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And Belle, I tried to tell you this once before, but you are sooo hot looking! I just love your picture! But it also seems by the look on your face that I wouldn't want to make you mad! Would be fun to drink some Absolut with you though!

We have a plant here in Alaska known as "Devil's Club" which is very spiny on the stalks, and, I made the mistake of grabbing for one when slipping and falling down a steep and wet embankment. Ouch! Plus, a few of them as I fell slid right between my legs on the way down. NO FUN that... But, I know this isn't what you are after, but I know I curse that danged stuff as "being from the pit of hell on that day!

Hey Psalmie and all the rest of you, thank you for all of your thoughts and prayers! I haven't told my friend Terry that I have mentioned this on a public forum (and I won't) even though the names have been changed to protect the innocent... But God Almighty knows of your prayers, and I am sure they will not fall on deaf ears! And so, thank you! Maybe at some time in the distant future I might tell her of my mentioning this amongst a bunch who cared for her and her situation. But for now, since it is such a sensitive time, I haven't and won't.... But she does know of my wife's concern and is thankful for that. And yes, at first my wife did have some jealousy(sp?) issues, but now they are gone, now that she has talked with her and has written her. In fact, my friend Terry told me that she doesn't have any "girlfriends" to talk to during all of this, and so therefore, I have become her "girlfriend", because she shares so much with me. I told her; "No problem. Even though I once wanted to be your boyfriend so long ago, I'll be your "girlfriend" now...." Funny huh? But now, one of the other things my friend Terry is going through is that damnable "menopause thing" which I totally cannot relate to! And so, since my wife is going through it as well, they have been chatting up a storm over the subject, and so, I think I have found my friend Terry a more "proper girlfriend" than myself, for when it comes to that thing, I am from Mars! Yeah, that's a cool thing, and they have now become pretty close, with me not being able to spend as much time on the computer. But hey, whatever works, whatever helps, ya know? So, thanks all... JL

I am slow. I don't get it. Chuck Norris was my daughter's "first Hollywood crush". Chuck can do no wrong in our Family. "As for me and my House, we will serve "Chuck......."

Ya know, I want to finish out my "TJ" experience". Even though I got "busted for fishing", I still loved the man. I loved it when he taught on the subject of "Christianity In America", and for some reason, I wanted him to like me. Yes, it is true. I was a young person, only 23, and I was in the thick of "comittment", and I wanted TJ to like me and acknowledge me as a believer. Also, I was never a very disciplined person, and I admired Tom for the things he was good at, which were in contrast to the things I was not good at..... But, now, I am now getting kicked off the computer by my wife, SW, of the 7th Corps. She has to look at the bills, which is her area of expertise in that she is an insurance agent for AllState. She's good at that sh i t, I hates paperwork, and so, I gotta go... But, I'll finish this later, for. I need to get it out, off my chest! I am hurting! No, not really, but it is kind of telling..... Rev. Tuttle, thank you for seeing "my heart"!

