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Home Contemplation The Power and Practice of Letting Go Contemplationfreedom The Power and Practice of Letting Go By Paul Bane - September 28, 2018 6668 0 Facebook Twitter Pinterest WhatsApp The phrase “letting go” is a well-worn cliché used by nearly every person alive at one time or another i...

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Really cool yard signs I’ve been passing on my daily commute 🙌🏼💕 Don’t give up…You matter
"I CAN, I WILL, I MUST" is a short film about a Marine who has lost all hope. Having decided to end it all he points a gun to his head and places his finger on the trigger. His final moment is suddenly interrupted by a dog barking at his front door. Hands shaking, he puts the weapon down and makes his way to the door to investigate, only to find a skinny, stray dog staring up at him and furiously wagging its tail. Here begins a life-saving partnership. This Marine, once completely focused on his own pain, now focuses on loving his new found friend. Includes - "The Bridge" with Jeffery Gray and a Behind the scenes montage.
First street races of the year for Hell Camino, #awreness22, #mulletmachine to the front! Stay tuned for pictures and videos of the races!! Like and share what you can please! We are trying to reach out to any and all veterans we can!
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My Story With all of the groups out there offering help if you feel suicidal, the one thing that is rarely shared is a story of what happens if you find someone you love who has succeeded at su***de and what happens in the people's lives that love the person who went 22 after the initial shock is over. I'm going to share my story. It doesn't matter if it's been four years or forty years, it will always be a raw spot, and it may get lengthy, so please bear with me and read to the end. I'll never forget the events of July 2nd, 2016. Amy, Aaron, and myself got up that morning, had breakfast as usual, and started our normal day. We laughed and cut up as a family. The town was having their Independence Day fireworks that evening, and we had made plans to go as a family. Amy was laughing, cutting up, and we were all enjoying the day together. Nothing really eventful happened. Around 5 PM, a friend of mine showed up to visit because he wanted to get away from his grouchy wife for a while. Around 5:30 PM, Amy called her daughter from a new cell phone that Aaron had gifted to her a week before. She was more of a mother to him than his blood mother was, and she loved him like he was her own blood son instead of him just being the son of her boyfriend. Amy's son had succeeded at 22 two and a half years before. She had her days, but lately seemed to be handling the grief pretty well. When Amy called her daughter, her daughter lashed out. She cussed her own mother out and said some terrible things. Things like "I wish you were dead. I'd be better off if you were dead. Why don't you take a gun and blow your brains out like my brother, your son, Jeremy did." Amy's daughter's words cut Amy to the core. They triggered her badly. I grabbed the phone and hung it up on her daughter. My son and I spent the next 45 minutes trying to calm her down. I went to get her something to eat. Aaron stayed with Amy while I was gone. Amy seemed to calm down good and ate. My friend Mitchell and I was on the couch talking. Amy got up and I thought went to the bathroom. I heard something that sounded like she had bumped the wall. I got up and went to the bathroom to see if she needed help, and she wasn't there. Oh no, I thought. I went upstairs and got my son so we could start looking for her. We searched all over the house, but she wasn't in the house. We searched the yard and couldn't find her. Aaron had just gotten in his car to search our small community when I found her. He was too far to hear me if I yelled, so I waved frantically with both arms until he saw me. He came back, parked, and walked up to me. We didn't speak. We just walked. Amy was sitting on a telephone pole we had planned to put up. I saw where she was sitting peacefully. Her hair was still the beautiful golden blonde that it has always been. However, something was different. Her eyes were open, but the light that shined ever so brightly from her to whoever she was talking to was gone. Down at my feet and to my left was my own 45 caliber pistol that had fallen from her hand when she had taken the barrel of the gun, put it in her mouth, and pulled the trigger. The back of her head was missing. I tried to revive her and keep her alive while Aaron called the ambulance, police, and the coroner. My thoughts were that if I could keep her alive until the ambulance got here, they could get her to the hospital in time enough to save her life. After what seemed like an eternity, I realized that it was no use. She was gone before I even found her. She had been triggered by her own daughter enough to give in to the grief demons that haunted her over the 22 of her own son. When the police got there, we told them what happened. Just to follow protocol, they called to the scene what appeared to be 15 detectives. My son and I were placed in separate police cars with bags over our hands for several hours until they determined that her death was indeed a su***de and not a murder. All three of us (Amy, Aaron, and myself) were given the gunpowder residue test. It seemed like the citizens of three towns rode by to see why there were so many first responders at our house, why they stayed for several hours, and saw my son and I in separate cop cars. Once the detectives were satisfied that her death was a su***de, they let Aaron and I out of the cop cars and took the bags off of our hands. Our vets can understand that when trauma happens, our training takes over and we deal with the issue at hand, and fall apart after the issue has been dealt with. It was only when the police left and the ambulance left with Amy, I realized that my heart was shattered to pieces. My soul went into extreme turmoil. I started pouring tears. The extreme grief could be heard in my yells and questions. For the next three years, my heart didn't beat. Grief fog took over my brain. Some of the residents of the town spread rumors that my son and