hope and not being able to see the way out.
Revenge isn't all its cracked up to be, sometimes after things like this it makes you feel like you've sunk to their level (which, I suppose you have), but it is sometimes necessary.
On a different note, has G-man read your profile?

The advantage to being smart is you can do smart work and the stupid stuff. Stupid can only do stupid work.

At Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 7:02:00 PM EDT, Blogger snowelf $visitorIP said...

Well, I can say that in my case, I did think of them...I thought of "how much better off everyone would be." And I believed they would be. When you are that far gone, your reality becomes so warped, it's unbelievable the way you think.

Now I look back and I can't believe how I thought and felt at that time...and I'm so thankful I didn't miss out on the rest of my life.


At Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 8:14:00 PM EDT, Blogger Snow White $visitorIP said...

Thanks for the welcome. I'm a bit on the shy side, but I'll chime in when I think I can add something without embarassing myself! ;-)

To answer your question, I don't know if G-Man has read it or not. Is there something in there I should be worried about? :-o

At Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 8:15:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

I seem to remember having thought similar things at some point.

We are glad you didn't miss out on it too, Snow. We'd have missed out on the wonderful girl we love (and your stories, but that's not as important as you.)

I'll tell you what though, I get pissed when I hear people talk about cowardice. It has nothing to do with being a coward. Cowards run from death.

I also think it has a lot to do with parenting, or rather lack of parenting. You have to equip your kids with all the tools of the mind and heart you can. One of those is to give them the sense of being loved that everyone deserves.

At Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 8:23:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

snow white,
(Gee, now I'm going to have to use full names.)
I'm just certain he'll enjoy reading your interests.

At Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 8:58:00 PM EDT, Blogger Snow White $visitorIP said...

I appreciate your view on suicide not being an act of cowardice. My daughter got really upset one day when that topic was brought up in her English class, by her favorite teacher, and a good friend of mine. Of course the teacher wasn't thinking about my daughter being in there when she expressed her opinion, and was horrified when she realized what had happened. The topic came up in my class as well, when we studied Caesar. I would like to have added my thoughts to the conversation, but it was a bit too close to home at the time. And some of the students, realizing my situation, were visibly uncomfortable as well. I could probably talk about it now.

Hmmm... my interests are varied. Upon reflection, I should probably alter my list a little... but hey, I probably won't! ;-)

SnowW (does that help?)

At Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 9:24:00 PM EDT, Blogger snowelf $visitorIP said...

I don't mind sharing my name. I've never gotten to do that before! :)

And I totally agree--I get so pissed off when people say it's the coward's way out! It's not. For me, it was about living life in unbearable pain and sometimes worrying that my pain and over attention seeking actions were hurting other people. It was feeling like I was worth nothing and then having people around me confirm it on a daily basis by making fun of me. I felt the only way the pain would ever end was if I took myself out of the equation.

And I think it has A LOT to do with parenting and a mix of depression, but not always... for some people it's just the parenting and sometimes it's just the depression.

I'm sorry, I'm not trying to steal your thunder, I just wanted you to know I could relate.


At Tuesday, June 26, 2007 at 10:33:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

Its really hard to speak about what really goes on in someone else's mind, and anybody who's never been there has less of a clue than anybody who has. Heck, when it comes down to it, how much do we really know about ourselves? That's part of the problem too, when we are confused and under stress, how much can we explain about it?
I wasn't advocating your changing your profile. Just commenting G would enjoy seeing it, if he hasn't.
And the abbreviation definitely helps. Thanks. ;)

I am sorry you had to go through all the pain, but I am sincerely happy you're with us. We love you. I know I didn't get much in the way of parenting, my mom went back to Korea when I was very very young, after my dad divorced her, and he was gone until I was 12. My grandmother raised me, and she wasn't the most affectionate woman. I know she loved me, but it wasn't the love of a parent. After I grew up and was well into my 20s, I learned that even my dad had tried to commit suicide. When I was 12 after my dad came back I swore that I would be a better parent than I had. I think I was. It wouldn't have taken much.

You haven't stolen anything, you've shared with others (besides, I have no thunder.) I really do appreciate your input.


At Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 12:39:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles in HK $visitorIP said...

Charles, I came by to let you know I accepted your request and now can post with picture on blogger. Therefore, people will not get us confused.

