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Re: Goodwhisky, you must have taken strength into that school
Hi ciel, have never thought of it from that perspective, but i guess you are right, some girls did not last the course. But i've always felt that maybe they gave up too soon. Because the one thing that an institution like that did was pull out the best in you so almost everyone found what they excelled at and that gave the boost and confidence.
And to your broken repairs, i would like to say if you survived what you did, then you already took the ultimate pressure. So now what pressure is there that can still create cracks? Thats really what i do with anything bad, just think to myself 'if you could do it as a child, what the hell are you minging about now, what in the world can bring down a full grown adult - only themselves, is what i feel.
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goodwhisky
on January 23, 2009 at 11:05 PM
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Re: Good Whisky, I love that name!
I love the good whiskey too, my daughter studied in Scotland for many years and knowing my affinity for the same discovered many wondrous single malts to share with me. I savour them during what i call my whiskey hour, and do not offer them to any but another aficionado.
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goodwhisky
on January 23, 2009 at 10:51 PM
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Good Whisky, I love that name!
probably because I have an affinity for good whiskey. I went off to college a long way from home just to see if I could fly, but it was my choice, and I was almost eighteen. a big difference from your experience, but with much the same result. I proved to myself, and my parents, that they had done a good job of raising me because I did succeed, and I had a great time.
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muley12
on January 23, 2009 at 2:06 PM
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Goodwhisky, you must have taken strength into that school
in sufficient supply to draw upon, to take all the hard lessons and learn, and not crumble under them.
I have wondered how I would have faced the hard lessons of life had my parents not systemmatically undermined my strengths, destroyed my self-confidence and punished any notion of loving myself. I did survive it, and my strengths have asserted themselves, yet they are broken and the repairs don't always stand up under pressure.
What shapes our imperatives? What makes one child into an adult who can face down anything, and another into one who hides in a comfy rut, constantly hungry of spirit? What builds character, what ruins it? Or is it like riding a bike: that you have to start quick and go fast enough to sustain momentum--if you hesitate, you stall and fall...? I wonder if some girls enter that school, and can't, in the end, swim?
Well, you have stimulated some thought this morning!
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Ciel
on January 23, 2009 at 11:23 AM
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