This piece reminds me much of a modernist, stream-of-consciousness style. I like it. I wonder why it's called Irish Soup? Because the piece is a potpourri of different thoughts? I hope you find that wisdom lying around somewhere (check under the desk). But seriously, being respected is one gift of growing older; glad to see you're enjoying it. By the way, your handwriting is very unique, and the different colors really pop out and emphasize the whole 'Irish Soup' theme. Memories and dreams are pleasurable, but sometimes they can distract us from the joys right under our noses. Anyway, I hope you continue to write; can't wait to read your next piece. Best, Calhoun25
SINGING the song from "Beaches",,,You are the wind beneath my wings. The lyrics are powerful so I will post them here. :
Wind Beneath My Wings"
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. It must have been cold there in my shadow, to never have sunlight on your face. You were content to let me shine, that's your way. You always walked a step behind.
So I was the one with all the glory, while you were the one with all the strength. A beautiful face without a name for so long. A beautiful smile to hide the pain.
Did you ever know that you're my hero, and everything I would like to be? I can fly higher than an eagle, 'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
It might have appeared to go unnoticed, but I've got it all here in my heart. I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it. I would be nothing without you.
Did you ever know that you're my hero? You're everything I wish I could be. I could fly higher than an eagle, 'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
Did I ever tell you you're my hero? You're everything, everything I wish I could be. Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle, 'cause you are the wind beneath my wings, 'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, the wind beneath my wings. You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings. Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high. Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings. Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly high against the sky, so high I almost touch the sky. Thank you, thank you, thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.
I read your post, "Am I Remorseful?", and I'm struck by the articulate and expressive way in which you wrote it. Having seen and heard your statements in court and previously while awaiting trial, your sincerity in your current missives are in stark contrast to those times.
Rather than ask you if you're sorry, I'd rather understand what prompted you to write what you did. Or better yet, what (other than incarceration) has changed in your perception of personal responsibility as you reference? Are there programs and services you have now that you have helped you? If so, which ones are most important to you?
Please know I have the utmost respect for what you have expressed and I mean no disrespect by asking these questions. I seek to learn, not condemn. We all, each of us, have to live with the decisions we make.
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Best,
Calhoun25
Sorry I get back to you only now. I didn't check the account a long time - and really didn't expect any answer at all. So I am quite surprised :-)
The way you describe your present situation doesn't sound great. Maybe you can find a way to turn it into something good anyways.
Life is what you make out of the stuff you got. And if your soul feels like a wishing well: You're lucky! You just have to use it.
Have a good day!
Drea
Never heard this story. Sounds interesting...
Julia
Wind Beneath My Wings"
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.
So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.
Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.
Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.
troubling at best.
I read your post, "Am I Remorseful?", and I'm struck by the articulate and expressive way in which you wrote it. Having seen and heard your statements in court and previously while awaiting trial, your sincerity in your current missives are in stark contrast to those times.
Rather than ask you if you're sorry, I'd rather understand what prompted you to write what you did. Or better yet, what (other than incarceration) has changed in your perception of personal responsibility as you reference? Are there programs and services you have now that you have helped you? If so, which ones are most important to you?
Please know I have the utmost respect for what you have expressed and I mean no disrespect by asking these questions. I seek to learn, not condemn. We all, each of us, have to live with the decisions we make.
Keep your chin up,
McSev
I did, in fact, peruse the terms of service. I don't think I violated ANY terms.
Feel free to cite where I'm wrong.
As to what the "intent" of BTB is....I guess that depends on the audience.
I would recommend you take a step back and take a big dose of STFU.