Meanwhile, that is an incredible story and you are a fantastic writer. That's my lesson learned. And, I am glad you're still on the bus with us. I'll be back to visit.

Take care of yourself.

At Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 12:41:00 PM EDT, Blogger MONA $visitorIP said...



At Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 2:54:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

Welcome. You can stop by any time you like. Thank you, sir, your picture will certainly make my life easier. Thanks for the complement. You take care, too.

At Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 4:15:00 PM EDT, Blogger barman $visitorIP said...

I have been fortunate and never consider suicide other than the odd, what if I jumped thought that might go through my head when standing at a railing. I can not even imagine what had happened to bring you to that point in your life. Fortunetly your life was spaired and you have learned from the event.

I was bullied by several but only one that really mattered. I made the mistake of doing something in gym that got him out in a game of slam bang (I guess kind of like dodge ball). I then was on his list for at least two years. He never did do anything that was life threatening so I was fortunate but I hated having him around.

One time in class he pulled some shit on me and I finally had all I could take. I yelled out loud would you quit doing that or something to that affect.

Trip to the pricipals office and out came the paddle. We both got something and I must say that is my first and only time I got hit with the paddle. After a while I guess he got borred.

I had a couple of other minor incidents and even stood up to the bullies but nothing so major as your quarter roll incident. I did through one guy 6 feet when he just would not get out of my face.

So yep, I was bullied too but was fortunate that it was not to bad, not something I could not live with.

Thank you so much for sharing this. It is interesting to see everyones stories about this and there are a lot of stories too.

Oh and I replied on G-mans post. I was just agreing with something you said in a comment above so it was nothing, really.

At Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 5:26:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

Hey, Welcome to the pits of...
Oh wait, that's later.
Sorry to hear even a guy like you had to put up with bullying. But, I am glad you took care of it yourself. Today, it seems that if a kid is bullied, he's expected to go to someone else, then when they aren't around, things get worse. Plus guns weren't much of an issue when I was in school. Now, it seems you hear about kids shooting each other for arguments. If I had a kid that bullied (I'd stop that) I'd rather have him come home after a beating, than have him dead. There may have been more "manly" stuff then, but it ultimately was less harmful than today's environment.

Thanks for the explanation, I didn't quite know what you were saying. I'll check out your response.

At Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 7:40:00 PM EDT, Blogger Top cat $visitorIP said...

I've enjoyed reading everyone's comments.
Good night charles.

At Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 9:05:00 PM EDT, Blogger barman $visitorIP said...

I agree Charles. when I was in High School, there was the meeting off of campus usually right after school and they would duke it out. I also saw some of the girls do the same thing but I tell you their fights were vicious. I could not think of having someone else involved as, like you said, it just made things worse. Oh well, been a long time since I have had to deal with that.

At Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 11:02:00 PM EDT, Blogger snowelf $visitorIP said...

Hello dearest Charles,

That is a lot of family displacement to take, even for a smart kid. I think it's hard sometimes to catch up when you have such a rough start. You make the best of it, but it's still a challenge.

I'm sure your daughter is eternally grateful for you.


At Thursday, June 28, 2007 at 6:28:00 AM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

I enjoy having you visit.

I never "got" to see any girls fight in school. Isn't it nice to have left that crap behind?

Snow E,
We'll ask the smart kids.;) I'm convinced there are still things I never learned, and understand because of the way I was raised and the lack of knowledge that just wasn't there in the family I had. I do my best to figure things out as I go along. Sadly, I don't think its enough sometimes.
I just hope that I gave my daughter enough tools, she did have her mom, too, so she does seem to handle things better than I do. I know I love her, and I think, I hope anyway, that that helps.

At Friday, June 29, 2007 at 8:13:00 AM EDT, Blogger Top cat $visitorIP said...

hey charles, why don't you take the day off and enjoy sitting by the ocean for awhile.

At Friday, June 29, 2007 at 10:06:00 AM EDT, Blogger MONA $visitorIP said...

Of course you did! from what I have heard her say to you, she really admires & emulates you!& her words show nothing but care & love! You have done a perfect job! & I can see a very open minded, confident and a loving young woman who loves you very much!