I'm with the Mom in Edmond, Oklahoma. Good thinking, that. I think that Society Today is way too lenient on these "poor and fragile" Children. Consequences for their actions are a good thing. If the Child has the "right" to humiliate her parents and their Family Name by sassing her teachers in HS, then I guess a dose of humiliation is in order for the initial "humiliator". Now, here is another method I'd never heard of until it happened to my daughter's HS boyfriend. Her boyfriend at that time (11th and 12th grade), lived in a very large household. The household consisted of a step dad, his step dad's teenaged daughter of the same age, and two sets of twin boys (wow!), and one other little brother, and of course, his Mom, and of course, his Ownself. If I counted correctly, that's nine people in a not so large house. For some reason, this kid, Nick was lucky enought to have his own room. Now, as it turned out, Nick began to get into the usual troubles of partying, drinking, lousy grades, and not keeping up with the houssehold chores. And so, do you know what the man of the house (the step dad) did as punishement? He took the door off of his bedroom. No privacy. And for a teeneaged boy with raging hormones, this spelled disaster! And it also prompted him to get his act together. And each time he acted up, off came the door. I think this occurred about three times during my daughter's relationship with him. The relationship ended halfway through their senior year. And on a humorous note, at their graduation ceremony, there was a little "program" type deal handed out that had pictures and individual comments from each of the 23 graduating seniors (small town). Also in this program deal was a thing call "Wills". This is where each student would "will" to other students certain things that they thought would be good for their friends to have. For instance my Daughters friend Amy said this; "And to Meagan, my dearst pal, I will to you the biggest most handsomest, and tenderhearted Nordic blonde haired guy for a boyfriend", and things like that. This was also a place where the graduating seniors got a little payback in when it came to folks that they had issue with, and faculty was not excluded. At any rate, because my daughter had been treated poorly by Nick who had cheated on Meagan with one of Meagan's friends, but then made jokes about and badmouthed my daughter after she dumped him, my daughter willed him this little gem for all to read; "And to Nick, my one time boyfriend: "I will to you at least some degree of maturity, hoping that one day you will Grow Up. I also will to you a door to your bedroom..." The bottom line with me is that in Real Life, we pay prices for our mistakes. We all know this. And if we raise our kids without any real consequences for their actions, consequences that are unpleasant, then we will only raise kids with big "L's" on their foreheads...

She wasn't literally plotting or planning a murder or or a "hit". She was only venting her frustration that he, until the trial is over, is still loose and driving around in his pick up as if nothing ever happened. It wa more like "I'd like to kill that sob for what he's done to my daughter and to our lives". And, I know I'm a bit slow, but I'm not really sure of what you are getting at here Mike...

I got a real big kick out of the name of the first one you posted Sudo. His name was Benson "Du Du"? As in doo doo? Too funny, for, that's about right, for he is nothing more than a pile of doo doo in my book....

Charile Musselwhite played at the Souteast Alaska State Fair in Haines, AK about eight years back. Fabulous! I soak my harps when I play, or, at least I keep a glass of water handy while playing, in case I need to.