I had murdered this woman that had brought my son and I great peace, joy, happiness, and love since the death of my wife. I went from living the dream to living in hell. Literally. In all actuality, hell would probably have been a much more peaceful place than here. People that knew me and knew what happened made things worse by trying to be there and comfort us, but said and did the wrong things. The townspeople shunned us because someone went 22 in our yard. My son and I hardly slept. He delayed his grieving to be strong for me. I created this group some time in the 3rd year. I couldn't focus on deep healing without some help. I also knew that I wanted to be helpful if I could, so with the group, I could focus on healing and being helpful at the same time. It's now been over four years since Amy's 22. My son and I both are now healed. Things to remember though. If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. Don't be judgemental; you have no idea what others are going through. If you can't help, don't hurt. Trauma affects everyone, not just veterans. Some of you may want to copy and paste my story to share with other groups. Feel free to do so. We're all on the same team to reduce or prevent 22, and to improve the quality of life for people. Something I really need to add here: Brothers and sisters from another group talked to me on messenger for three days and three nights until I could half way get a grip on what had happened. Do not be afraid to ask for help. All I did was say that my girlfriend had succeeded at 22 today; will someone please talk to me? It truly really is that simple. I have deliberately left out the graphics in this post. Please don't ask how she looked then or right before her cremation. This is how I choose to remember Amy Elizabeth Davis Latham. She fought hard to stay alive the 2 1/2 years that I knew her alive. If this happens to someone you love, don't think badly of them. Remember and honor their fight, love, compassion, and the help they were while they were fighting their own demons.
The Meaning of the Flag-Draped Coffin. What a wonderful lesson this was for me. I do not recall ever being taught this in school. "The Meaning of the Flag-Draped Coffin" All Americans should be given this lesson. Those who think that America is an arrogant nation should really reconsider that thought. Our founding fathers used GOD's word and teachings to establish our Great Nation and I think it's high time Americans get re-educated about this Nation's history. Please pass it along and be proud of the country we live in, and even more proud of those who serve to protect our 'GOD-GIVEN' rights and freedoms. I hope you take the time to read this ... To understand what the flag draped coffin really means ... Here is how to understand the flag that laid upon it and is surrendered to so many widows and widowers: Do you know that at military funerals, the 21-gun salute stands for the sum of the numbers in the year 1776? Have you ever noticed that the honor guard pays meticulous attention to correctly folding the United States of America Flag 13 times? You probably thought it was to symbolize the original 13 colonies, but we learn something new every day! The 1st fold of the flag is a symbol of life. The 2nd fold is a symbol of the belief in eternal life. The 3rd fold is made in honor and remembrance of the veterans departing the ranks who gave a portion of their lives for the defense of the country to attain peace throughout the world. The 4th fold represents the weaker nature, for as American citizens trusting in God, it is to Him we turn in times of peace as well as in time of war for His divine guidance. The 5th fold is a tribute to the country, for in the words of Stephen Decatur, 'Our Country, in dealing with other countries, may she always be right; but it is still our country, right or wrong.' The 6th fold is for where people's hearts lie. It is with their heart that they pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America , and the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all. The 7th fold is a tribute to its Armed Forces, for it is through the Armed Forces that they protect their country and their flag against all her enemies, whether they be found within or without the boundaries of their republic.. The 8th fold is a tribute to the one who entered into the valley of the shadow of death, that we might see the light of day. The 9th fold is a tribute to womanhood, and Mothers. For it has been through their faith, their love, loyalty and devotion that the character of the men and women who have made this country great has been molded. The 10th fold is a tribute to the father, for he, too, has given his sons and daughters for the defense of their country since they were first born. The 11th fold represents the lower portion of the seal of King David and King Solomon and glorifies in the Hebrews eyes, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. The 12th fold represents an emblem of eternity and glorifies, in the Christians eyes, God the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit. The 13th fold, or when the flag is completely folded, the stars are uppermost reminding them of their Nations motto, 'In God We Trust.' After the flag is completely folded and tucked in, it takes on the appearance of a cocked hat, ever reminding us of the soldiers who served under General George Washington, and the Sailors and Marines who served under Captain John Paul Jones, who were followed by their comrades and shipmates in the Armed Forces of the United States, preserving for them the rights, privileges and freedoms they enjoy today. There are some traditions and ways of doing things that have deep meaning. In the future, you'll see flags folded and now you will know why. Please share this with the children you love and all others who love what is referred to as the symbol of ' Liberty and Freedom.' MAYBE THE SUPREME COURT SHOULD READ THIS EXPLANATION BEFORE THEY RENDER THEIR DECISION ON THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE. FORWARD IT; MAYBE SOMEONE WITH THE NECESSARY POWER, OR POLITICAL AND FINANCIAL INFLUENCE, WILL GET IT TO THEM. IN THE MEANTIME, MAY GOD PROTECT US ALWAYS. ONE NATION, UNDER GOD, WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL.