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Dear Lord, Thank You.
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Marc,
I broke my back two years ago. I've spent most of those days since looking at the ceiling going through and recovering from surgery. I also have a genetic condition called Dystonia (it's like Parkinson's) that makes my entire body go ridgid from my neck down. It commonly puts me in bed for two or three days in a row. I lost 65 pounds, and I'm almost dead. I lost 80% of three of my pensions, have no income to speak of, and my now ex-girlfriend wrecked all my cars half a dozen times. I can go on forever... Point is, I get by on Love, God, and "f8ck it". I couldn't be happier, and I'll take whatever's next be it better or worse. It still beats the hell out of feeling like you do right now. If you want to talk, I'd be happy to shoot the sh!t with you. You can call me or whatever. The worst thing a guy can do is go it alone. We all need help, brother. Feeling better is as simple as picking a perspective that doesn't make me feel like putting a bullet in my head. It's easy, really. It's all in the red words. Christ said ""And whatever you ask in My name, that I will do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son." There's not one ounce of bullsh!t in that. I've tested it carefully, time and time again. ![]()
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