I have a most excellent remembrance of how TJ was when I was in rez at Camp Gunnison (CG). I do not think he is the same man now, but, he was really, shall we say "anal" to the max back then. I had been sent with 48 Tenth Corps to "restore order" at CG, after a certain bunch of 8th Corps and Staff allegedly screwed the place up by way of negligence and "frivolity". Chris Geer was our boss man during that time, and, I will say, that I enjoyed myself during that particular time. We worked hard, played hard, and, we really did restore order to many situations there. But once things came back into being orderly (restoration of the lumber racks, roads cleared of mud and ruts, and construction schedules back on track), Chris Geer (CG) was called to go back and be Dr. Wierwille's driver and whatever it was he did. And so, being informed of this, CG met with all of us Tenth Corps and informed us of "who was going to stay when TJ got there, and who was going to have to go back to The Way College Of Emporia." In other words, there was going to be a "cut". Well, needless to say, I was begging God to let me stay at Camp Gunnison. One of my main motivations was that I love to fish. That's right. I am an "angler", and I just flat out love to go fishin! Plus, I loved the smell of the mountain air, the sage brush, and there was no way I wanted to go back to Emporia, Kansas. And so, when CG read the list of names of who had to go back to "The Big E" (Emporia), I was overjoyed when "I made the cut". CG had decided that I was "worthy" of staying, and I was really happy about that. Well, finally, the day came when "TJ" showed up to take the reins of command, and, naturally we welcomed him with welcome arms, for, he was VPW's "pick". We said goodbye to Chris whom we really came to love, and welcomed Tom with open arms. Well. After a bit, it seemed as if TJ was way more interested in "academics" than CG. TJ was way more "perfunctory" than CG, and TJ did not seem to like the fact that certain people really enjoyed the "resort aspect" of living at 7,800 feet above sea level and enjoying the Colorado High Country lifestyle. Hokay, with that background set, here is my story: I had a very sweet friend at that time in the Tenth Corps named "G.A." We'll just call her "Gee". She was engaged to another guy whom she did in fact marry, and I was engaged with a gal whom I did not marry. But, we really hit it off as friends, and, she took an interest in my obsession with fishing. Well, one morning, waaaayyy before breakfast at 7:00 a.m., I took her fishing on a stretch of the Gunnison up by the horse corals. We had been on the River for about an hour, caught a couple of nice brown trout, and after a bit, according to my watch , it was time to get to breakfast with "TJ" and the Corps. And so, we re-crossed the "Tarzan bridge", and headed on back to "The Barn" for breakfast. But, as we got nearer, we did not see the usual group of cigarette smokers on the front deck, and it began to look "worrisome". We hadn't heard that old bell that was rung when it was time for meals, and so, we were a little confused. And the closer we got, the more we realized that we had (I) had f***** up, and that put plain and simply, we were LATE! And then, I did the stupidest thing! At least the stupidest thing one could do when screwing up with TJ. As we passed the building and headed for the front door, and passed by the windows that were viewable from the inside from the Head Table, I kept my fishin pole leaned against my shoulder sticking straight up in the air, and it was viewed on the inside by ALL as it (the pole only) "walked" past those two windows! Friends later told me that the "walking fishing pole" as it "marched past the window"caught the attention of everyone immediately, including T Jenks and his wife, and they were mouthing the the letters of my three letter last name! My Corps Brethren were all thinking; "Uh oh, he-is-busted!" And so, the lovely Gee and I stepped up onto the deck, I parked my flyrod against the logs of the building, and we entered The Barn with all eyes upon us, with T Jenks looking most severe. And so, Gee and I sat down at a table that had the largest collection of friends at it, and muttered collectively; "Oh $h*t..." And our friends nodded as if to agree that we were in deep doo doo. And yet, there were many smirks on their faces, for they remembered that "marching fishing pole" past the windows. And so, as Gee and I were looking down at our empty plates, with a nervous glance at each other from time to time, were interrupted by an "Ahem" from the gal who was the head table hostess. Julie Somebody. We looked up to see this gal glaring at us, as she proceeded to deliver her message from the Head Table. She said; "Rev. J would like to see you "Jonny" at the head table. And with an air of authority said; "Please come with me." And so, with Gee looking at me as if I were about to be fed to the lions, I got up and went to the Head Table to receive my punishment. And it was weird man, really weird ! When I got there, I stood to the left of TJ as he continued to eat his breakfast, never even turning his head my way as I said; "Yes sir? You wanted to see me?" And without looking up, he said; "And where were you this morning Jonny?" And I said; "Well sir, I was down by the river with Gee, and before we knew it, the time got awa..." And he interrupted and said; "You were fishing, weren't you Jonny?" And I said; "Well, yes, I was uh, yes, yes sir, I was fishing". As if it were the worst crime in the world! And without even looking up once, he pronounced judgement. He said; You will not be having any breakfast this morning Mr Lingo, and you can tell Miss "Ashton" the same. You are dismissed". And without another word, I figured that I'd better get back to my table where Miss Ashton, the one whom I had led astray, awaited our sentence. As I sat down, she elbowed me and whispered harshly, "What'd he say!" And I repeated it all, and everyone at the table heard, and we all grinned, as I looked at the hand tied fly that was embedded in the brim of Miss Ashton's felt fedora style fishin' hat... Yeah, that was TJ at that time in his life. He may be a new man now though. We have all been granted that opportunity...

