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I am drowning in STUFF. Why you would ask. I came into this world with nothing. I was born into a family that had very little, well nothing much. My parents were immigrants barely scraping by. For years we lived that way, always the standard comforts a warm bed and such but nothing too fancy. Everything was used till it literally died and the life was sucked out of it. Although I can not remember feeling lack. Since the basics of what a person needs was provided. Clothes, food, shelter and the odd special outing.
As years went by and I grew and expanded my wings into my own world the Canadian Economy was booming. Since my parents always worked and had a respectable work ethic , they did just that. Work, and they worked hard. Money suddenly flowed into their lives. A reward for their efforts, and just like so many North Americans, they had in some small ways forgotten their European lifestyles and accumulating became almost like a mission. I am not sure why other than perhaps it buried the pain they carried so deeply in their souls. Perhaps it was important to show that a poor immigrant could actually make it and become successful in North America. Having lost so much of themselves during World War II, family, friends, homes and possessions, it seemed like they were always trying to capture something just out of arms reach. Never really being able to grasp it.
Being the insightful woman I am, I watched this evolve with admiration yes, but with pain. Admiration that they like so many were trying to move on from the destruction of war and live a peaceful life. Pain, because even I knew, that no matter what you own, or how much money you have in the bank, it will never replace what you lost. Your youth, your innocence, your homes and your families. While I spent my teenage years frolicking in water at nearby lakes, water skiing, camping and drinking with friends around a campfire, whisking down snow laden hills in the winter and generally not having a care in the world. This is not the case for youth living in a war torn land. My mother the oldest of 6, lost her father, left school at 13 to work and help feed the family. Living in a rickety worn out old house. Stories of ice on the inside walls has never left me. My father torn from his home and family and put into youth camps. (one of Hitlers tricks). Eventually ending up in a Prisoner of War Camp. Something he never recovered from.
Finally their retirement years came and with it a reward. Peace in a sense that they had worked hard and made something of themselves and built a home in the country. A delightful setting with a stream and a pond. Unfortunately the home was much too large for two. In fact it should have been for a family of eight. So what did they do? Why fill it of course. Every inch and every seam till it was bursting. Throwing something away or giving it away was unheard of. You never know..they would say..you never know. One day, something could happen, or someone will need it. You never know..Sigh...yes..you never know..
Well one day did happen, my father passed after a long illness and my mother has been comfortably moved into assisted living. Well now, what actually happens to all that STUFF? It is mine of course. So many times those are the words I heard . "Someday, this will all be yours." Never fully grasping those words. Knowing full well it was not what I really wanted. Well it really was all mine. However, I am drowning in the stuff. Give it away you say, sell it. All not that easy.
It took my husband and I and some friends and family members well over a year to empty the house and sell it. So what happens to all that stuff. Years and years of accumulations, from two young immigrants trying to forget the ravages of war. Two large dumpsters each weighing over two tonnes left. Four carloads of items taken by my friend to sell at a sale to raise money for a women's shelter. A large truckload was brought here a year ago. Two large truckloads taken by my daughter and hubby. My mother has a large comfortable two room apartment. Everyday we put stuff at the roadside for a passerby to use. We sold items and took a dozen loads to the local dump. Somehow you would think that was it. NO.!!!
So a large container was shipped to my home with items for myself and family here in Nova Scotia.
Now I am drowning. Drowning in stuff. Trying to keep something that has a special meaning for myself, my mother, or a relative that gifted the item. Certainly understanding that not all stuff has value. Several years back my husband and I decided to downsize and live a more simple and minimalistic life. It was wonderful. Free, inviting and suddenly I could breath. My old hippy soul was happy and thriving. Not a day goes by where my mother does not ask me, where is this, and where is that. I can not be the keeper of their life.
Where am I going with this? My quest for 2019. To donate or toss 5,000 items. Yes that is correct. You heard me. 5,000. As in Five Thousand. Since I cannot fix world peace, as much as I wish for it. I can put peace back into my home, my life, and my environment. In doing so I can help many many people. So many people that have nothing. Some of them immigrants as well.
Perhaps in some small way life will come full circle. That there is some dignity left to their lives. That my father's tortured soul will rest, that my mother appreciates that I can not keep it all. That I am honoring her by keeping certain very special items and that she is paying it forward and giving back to strangers who struggle and need a helping hand.
In some small way I am hoping that my 5000 items will make a difference. A small difference to a child, a mother, a parent, a home and a community.
