A good cry on the train

Rereading this thread, this still seems like a not bad idea, but perhaps too much into revisiting.

i am going back and read the entire 60 pages...starts out like the story of my life

good luck Joe

Salima, this is one of my all time favorite threads, maybe the all time favorite.

I'm going to state something really lame right now and say, "Wow, you sound like you're sad."

Wow, you sound like you're sad.

Grief is best spent in public places, I believe, especially in public places where you're easily ignored. When you're alone, it's too easy to fall into that hole of misery and despair and not want to climb back up, pull yourself together. On the train, in the subway, at the airport-- people you don't know understand there's something going on in your life and they don't ask you embarrassing questions, just letting you be content to cry your eyes out.

Ramen: Thanks for writing.

It seems as if a lot of time has passed;
it seems it's been no time at all.

I should do an update.
um.
Joe(Where to start? )Nation

Once upon a time......?

It wasn't a dark and stormy night but it seemed like a dark and stormy night. ...

but there is sunshine now..
I recently read a neat post of yours somewhere, JoeN.

4 score and 7 years ago.....

that seems to be apropriate with your last name

4 score and 7 years ago, I was a lot younger

You didn't EXIST, you wally!

An update would be a very good thing to read, Joe. But only if you feel inclined to do so, of course.
I just reread the first few pages of this thread.
You have come so far since that terribly sad time.
An excellent reason to celebrate, a toast to strength and resilience .... and so much more.
Good for you.

odd huh.
it has been.... years... since this.

and now?
You are no longer sad

No! He's happy, happy, happy.....you should read his facebook updates

If youre gonna try commercials, at least get the language right. If you need some help please consider emnrolling in the FARMERMAN SCHOOL OF ELOCUTION. You will, after just 48 hours of intensive training, sound like a native AMerican when you push your spam at me.
You will learn all the proper idiomatic phrases and their limits.
Like: "WHEN is it ok to say "THIS IS NO ****", and when are you not talking about actual excrement?.
These are important lessons.

Think about it as you eat your Western style breakfast.

Well that was random.

You're quite a writer. Please write more. It's good, it hits home and it will make you feel better. Really, I want to read more.

Thank you.
I drift in and out of A2K. These days, more out than in, thanks again.

Joe(Now, where was I?)Nation

Well, Joe, I've sobbed in public. Ive seen a woman walk away. I considered myself the strongest man i knew, and the one who could piece a heart back together at will. Wrong. I still have none of that heart left. and she holds it in silence. over a year of silence. The bravest thing a man ever did was love a women. Going to war would be a lesser challenge, and women from years ago knew this. True love and devotion -Not recognized often in this century. Women that respect men(who devote & love) are few and far between in this era. You are going to be fine. Keep your spirits high, and a good girl will find you, and take care of what needs to be put back together. It happens "on its own" and only with "time" Good luck! -Ryan

I can attest that the last time I had a drink with Joe (we were on the deck facing the East River at the South Street Seaport in Manhattan) he had a huge smile on his face the whole night--not a tear in his eye.

My Nancy was with me and he had a lovely young woman with him, a young woman who has become an important part of his life...and seemed very, very happy to be living his changed life.

If you stick with it...it normally works out in the end.