Thanks for sharing, but I do have a suggestion. You should respect your parents a bit more for putting up with you. If your Mom needs help carrying in groceries, get off your ass and go help her. And she shouldn't even have to ask. Be thankful you have a Mom and Dad capable and willing to take in your sorry ass when your GF kicks you out. Otherwise thanks for the tip on the Mob Density.
- Syd
Lol it is all a joke bro I love my mom to death, and she was actually at my apartment and we were just kidding around! I resepct you though! good looking out!
Thanks for sharing, but I do have a suggestion. You should respect your parents a bit more for putting up with you. If your Mom needs help carrying in groceries, get off your ass and go help her. And she shouldn't even have to ask. Be thankful you have a Mom and Dad capable and willing to take in your sorry ass when your GF kicks you out. Otherwise thanks for the tip on the Mob Density.
I believe in God or an all powerful entity. I don't know what it is, where it came from, or WHY. You asked me to prove to prove to you that my God exists. I don't know if I can prove to you that my God exists, I can only show you what was proven to me that my God exists. This may be lengthy but I hope it is worth the read.
Background: I was raised in a Pentacostal household. Growing up I was exposed to religion at a young age and saw a lot of things that were quite frightening to me as a child. As I grew older, I kept waiting for things to happen to me. I kept waiting to feel overwhelmed in church and do the things that others in my religion were doing. It never happened, and I felt that I was lost. Eventually in my mind I decided that none of it was real and that it was an act. I wouldn't admit it, but its what I felt deep down.
In 1998 I was living in North Carolina. I was young, had a wife and a child and was working a job barely over minimum wage to pay for food and rent. I worked the late shift and left work around 7:15 AM every morning. On my way home one morning, I was listening to the radio and heard the DJ announce that they would be giving away $3,000 to a listener that day. I later found out they were doing this every day that month. The contest was simple, they announced the 3 songs to listen for and you had to be the 77th caller when the third song began to play.
When I arrived home, I half heartedly told my wife about the 3 songs, and I went to bed. Normally I slept until around 3:00 PM. On this day, I woke up around 1:00 PM and was lying there listening to the radio. Thats when the first song came on the radio. I didn't think anything of it until that song went off and the second song came on. I knew then that this was the 3 songs to listen for. I didn't even know the radio station, I only knew it was based out of Winston Salem. I dialed 411, explaining to the operator that I was looking for a rock station out of Winston Salem. They gave me the call letters and decided that was the right one, at which point they gave me the number. I hung up and dialed the radio station. Busy signal. I dialed again. Another busy signal. I dialed a third time and it rang probably 10 times before the DJ picked up the phone and announced that I was the winner.
Awesome! We just won $3,000, things were already tight in the house so this would help out tremendously. After taxes we would probably net around $2,200.
Two weeks go by and after the proper paper work and release forms signed we received the money.
The day after receiving the money, I was preparing to leave for work around 10:30 PM. It was November and very cold out so I went out ot start the car. We had a fairly new car, a 1998 Dodge Neon. The car would not start, battery appeard to be dead. I had been living in the area only a few months and had no friend or family around. I tried finding a neighbor with some jumper cables. Finally I called my boss to tell her I was going to be late for work at which point I phoned a cab.
At 11:20 PM the cab company still had not shown up at which point I called them back. As soon as I hung up the phone, it rang. It was my wife's aunt with bad news. My 19 year old brother in law had passed away. She recanted immediately and said that they were working with him in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. It was a horrible call to receive and horrible news that I had to somehow tell my wife that her brother may or may not be dead. I told my wife we had to go home (a four hour drive) that her brother was on his way to the hospital. I phoned my boss, telling her that we had a family emergency and needed to go home.
At this point I went back outside to the car and tried starting it again. This time, the car started without issue. I had tried to start this car several times over the past hour.
We packed quickly and we were on our way. I stopped to get gas just before getting on the interstate. A stranger was pumping gas beside me and struck up a conversation. The only thing I remember from the conversation was him saying "It's a clear night tonight. It's one of those nights you can move on at 90mph and not worry about a thing". Thats what I remember from the conversation and just how calm he was and how calm I felt after speaking with him.
A few hours later the ER doctor confirmed that my brother in law had been brought in, and that he was DOA.
Over the next couple days, we made funeral arrangements. No-one in my wifes family had the money to pay for a funeral so it fell to us. We ended up using the money we'd won from the radio station to pay for the funeral rather than letting the state put him in a pine box.
Let's recap the story -
I won money from a radio station used two weeks later to pay for my brother in law's funeral. I didn't even have the number to this radio station. I didn't even know the name. Do you realize how many people had the number memorized, written down beside them, or on speed dial?
My car would not start, causing me to be late for work and receive a horrible phone call that my wife would have otherwise received, alone with a 2 year old. Upon receiving the news, somehow the car starts.
A complete stranger gave me a calming message. In hindsight it wasn't important that we drove fast to get there, at the time it was of the utmost importance.
I know this was a long story, and probably a "Cool Story". And it doesn't answer your question. I can't prove to you that my God exists. To me, these events proved one thing to me. That something far greater is in control. Far greater than you or I. I tell this story when I'm challenged about life, religion, or the big question of Why? It doesn't answer any of that. It just tells ME that there's something else to life and that we should not spend it arguing about who's right or wrong.
