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( 2.9 / 42 )I am grateful to my friend, David, for all the ways in which he's saved my life. Now that he needs my help, I hope I can help him, keep him walking, fighting, believing, just as he's done for me.
Submitted by: Grace
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( 3 / 62 )Thank you, Michael. You lead an army of love that will go on. We may say goodbye to you, but what you gave us will never die! God bless you.
Submitted by: Anonymous
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( 3 / 96 )Thank you for being the ONE person in this world that sticks by me no matter how many times I fail you. I really don't try to mess up on purpose... I am finding that I'm an incredibly weak individual. Thank you for believing in me, my heart,...thank you for not leaving when what I did to you was unforgivable. Thank you for reminding me time and time again, that I'm not a mistake, that I am beautiful and have a purpose in this world...
Submitted by: MissMistake
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( 3 / 121 )Hi, G. Watching the new Gatorade ads -- What's G? -- made me think of you and all you've meant to me. You really have been the heart, hustle and soul of my days. Thank you.
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( 2.9 / 118 )I went to this acupuncturist who used to be a physicist before she switched careers. She's out there, firmly, and doesn't apologize for it. She tells her clients to revisit a time when they felt safe or alive or happy or loved or all of the above. She says in physics that time and space are negotiable. She says something to the effect that time's ours to play with, should we want to. So there in her office with a few needles in my hands and feet I went back to Saratoga Springs in the fall when Anne was alive and walked beside me in deliberate small steps and told me she felt life was benevolent, if you let it be, if you could surrender to what it gave rather than suffer over what it didn't. And then I went back to one of the first nights you slept here, at my place, in my bed, and how I got the giggles and then you did and we couldn't stop laughing for what seemed like hours, but I'm not sure how long. I went back to your body there and mine, the heat of us laughing, and how surprised we were, how we couldn't stop. Thank you for that. For staying, for laughing, for your feet through the iron bars of my bed, for stopping time.
Submitted by: PIE
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( 3.1 / 89 )I want to thank George from True Power Training. He is a personal trainer and he has helped me find the sexy girl within. He has stood by my side through the good (those days that I could conquer the world) and the bad (those days when a twinky could conquer me). I have been overweight for the past six years. I've tried all types of things... weight watchers, jenny craig, curves gym, gold's gym, and even a couple of other personal trainers. Everything failed because although all of these programs were pretty good and although they have worked for some people, they lack one very important thing... LOVE! George showed me the one ingredient that had been missing from all of my workouts, all of my diets and all of my failed attempts to regain my sexy figure. George showed me that knowledge without love is empty knowledge that becomes useless after a while. Thank you George for helping me become the me I was before I forgot how to love myself. Thank you and God bless you and your business in 2008. If anyone out there wants to see what I am talking about, contact me and I will give you George's contact information.
Submitted by: Not Fat...Never Again (nude.paint@yahoo.com)
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( 2.9 / 104 )Thank you for letting me smell the perfume on your wrist. I've been high ever since. Lady, I'm nuts for you.
Submitted by: George
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( 2.9 / 82 )I had a birthday party for myself. Most of my friends planned to come. One woman, Ellen, also came. I don't know her well, but I've always liked her. Some of my close friends showed up late, didn't bother with a gift; one of my friends forgot the night altogether. I tried not to be bothered by all this; birthdays come fast at my age, but I couldn't help notice that Ellen showed up early, helped me set up, and then later in the night gave me this great, really thoughtful gift. It made me feel special. It was unexpected. Thank you, Ellen, for taking a moment to think of me. You made my birthday.
Submitted by: Mary
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( 3.2 / 98 )Rebecca:
We had agreed you might come to visit this October for your birthday, but then we let it slide. I got so caught up in work. I’ve had so much lately, too much, and so I took a much-needed break from the city and my apartment, from me. I wish I had not run out of gas so utterly, and more I wish I had contacted you to tell you how I’d let the magazine run me down, but I was caught up, dealing with the nonsense, all the deadlines and egos, and then the race for the finish line and some version of calm. So I rang you on your birthday to tell your voice mail I missed you and that I was sorry we’d not made the trip happen. I’ve not heard from you. That’s the way of distance, of lives lived separately, of inertia. But today on the subway platform one of your songs came on in a shuffle on my Ipod. There was your voice, its fine, clear pitch and texture, its beauty and feeling; and there was you there behind it, breathing there. You were performing, taking chances as you do, and because I know you, I could hear you despairing in turns and rejoicing at others. What singular songs you’ve written, lovely Becca, never mind all your poems and prose. I wish your father was not ill and in that faraway world. I wish I could make you feel as we did in graduate school, make you laugh about that woman contorting me in ungodly positions on that old tanning bed all for a simple leg wax. This is all to say, I’m awfully grateful that you’re in my life, even if you’re not at hand. I’m grateful for the ways we still know and love each other even after all these years, after all this distance. I remember you.
Submitted by: Amy
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( 2.9 / 98 )When I get this tired, this depleted, I cannot imagine I can make new or better efforts. I do not believe I can overcome what has been lost -- love, people, dreams. But then I hear your voice on the phone; or I see you -- old love, old friend, family, you are all these -- and I feel a jolt; I feel life there after all, a willingness to try again and again and again.
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( 3 / 70 )Thank you to my best friend, the man I call Gandhi (a nickname). He sticks with me. We say people are bad, basically, but my friend is not, not even remotely. Some of us are indeed bad, all or partly, but my friend is so loyal and believes so hard in the best for me, for him, for you, that he creates balance just by walking around. Thank you, Gandhi. Thank you for your faith. May I be as good a friend, as good an example.
Submitted by: Andal
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( 3.1 / 80 )My friend Sam: I need to thank everything that is everything for her. She's been a shock of pleasure, joy, chaos, and comfort in my life. She's known some challenges, and though she wasn't blessed with the most loving mother, she's learned to love and live with such intensity, ingenuity, and grace. I'm not kidding. This woman puts that nurture thing to shame. She's created herself and does so every day – she's got her eyes on life as she'd like to see and live it, not as it was doled out on the sad soup line. I wish you knew her. She'd make you laugh and cry.
Submitted by: Colette
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( 2.9 / 85 )PG-
Thank you for going out to dinner with me after that awful movie.
You are the loveliest thing around.
Submitted by: Coyote
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( 3.2 / 83 )The guy at my local coffee place, a friend and a stranger both, was kind to me today. A song was playing about the most beautiful girl in the world. Maybe it was a Prince song; I could only hear the high notes over the din. He said, "That's your song; that's about you." Yes, he's a practiced flirt, and I'm sure that's a line he's used on any number of women today, but I needed it this morning -- I was tired and lonely and the weather has been too heavy and unpromising for October. Once in a while every woman likes to think for a time -- for the length of time a compliment and its afterglow lasts -- that she's the loveliest thing around, that someone might write a song just for her.
Submitted by: G girl
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