Psalmie. You are wonderful. I too have had some "funny" experiences with Family. They used to and still do always tell us; "When are you going to come and see us?" Well, we live in Alaska, some 5,000 miles from my Family Home in the D.C. area, and about 2800 miles from my wife's family in Oklahoma. And yet, we have been down at least five times over the last fifteen years to visit. The only one who has come here has been my sweet 84 year old mother who now gets about now that my ailing father has finally passed away, and she isn't burdened with being the wonderful caregiver that she was when my Dad was ailing for so many years. But what kills me, is my brother and his wife. We spent over six thousand dollars to fly back for a family reunion, and my brother, who lived only three hours from DC got offended because we didn't visit them down in Virginia during the first week we were there! Instead, he came up for the reunion which was one very long day, (and fun day I might add) and then headed back to the Old Dominion (Virginia) that very next day. And here we were, all the way from Alaska, and our honor was impugned because we "didn't want to visit with them", they who only had to drive a few hours to do some visiting. Yeah, we were pi$$ed about it. But you know what? That brother of mine up and died about a year ago, and now I miss him terribly. Wish I had spent more time with him as a matter of fact. But who knows of these things like "when death will strike?" Oh I miss him so... :( And so, what to do about your situation? Just be as gracious as you can. Live your life, be forgiving and kind, and remember as Socks said, we all have lives, and we just have to do what we are able to do. And my words are that; "If you have it within you to be kind while living your own life, then just do it. You have to do what you gotta do, even if it displeases family members. There is just no way to please everybody. And if family "steps on you", then just thank God that you are not a family member that steps on the rest of the Family. You are one of the "good ones", and God His Ownself knows it. And then just live your life... Love you Psalmie, Jonny Lingo P.S. The Oklahoma side of the family has never visited us, although we have visted them a number of times. Go figure...

O geez, Cool Chef. I have mis-lead you. The deal is this: I played with a certain friend two years in a row during tourist season in Haines, Alaska, where the local clan of Tlingit Indians are known as being from the "Chilkat Clan". My friend and I played blues mostly, and he is an awesome keyboard player, and knows a million songs, or so it seems to me. His gig is a "one man band thing" with his keyboards. The bass and drums are added in somehow electronically, but his his vocals, at times guitar, and then me on harmonicas and back up vocals are Live when we play together. We had so much fun doing it, and everybody seems to love a harmonica (even a mediocre player like me!), and at the end of our second season, he offered to put some tracks down with his keyboard, bass sound, drums, vocals, and me stepping in and laying down the harmonica track. We did it in his cheap apartment, and he set his equipment up in his closet, where I stepped in and played to the background tracks, and then he burned a master cd of it for me, which I have finally made a mere five copies of. If my computer had a cd burner, I'd burn you one and send it right away. But, I don't even have that, and I have promised the others away already. But when I do get a new computer, which is on my list, I'll make a note of it here, and then we can talk about it, addresses and such. And, if I ever get back with Socks, and get my act together and if he is still willing to give me a hand, maybe I will come up with that "Bless Tones" project I mentioned, which no doubt would be way more professional than that which we "The Chill Cats" threw together. By the way, I came up with the name "The Chill Cats" to honor my Native friends, but didn't want to take their tribal name as it is correctly spelled out of respect for them. And so, it is sort of a "double entendre' which, my Native friends really dig and appreciate! Maybe this should be posted over on that thread that was designed to "attract Socks" in the "Open" forum. Okay, back to the topic...

Hokay! Blue Man Group it is! Thanks!

Thanks A la prochaine, And ya know, I just sent her a cd (that I finally made copies of) that has yours truly playing harmonica on it. And now, I really really wish I had taken Socks up on his offer to help me with a cd project that I wanted to do called "Bless Tones" which would have been sweet harmonica sounds on an instrumental only album that would feature nice tunes like In The Garden, His name Is Wonderful, and stuff like that with nice sweet "semi-jazzish" guyitar chords backing it up. I would bet something like that would really be a blessing to her, for she loves music, and she really loved my cd. The only really good track on it is of me playing harp on "Georgia On My Mind" which really came off nicely. But, I lost touch with Mr. Socks, and even though he tried to stay in contact with me, I didn't with him. I kinda blew it... But my friend really dug the harmonicas, and remembers when I first tried being cool with them back in high school and is glad that got better at it. And thank YOU for the compliment!

