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Posted: 2/26/2006 12:24:55 PM | Last Spring, on the highway, in the middle of nowhere between Courtenay and Campbell River, I came upon a dog, running, scared, alone.
I stopped my truck, got out, opened the hatch and called him over. He jumped in, he was cold, wet and I had no idea how long he'd been out there. He was whining and crying but I kept talking to him and after a while he quieted down. I told him he was going to be ok...I'd make everything right.
I contacted the local SPCA's and told them I had the dog, gave a description, etc and left my telephone number. It was early in the morning so before going about my work day I stopped at a local store and bought him a leash, collar, food, some treats, a dish, and a towel to dry him. I named him Freeway and he spent the day with me. Went back to my hotel in Nanaimo that night and changed rooms so I could keep the dog with me. The next day I'm back up island working and my phone rings. It's a woman saying she had lost her dog, she described it to me but sadly the one I had was not hers. Later that day, I'm on my way to Port Alberni and my phone rings again. Another woman asking about the dog. I asked her to describe him to me. She gave a description, rather generic and then I asked her if there was anything else she could tell me about him. She described a scar on the inside of his hind leg. I was silent for a moment and then I said "I have your dog". She started to cry, telling me how her husband was frantic, he'd been driving up and down the highway the past couple of days, searching everywhere for his beloved "Hunter". Friends, neighbours, everyone was looking. I got her address and told her I was going to bring Hunter home. So back to Campell River I went.
As I approached their driveway, I could see a couple standing way up at the top of it....I turned in and they started walking toward me..we met halfway. I got out and opened the hatch...Hunter jumped out....Dad started crying, Mom was crying and what could I do? I started too...it felt soooo good to see an animal loved so much. We were all hugging and they were trying to push money into my hand. I refused it and told them seeing how much they loved Hunter was payment enough for me.
Hunter died of cancer January 24th, 2006 at 11:10 p.m. surrounded by the ones who loved him the most, his family. | |
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Posted: 2/26/2006 1:55:44 PM | thanks for making me cry now too,......  great story WD. We see so many abandoned pets it is nice to hear of one so loved. I'll bet there is a spot saved across the rainbow bridge one day for you too! | |
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Posted: 2/26/2006 2:01:26 PM | | I gave a friend a brand new microwave, a desk, and a shelf for his new place. | |
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Posted: 2/26/2006 3:15:07 PM | | listened to the dillema of another parent...offered a supportive view | |
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Posted: 3/19/2006 3:25:54 PM | Wow, that was nice, Wildly Delicious.
The closest to that for me was meeting a lady in a park sitting on a neatly folded blanket at a picnic table Gibbon's Park. She was a pretty thing, and being newly separated. I was just a bit curious. I parked my bike and asked if I could share her table.
She nodded, I sat.
This pretty young woman was writing a letter drinking coffee from a thermos and had a book partly read, book-marked beside her. I quickly noticed she was really pretty, but something was not right, she was fighting off tears. The wind gently sent the fragrance of her drink to my nose, however it was not Colombian, more Tennessee. I spoke with neither attack nor defence. I said, “please let me know if you don’t want me to say more, but is that a letter you are writing?” She said “kind of” and kept writing. I asked her to whom it was, she declined to answer. I asked her why she had been sad, again no response. I let her know again if I was being rude, just let me know and I’ll go.
She said no, it’s ok.
I started probing into her personal life, first explaining that I’ve never seen a nice pretty lady sitting at as picnic table with such an amount of padding… that meant that she was very sensitive or else was whipped…She half smiled. She asked about me, what I was looking for in life. I said to find an honest woman would be nice. She asked about love kids and the icky sex part…lol.
I told her that I had two lovely children by a woman who I was with for 4.5 years, but she could not find the ability to trust me. Once she said in a rage “it is not you I hate but all you represent”. I could not be the glue in the relationship for so long single handed… and when I pulled away it all fell apart like cards. Rather defenceless I was turned into a single Dad without any rights to see my kids to speak of. I felt if I could just hold her long enough, love her enough, be there for her to depend on enough that slowly but surely she would turn and bloom. It was not to be, and she had an affair to “force” me to hate her and run, but that was not in my heart, I tried to understand and I even forgave her, she while sobbing holding me said “you really love me don’t you?” But the epiphany was too small too late and old habits die hard. I became the reason why she had problems. Our kids were my fault, and she gave them to me because she did not want anything to do with them. I said I’d be more than happy to take our kids but the deserve a mom. And that I will not let them grow up without knowing their mom.
3 months later, the kids did not return. I had been bringing them over weekly so that they could visit. Then I was met with her lawyer… and for the next 10 years I saw less and less of my babies. She broke all court orders…. All of them. Over 2 dozen missed visits… and no way to deal with it, as a lawyer was far too much for me to pay… legal aid was tried but they don’t want to fight for parental rights and my “lawyer” claimed that the paperwork had a typo. I had fallen into a depression for many years until I found that my life was good at helping people. I was a known repair guy who tackled almost anything… and without fear.