At Friday, June 29, 2007 at 11:15:00 AM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

Hi TC,
Nice, this next sip of margarita is to you, my friend.(lifting cold dew dripping glass)
Hope you're having a good day, and that you have a wonderful weekend.

Thank you, Mona. Gimme a hug.

At Friday, June 29, 2007 at 8:41:00 PM EDT, Blogger G-Man $visitorIP said...

I can tell you this...
I read every word and it was quite engrossing..
Fate has kept you with us Charles, there was a reason that you escaped death that day. Right now we are all benefiting from your poor choice departure spots....
As far as the bullies go, you learned well...
You still remember that day vividly, as do we!!!

Plus just so you know, I really appreciate your input into the flow of the chaos that sometimes overwhelms my blog...
I work all day long hours, and with the great weather, I'm not around much....Your presence is quite one sided since I don't get over here very often, so don't take it personal.
It's not that I'm an ingrate, I'm just not around for everyone....

At Saturday, June 30, 2007 at 2:13:00 AM EDT, Blogger MONA $visitorIP said...

Charles! ((( Hugest HUG of all times & huger than any that would ever come)))!!!

At Saturday, June 30, 2007 at 11:24:00 AM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

Thanks so much. I enjoy visiting your blog, hadn't thought much of your not showing up much here. Its fun over at your place. We realize you have to work for a living, and do those things that make living worth working for. I would never have thought you anything other than what you are, and I don't think you're an ingrate at all. You think I'd hang, if I thought that? Have a bang up day dude, slam dunk some yahoos for me.

What if I want bigger?

At Sunday, July 1, 2007 at 6:14:00 AM EDT, Blogger MONA $visitorIP said...

LOL, then I guess I shall have to multiply it by two!

At Monday, July 2, 2007 at 7:19:00 PM EDT, Blogger jillie $visitorIP said...

Well I would say good morning to you as well Charlie but it's already afternoon! lol

Hope you had a great wknd ;o)

At Tuesday, July 3, 2007 at 1:06:00 AM EDT, Blogger Keshi $visitorIP said...

how r we Charles? :)


At Tuesday, July 3, 2007 at 10:50:00 PM EDT, Blogger Keshi $visitorIP said...

ty for stopping by to say HI Charles :)


At Wednesday, July 4, 2007 at 2:35:00 AM EDT, Blogger MONA $visitorIP said...

Charles! wishing you a happy independence day is a MUST because I know how much that means to you!!!


At Wednesday, July 4, 2007 at 2:36:00 AM EDT, Blogger MONA $visitorIP said...

yikes!!! the word verification had my name there!

At Wednesday, July 4, 2007 at 10:44:00 AM EDT, Blogger Mike M $visitorIP said...

I nominated you for am award!! Come pick it up at my blog.

At Wednesday, July 4, 2007 at 12:36:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

It was my pleasure. I'm always happy to say Hi to good folk.

Thank you. Somehow I think this has less to do with the National Independence Day here, and more with how I love my independence.
Blogger must love your name.

Thank you so much, I'm so undeserving, it must to be your good nature.

At Saturday, July 7, 2007 at 2:27:00 PM EDT, Blogger S E E Quine $visitorIP said...

` UGH! Surgery! I don't think I would have made it through that stage considering what happens. I probably just would have died. Or went back to the mental hospital (which did happen to me). Or tried killing myself again.
` I actually have tried that all throughout my childhood because I thought peace, love and happiness was just an act (well, it was for me!).
` Glad you managed to recover and beat the crap out of freaking moron bullies! And live. And blog. And be awesome.

At Saturday, July 7, 2007 at 7:16:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

s e e quine,
I've still got the plates in my arm that were supposed to come out, and the pin that was supposed to stay, came out about a half an inch and had to be removed. I wouldn't have died from the break, unless I got gangrene, but there wasn't much choice, I was sixteen. Thanks so much for the compliment.

At Sunday, July 8, 2007 at 3:47:00 PM EDT, Blogger evalinn $visitorIP said...

What a story! Thanks for sharing. I wish I would've been half as brave when I was in high school...

At Sunday, July 8, 2007 at 8:09:00 PM EDT, Blogger Charles $visitorIP said...

Thanks, I tried to make it as close to reality as I could remember. You're likely as brave, but you probably have a higher tolerance than I did back then.

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