I hope to revisit in December of 2019 and let you know how I accomplished my mission. In the meantime I wish nothing but good will and PEACE ON EARTH for all mankind. So in the words of John Lennon. IMAGINE.
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Smacked down like the cunt your daughter is!
Did you know she supports flat-earth believing retards who call people "faggot" and the likes"? Yep, that's the piece of shit that fell outta your loose cunt! Disgusting, isn't it?
You’re a fucking loser! Go fuck yourself. The only loose cunt around here is your mouth and ass where you continuously take cocks even though you can’t even feel them anymore.
Awe, that's cute. Kisses!
Game on (UH-gain!!) ...dang it, @berniesanders! THIS is why we can't have nice things!!!
Nah, just wanted to swing by and wish everyone a Merry Christmas!
Other than dealing with @proboards, I'm not concerned with these other halfwit nobodies they just post to jerk each other off anyways, nobody else bothers with their sad fictional tales.
“Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.”
That's some deep shit, man!
I found it apt ;)
she is not my daughter. so I do not know what you are doing to me..or why. I do not know you, nor have we ever spoken.
I intend to. How sad for him.
He says while sporting a christmas tree. Tgeres no flat earth nonsense bernie and must you be so cruel.
When @proboards is done, I will be too.
While you and your bitch @fulltimegeek continue to spam our blockchain with that trash, you all will suffer.
You're next.
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Sexual harassment is bullying or coercion of a sexual nature
Just thought you might prefer a word to the wise to legal action. It's one thing to be blunt. It's another to commit criminal acts that are legally actionable. Particularly as you make no secret that you have assets that can be attached thereby.
Note: I am just offering this information. I am not making a threat. You have not addressed me in an actionable way IIRC. However, I am confident you would prefer not to have to undertake a legal defense to counter anyone you have, and in the spirit of the holidays, I thought the gift of prudence might be appreciated by you.
Merry Christmas!
Thank you so much Santa. Wow, what a great gift. I must have been a good girl all year. I have no idea what good dead (or bad) I did to deserve such a wonderful gift. Do I know you? Have I ever commented on your post? Do I follow you? Have I ever done anything to you? Please remember never to Assume. Since Assuming makes an ass out of u. Since @lyndsaybowes is not my daughter. I have no idea about flat-earth or anything like that. I do not know what you are talking about.I have never called anyone a faggot on here or anywhere for that matter to their face. Interesting analogy you have there. Interesting how your answer/reply had nothing to do with what I posted. I find that odd. Don't you? Now I know how to rise high in Steemit. Stupid me. I thought it was for posting really good articles and having people follow you and upvote. Strange how I got that all wrong. I would however, if I were Santa... remember that Sexual Assault comes in the most subtle of forms.
Merry Christmas, Marion.
Flagged for no reason? Been there, done that. (Unfortunately.)
My advice is to stay away from that person. Don't even reply to his messages. It's not worth your time and energy.
Thank you and yes you are right. However if he continues with the sexual harassment, then we are in a whole new realm ...
Thanks for sharing that amaizing story.
I wish you luck Love and peace and hope that 2019 sees your huge task completed and without to many complications. 🌹
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Nice story about yourself. Though is more or less like everyone story.
Stay bless
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yes...thank you
What a deeply personal story! I have my own hoarding in progress, and very much appreciate this cautionary tale. I shall take action, so that my sons are not left in similar straits as have you been.
My mother suffered from dementia before she passed last year, and was constantly certain that things resolved decades prior were still ongoing, and wondering where her car was, and such. As difficult as it was to patiently explain again that this, or that, had happened, dig out the paperwork so she could see for herself, and hear the occasional exasperation at her plight, I would not trade those moments for the whole world.
Perhaps Christmas will find homes for all those unwanted items!
Thanks!
There are so many people in need so it can not be hard to give it away to those who really need it.
Why people collect stuff .. for all kind of reasons I think.
My grandparents and father survived wwII too including the Japanese concentration camp and emigrated. That was no fun either (strange how people love to forget how the Japanese were). They never collected stuff, never felt the need to do so. My granny always said: I can not take it with me in my grave. If it comes to it I share her opinion. I also do not see the need of buying or getting stuff just for having it, joining the club, that is in my way and needs care. I take what I do not need or want to the "4free" shop. Everybody can go over there and take what he/she likes for free. I hope you can make a lot of people happy. I wish you a merry Christmas and a great 2019.
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Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!! I've given you an upvote and left you this amazing automated comment!!
You got this Mama Bowes!