These days I spend time meditating and trying to communicate appreciation for the life I have, my family and friends. As for religion, I believe that many can hold a framework of communicating ways for humanity to live with and love each other. The internet saddens me at times and I worry about our future. I pray that whoever you are in this life, you should look at your hands, look at everything around you and question "Why did anything have to exist in the first place?". Sometimes it doesn't hurt to just have a little faith. Thanks for reading.
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Background: I was raised in a Pentacostal household. Growing up I was exposed to religion at a young age and saw a lot of things that were quite frightening to me as a child. As I grew older, I kept waiting for things to happen to me. I kept waiting to feel overwhelmed in church and do the things that others in my religion were doing. It never happened, and I felt that I was lost. Eventually in my mind I decided that none of it was real and that it was an act. I wouldn't admit it, but its what I felt deep down.
In 1998 I was living in North Carolina. I was young, had a wife and a child and was working a job barely over minimum wage to pay for food and rent. I worked the late shift and left work around 7:15 AM every morning. On my way home one morning, I was listening to the radio and heard the DJ announce that they would be giving away $3,000 to a listener that day. I later found out they were doing this every day that month. The contest was simple, they announced the 3 songs to listen for and you had to be the 77th caller when the third song began to play.
When I arrived home, I half heartedly told my wife about the 3 songs, and I went to bed. Normally I slept until around 3:00 PM. On this day, I woke up around 1:00 PM and was lying there listening to the radio. Thats when the first song came on the radio. I didn't think anything of it until that song went off and the second song came on. I knew then that this was the 3 songs to listen for. I didn't even know the radio station, I only knew it was based out of Winston Salem. I dialed 411, explaining to the operator that I was looking for a rock station out of Winston Salem. They gave me the call letters and decided that was the right one, at which point they gave me the number. I hung up and dialed the radio station. Busy signal. I dialed again. Another busy signal. I dialed a third time and it rang probably 10 times before the DJ picked up the phone and announced that I was the winner.
Awesome! We just won $3,000, things were already tight in the house so this would help out tremendously. After taxes we would probably net around $2,200.
Two weeks go by and after the proper paper work and release forms signed we received the money.
The day after receiving the money, I was preparing to leave for work around 10:30 PM. It was November and very cold out so I went out ot start the car. We had a fairly new car, a 1998 Dodge Neon. The car would not start, battery appeard to be dead. I had been living in the area only a few months and had no friend or family around. I tried finding a neighbor with some jumper cables. Finally I called my boss to tell her I was going to be late for work at which point I phoned a cab.
At 11:20 PM the cab company still had not shown up at which point I called them back. As soon as I hung up the phone, it rang. It was my wife's aunt with bad news. My 19 year old brother in law had passed away. She recanted immediately and said that they were working with him in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. It was a horrible call to receive and horrible news that I had to somehow tell my wife that her brother may or may not be dead. I told my wife we had to go home (a four hour drive) that her brother was on his way to the hospital. I phoned my boss, telling her that we had a family emergency and needed to go home.
At this point I went back outside to the car and tried starting it again. This time, the car started without issue. I had tried to start this car several times over the past hour.
We packed quickly and we were on our way. I stopped to get gas just before getting on the interstate. A stranger was pumping gas beside me and struck up a conversation. The only thing I remember from the conversation was him saying "It's a clear night tonight. It's one of those nights you can move on at 90mph and not worry about a thing". Thats what I remember from the conversation and just how calm he was and how calm I felt after speaking with him.
A few hours later the ER doctor confirmed that my brother in law had been brought in, and that he was DOA.
Over the next couple days, we made funeral arrangements. No-one in my wifes family had the money to pay for a funeral so it fell to us. We ended up using the money we'd won from the radio station to pay for the funeral rather than letting the state put him in a pine box.
Let's recap the story -
I won money from a radio station used two weeks later to pay for my brother in law's funeral. I didn't even have the number to this radio station. I didn't even know the name. Do you realize how many people had the number memorized, written down beside them, or on speed dial?
My car would not start, causing me to be late for work and receive a horrible phone call that my wife would have otherwise received, alone with a 2 year old. Upon receiving the news, somehow the car starts.
A complete stranger gave me a calming message. In hindsight it wasn't important that we drove fast to get there, at the time it was of the utmost importance.
I know this was a long story, and probably a "Cool Story". And it doesn't answer your question. I can't prove to you that my God exists. To me, these events proved one thing to me. That something far greater is in control. Far greater than you or I. I tell this story when I'm challenged about life, religion, or the big question of Why? It doesn't answer any of that. It just tells ME that there's something else to life and that we should not spend it arguing about who's right or wrong.
These days I spend time meditating and trying to communicate appreciation for the life I have, my family and friends. As for religion, I believe that many can hold a framework of communicating ways for humanity to live with and love each other. The internet saddens me at times and I worry about our future. I pray that whoever you are in this life, you should look at your hands, look at everything around you and question "Why did anything have to exist in the first place?". Sometimes it doesn't hurt to just have a little faith. Thanks for reading.