Thanks Shaz. I do think I'll read that book btw. And yes, she does blame herself for bringing that guy into their home as her husband and the daughter's new step father. Early on I told her "it was not your fault, for how could you ever have known what an evil man he was?" She responded that she appreciated my support, but the fact is, if I hadn't cheated on my husband with this guy, which I knew was wrong, then I wouldn't have brought him into our lives. But I did, and so that part of it is my fault, and it is something I will have to live with, and I won't be in denial over it. I played an unwitting part. That was a paraphrase of course, but the sum and substance of what she said... I told her that from that point of view, I couldn't really disagree. But I also told her that had she known, obviously she'd never have done it, to which she whole heartedly agreed, naturally. And so, like we all know, this thing'll take time. And by the way, here is what she told me in an e-mail today, which I copied and will paste here. She refers to one of my boys in her comment who had his bike stolen, and yet yesterday, his prayer was answered, and he caught the little thief on his bike, and the bike is back, and the kid busted. I had told her of this yesterday as an anecdote. And this morning I sent her a response this morning's e-mail from her where she expressed rage over this whole thing. One of the verses I sent her was "Vengeance is mine, I will repay saith the Lord!" Anyway, Terry says this: "I love the words of encouragement. Thank you. I do want God to love me. I think it's true he does, just don't keep that thought at the times I need it most. It may take some time, like Riley's bike, but I'll see it. Better go for now. Thanks again mi amigo!" And so, another day down and she is home with Ally this evening watching "Madagascar" and eating chicken and rice! Thanks all, and God bless you... JL

Thanks David, ExCath.

I saw a guy named "Buckwheat Zydico" from New Orleans not this past summer, but the previous, at the Southeast Alaska State Fair in Haines, AK. We do not get too much in the way of big names up here, even in Juneau where we now live. Buckwheat Zydico was awesome though! He could play the accordian like I had never heard before. I guess his music is sort of a mix of Cajun and blues put together. I am sure that some of you musicians and or music enthusiasts could put it a little better than I just did, though, if you are familiar with this artist... My wife and I are going to Las Vegas this February, and are really excited about that. We have never been before. We don't gamble, although I suppose we'll pull a couple of slots. But we do want to see some live shows. I haven't checked into it yet because February is a ways away, but I'll bet there will be some great music there when we get there. Anybody here know the music in scene in Las Vegas? One of the things we have traded away by living here in Alaska is the music scene that you all down in America have so much more of. There is a local band here called "Lunchmeat And The Pimentos", and then of course this other local band known as "The Chill Cats", with whom I play

Like an Eagle, make sure you go to that site! It's you! You go girl!!

Oh &$*#. Sorry sis.... :-)

Like an Eagle. Thanks bro. And, I have my wife to go to on this, and it is very good, for she is a tough one and a good woman.... And, I have something for you since you like eagles. Check out this link. It is a link to the "Chilkat Valley News" a newspaper of the small town of Haines, Alaska, where we own a home and lived for eight years. Right now the "Bald Eagle Festival" has been going on, and, you may be interested to read of it in our small newspaper. There is a pic of an older eagle fighting with a younger eagle over a salmon. Enjoy! http://www.chilkatvalleynews.com/

Geez, thanks guys/gals, Digi, Mo, CF, Rascal, Ala P, Belle, and L.A. Eagle, and anyone I missed.... Yeah, it really is deep. She told me that she was going to go out with some friends this last Saturday night for barbecue and drinks, and that it was going to be the first time "out on the town" since all of this. I wished her well, and told her that "it's really okay to allow yourself to feel okay, okay?" And wished he a fine evening. But, when I called on Sunday to see how things went, she said that she became a "weeping mess" after a few drinks, And that people from other tables came by to comfort her along with the friends that had her come along with them. They were all couples with functional families and kids and all of that, and she got to seeing and hearing the contrasts, which got to her in the way of guilt. Dammit I hate guilt! And so, yes, I think it will take time, and that it is still probably the roughest time of the whole deal as things continue to come to light, other than that first initial shock of discovery... Thanks all, really. And, a good friend I may try to be, I only pray that I can be what God has said about me, you, all of us. Oh man oh man I can't wait for the Day when all of the evil will be locked away forever and all the tears will be wiped away...

Ya know, it's kinda wild. Back when I was an eighteen year old WOW, or a 22 year old BC, or a 28 year old "rev", I had all the answers and would have jumped in with both feet with the Word of God or at least what I was positive was the Word of God at that time, and would have begun ministering to the person with no concerns whatsoever as to whether I was walking with God or not. For back then, there was "no question" that I was. But now, it seems as if my confidence in all of that is shaken some what, and I want to be very very careful so as to make sure that I am actually helping and not hurting or mis-leading. I do know that just simply being a listening post is very very good for her though (thanks Rascal), and I am at least that. Happily, the verses of Scripture that I have sent her have been, according to her, very much of a blessing. but each time I've sent her a bit of God's Word with some explanation, I pray that it will be a blessing, and await almost stressfully for her response, hoping that it wasn't "too much" or whatever. I even asked her outright if it was too much "preachin", but her response last time was that "I love it when you preach!" And, she is very well aware of my marriage, has talked wih my wife, and e-mailed back and forth with her as well. And so, I pray that it will continue to be a good thing. I thank you all for your input, each one of you. If I ever do anything good for God again, I hope that it will be to lead this hurting old friend of mine into the abundance of God's powerful deliverance, love, and Life through Jesus Christ. God bless, JL

I have found a wonderful friend who I knew and had a crush on back in 5th Grade. She never became my girlfriend as we went into HS ( I was "bad" and she was a good student/nice girl), and after that, we drifted apart and went our various ways. As you, or many of you know, I became a Way guy, went through all that was available, and now am a married guy with four kids, out of The Way, and doing my best to live life, help others, utilize the good that I learned in The Way, and disposing of the bad. And now, I hook up via the internet, with my old friend from 5th grade. She was married for 19 years, but during that marriage, her husband only worked for six of those years, preferring to look to the government for subsidy through various social programs, grants, and perpetual schooling that never got him anywhere. Somewhere early on, they had a baby, who at the age of six months was diagnosed with seizure disorders. The seizures became noticed as she breast fed her sweet little baby girl. What a terrible thing to have happen to one's sweet little baby, and what a tender time to discover it. The baby of course was tested, and diagnosed and given various medications over the years, which have had a deliterious effect on her, and now at the age of fifteen, is mildly mentally challenged. Somewhere during those years, my friend, tired of being broke, and understandably angry with her deadbeat husband, went through nursing school, became a nurse, and began to associate with other far more upwardly mobile people than her husband. And, as happens with human beings under pressure, and also subject to like passions as we all are at times, had an affair with a doctor. But the doctor was married, did not want to divorce his wife, so my friend (we'll call her Terry), graciously bowed out, doing her best not to do anything that would harm the Dr's marriage. But once she had had one affair, and with her husband still just sitting around, she took another lover. This time it was a single guy who was an Operating Room Technician (OR Tech), and they fell in love. He was funny, a hard worker, and she thought, a great guy. And so, she divorced her husband, married the OR Tech, and bought a house together to start their new lives with her mentally challenged daughter as "their daughter". At this time the daughter whom we will call "Allison", was fourteen years old. Life went on, they prospered, and at one point, eight months into the marriage, my friend Terry walked in on her husband in the very act of masturbating on her scared and naked daughter in their own bedroom. The husband freaked, covered himself with a blanket, and repeated over and over that he was "scared". Oh I'll bet he was! My friend, in total shock, sweetly said to her daughter, come on Ally, it's okay, come with Mommy, it's all right. And my friend got her the hell out of there pronto. She called the cops, took her daughter in for a physical examination for the sake of her daughter's health and of course as well as for evidence, which of course was abundant. Turns out it had gone on for at least six months. And so, this was discovered about six months ago, the divorce is slowly plodding along, and it seems like the criminal trial of this heinous sub human is of course dragging along as well. My friend and her daughter are in counseling, they seem to be doing well, but at times the daughter of course has nightmares and her Mom comes to comfort her, as well as listen to her daughters crying and re-telling of the events in the dreams, as well as the divulging of new information as to "what he did to her", which ranged from intercourse to various oral acts in every room of their Home, all of it a heinous violation of this sweet young Child oF God. My friend writes all of these slow but forthcoming bits of new information down in a notebook for the DA as evidence, which she has been counseled to do. And so, there is the case. Now, I mentioned that I could use some help here. Some suggestions. Now, I am still a Christian believer, and I still seek Biblical answers to life's problems, as well as Biblical solutions for those with whom I come in contact and who ask for help. I have become my old friend's best confidant over this, and I have comforted her with God's love and various things from God's Word concerning forgiveness and remission of sins through JC our Lord. She knows full well, that she is the one who brought this monster into her home, and that her act of adultery has ended up having a terrible repercussion on her daughter. This is a conclusion that she came to by the way, long before we "caught up" with each other via e-mail. Rest assured, I am not "banging her over the head with the Bible". I have been extremely careful to let her know that I do not judge her in any way. Now, as a believer, and one familiar with God's forgiveness, and the wonderful benefits of accepting the forgiveness that we have through Christ, I truly want her to see this and accept it too. I am also familiar with the wonderful benefits of forgetting the past, and moving forward. Maybe the word "forgetting" is out of order her, for how can one forget such things done to one's daughter and the unwitting part she played in it? One doesn't, does one. And so, let's choose the term "leaving the past behind". I do believe that this is a tremendous and wonderful thing that we as believers have been granted to do by our Heavely Father, and have even been told to do so. But, I also know, that one must simply have to be real and practicle thing about a vicitm remembering and bringing these acts to the surface to "get them out" so to speak. Particularly for the daughter, the primary victim. My friend Terry is a victim also. At any rate, I have not in any way told her; "Oh just forget about it and it will all smooth over in time". I listen to her (yes we talk on the phone now on Saturdays), and many times she cries, and at other times she writes in e-mails the latest thing Ally divulges, and how it hurts her angers her, and causes her to plot murder in her heart. I tell her that it doesn't sound like murder, only justice. She gets her anger out, and, I listen... I guess I am wondering and asking for advice from those of you who are familiar with situations like this, and have maybe even been through situations like this. Question: Does a time ever come when a person can finally just shelve it to be able to move on and be productive and not bogged down by the memories of such an experience? I want to help my friend, and I thought maybe some of you may be able to shed some Biblical light on such a seemingly complicated situation. I am humbled that my new old friend trusts me so. Thank God I can pray for Ally and my friend and let her know that God loves her and forgives her and that He is the healer of broken hearts.... Thanks!