But the biggest hurt was to not be trusted. I gave her my all and I felt just trampled. And to add insult to injury, any ties with my kids had with my extended family was being cut, little by little. Now I have only time as my friend. In time all will be ok.
I now know that when my kids are of age, they will decide, and if and when that happens my door is open.
Being quite in touch with my feelings, I had tears steaming from my face and I apologised for the scene. I was greeted with a kind glance of sympathy, she had started to cry also, she put away her letter and asked how did I know I wanted to be with the mom of my kids. I told her about the great sex, the quiet times, the cuteness of her smile, even the little funny gestures all made me fall head over heels. She asked if she could trust would it be all better? I told her that Rome was not built in a day, but all things are possible until trust is broken. Then the head starts to make plans the heart must deal with. And now I could not go back to how I was, young and nieve… ok so I got a little older.. She asked if I wanted to cheat on her, and I said even if I wanted to it is not my way. Then she asked how do I know that she did not cheat before, I said I don’t. But that is part of trust.
She needed to go to the ladies room, so we started to walk to them, I walked my bike beside her as we continued to talk. While at the washroom, I held her blanket. We returned only to find that our table was not empty anymore… so we found a nice place in the middle of the park, unfolded the blanket and laid down and pondered life.
Then she said to me “You must be an angel.”
You see the letter I was writing was a letter calling off my wedding next month. I could not bring myself to trust my fiancé. We have been dating for 3 years and is the kindest sweetest guy I’ve met, but I just could not go through with it, until now. Thank you.
She asked if we’d meet again? I told her no not likely, but to have a great wedding and don't be afraid to trust because without trust there is no real love.
It makes me proud to have been such a positive person if not for myself but for others.
Cheers.
J
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Posted: 3/19/2006 5:33:59 PM | | Last night I gave a jump start to a to a complete stranger (and no wise cracks) | |
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Posted: 3/19/2006 9:27:57 PM | | he could have wireless internet off me. wow, you are generous, make sure you're connected to your network card | |
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Posted: 3/19/2006 10:55:48 PM | | Never thought this post would still be going. I set up own internet dish and broadcast through a router. Encryption sure slows down the signal though. Good deed today. Let my bowling buddy totally thrash me at bowling tonight. lol Not really. I just suck at the game. | |
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Posted: 3/20/2006 9:48:04 AM | Recent Good Deeds:
Put up with 4 screaming children for a week so they didn't have to go to spring break camp.... (don't expect a repeat this summer lol)
Didn't break my ex-husband's neck when my son arrived home in a neckbrace after a weekend with daddy.....
Gave my bf wild monkey sex last night...and the night before...and the night before that and.... wait, what am I saying??? That's just fun!!!!  | |
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Posted: 3/28/2006 11:20:36 PM | | hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...anyone smell any colons this week....where has dweedle been these days anyway | |
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Posted: 3/28/2006 11:35:14 PM | | Maybe banned? New handle? Went to the neighbors while they were gone and chopped some wood for their firepit. ( He has a broken foot ) I needed to do something anyway. | |
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Posted: 3/29/2006 1:16:13 AM |
Gave my bf wild monkey sex last night...
If you had said celebrating March 14th for a week...lol that would be better...lol | |
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Posted: 3/29/2006 9:42:47 AM | Wildly... that made me cry too and with that warm feeling we all get when it is about the unselfish act of humanity.
After one of our cats died of cancer. I went to the home of a woman who rescued cats to find a companion for our lonely remaining cat. At this place, this woman had a ton of cats there and out of all of them I was drawn to this little ball of orange fur by the front door.
I approached and touched his fur, it was like straw and he curled up tighter. He finally looked at me and I noticed that he was missing an eye. Somewhere in my heart I immediately new that I had to take this animal home. I asked the lady about this cat and she said that he was rescued just a few days before from a crazy woman who stole only male cats off the street and threw them in her basement. She’d then only throw food down at them and never did anything else. Finally someone found out and the cats were rescued from this place of hell. Many were euthanized due to illnesses so very few survived.
Anyway, I grabbed my carrier, paid a fee and carried the orange ball to my car. At the vet the doctor told me that this cat had many problems. He was covered in fleas, his ears were full of mites, his gums were enflamed and he was very malnourished. The vet said it would be a huge expense and time to bring this animal back to health. He suggested either take it back or to euthanize him.
In that moment was my act… I could have given him up so easily. I knew it would be thousands of dollars and months or even years to rehabilitate this animal. I told the vet to do what he had to do to bring this cat back to health.
So, over the next year and a half, we slowly found out all the issues around our new cat, Duncan. Xrays showed that his scull was deformed and that it likely happened as a kitten that he was hit either by a car or a large blunt object. This was found to be the likely reason he was missing an eye. His immune system was rejecting his own teeth. So, he was on steroids for this 1.5 years to battle the problem. But the only and final solution was to remove most of his teeth, except for his canines and some front teeth. They went to removed all the mites from his ears, but because they had been there so long, his ear drums were removed also. So he was stone deaf until a visit to the vet a few months later, miraculously, his eardrums began to grow back. Amazing thing to see.