And yes, that last comment: "I say suprise because it was upon Jonny L. and Dana King (and if you ever met him... you would NOT want to disagree just based upon his stature! - believe me... the SAFEST strategy would be to ignore his presence in a room - if you could - which she did)" So true. That Dana was/is such a Big Man! Yet very kind and un-intimidating. That was a great experience to work with him. Too bad it had to end that way. I certainly hope all is well with Dana King these days... Hey Dana! God bless!

I worked on it for about a week. A group of my Corps and I (the Tenth) had hitched to HQ from The Big E, and I was assigned to work with Dana King. I was proud to put on my carpenters tool belt bag and work with Way Builder guys. They were good at what they did, and it was my first experience as a Way Builder. Dana and I were putting down the oak hardwood floor, and at one point a group of my own Corps came through on a tour, and I was proud to be there with Dana putting down the T and G oak hardwood floor as they came through. I was only 22, and proud be working with men like Dana. And after we had gotten about three quarters of the floor done, shooting it down with pneumatic finish nail guns, Mrs. Wierwille came through with a couple of her "Designing Women", she looked at the floor and the work we had done, and instead of the compliment that I thought was coming, she said otherwise. Without an acknowedgement of us, she looked at this Designing Woman and said; "Oh no, this will never do. The wood has a "v cut" where it meets the next piece, and the wax will build up there. This floor has to come up". And they continued on as Dana and I stared at each other in sort of a state of shock. As you can imagine, it was hard on our moral as we ripped up and splintered and demolished that beautiful and expensive oak hardwood floor. I left to hitch hike back to The Big E even before the new material arrived, so I never even saw what was put down later. I was pretty disgusted by the destruction of a perfectly good floor on a moments whim...