The most touching moment during this period of transformation (about 6 months after we got him) was when, one night while watching a move, he, for the first time, jumped into my lap, curled up and stared to purr. I wept with joy as up until that point he only hid under the bed and only came out for food or the twice daily shot of steroids. That for me was worth of thousands of dollars and months of patience it took to bring little Duncan back to health.
So, now Duncan is a funny, cuddly, bouncy and loving cat. I wouldn’t trade all the money of love in the world for his purr. | |
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Posted: 3/29/2006 8:59:00 PM | | I went over to my 90yr old nana's house and made her tea and cleaned her house a bit...going back tomorrow for the big cleanup! now if that doesn't deserve a pat on the back ;) kidding....I enjoy helping her :) | |
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Posted: 4/22/2006 10:02:04 PM | So many times I've been buzzing down the freeway and I've seen something that made me think, "Somebody should do something about that but I don't have time or I'll be late for work." I've been making up for that in the last little while.
Northbound on the south end of the Knight Street bridge there was a leather recliner chair in the middle of the left lane, just after a slight curve in the road. I figured it was going to cause a massive crash so I parked on the shoulder, waited for break in traffic and did a run like those ball retreivers in a tennis match. Ran across three lanes, grabbed it and pulled it to the center meridian. Sat there another ten mintutes before I got another break to haul it back to the right side of the road. Now if I'd been a real hero, I'd have thrown it in the van but I left it on the shoulder. Figure I did my bit by reducing our ICBC rates an infinitessimal amount.
Stopped on highway 99 for a car on the shoulder. Turned out to be an old fellow in this probably late seventies with a flat tire and no cell phone. (Me neither.) I volunteered to change the tire. His trunk was completely full of vegetables (boxed) that I had to remove to get at the spare tire. Cadilaac. Big trunk! Got it all done in a few minutes. He offered me ten bucks but I told him I don't get the karma if I take a reward. He insisted that I should take a box of carrots or potatos. I took one carrot and one potato and said that was good. Smiled all the way to work. (Slightly late.)
I've been rescued from the side of the road once or twice. I like to think I'm restoring my karmic balance. | |
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Posted: 4/24/2006 3:22:32 AM | Out cleaning the carbon out of my cylinders.... without Smokey on my tail, I flew past a cyclist who was walking. I barely noticed... took some nice twisties and made my tires beg for mercy... filled up with more fuel, and went on the flipside. Sure enough flew past the same rider...he was still walking, along the highway. I pulled a "uee" and asked if he needed help.
I turned out he went cycling from Maple Ridge to Hope! and got two flats. He had gotten to Hope in 6 hours... not bad. but only half way back. he was walking the long road back. Well being the guy that I am I just smiled and said no problem! He was so happy he wanted to buy me a case of beer as I dropped him off at Maple Ridge... I just smiled and said just pass it on!
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Posted: 9/8/2006 11:05:51 AM | | My good deed , well not today but yesterday....I bought coffee and donuts for the person behind me in the Timmie's drive through....wish someone would do that for me | |
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Posted: 9/8/2006 3:33:34 PM | | I gave up something special today for someone I don't even know... but you know who you are. | |
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Posted: 4/18/2007 8:48:01 PM | | great story, i could'nt have imagined my gsd kodiak dying anywhere else then with me i dont think i could have handled it, he died of hemeangeosarcoma it was in the late stages and the doctor described it as " bad" i lost the love of my life that day. | |
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Posted: 9/26/2007 4:28:44 PM | | Two reasons I chose to relive this thread...1. I gave a coffee friend his birthday gift today. He is 69, and has a awsome sense of Ha Ha . He often buys the expensice orange juice and then proceeds to tell his adult children who visit to remember " This is not a beverage ". He figure that at $6 something a container , they should be drinking it out of shot glasses not the beer mugs they insist on filling with it . SO I bought him a HUGE container of TANG , and wrote a note on his birthday card ..that THIS is a beverage...LOL. 2. reason....LONG LIVE TWEEDLE, enough said !! Those of you that have been around for a while, remember ! :) | |
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Posted: 9/26/2007 6:02:17 PM |
2. reason....LONG LIVE TWEEDLE, enough said !! Those of you that have been around for a while, remember ! :)
aha... he was only a legend to me, I think he was gone already when I first got here. | |
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Posted: 10/1/2007 7:16:33 AM | In 1993 my brother passed away and my mom split his life insurance between me and my siblings, I was left with enough to put some money down on a house and to buy a decent, reasonably new car, which I got a crazy deal on. The car I had was in fairly good shape, so I decided not to use it as a trade in but to sell it on my own. While at the dealership finalizing the deal a women was telling me that the owner of the dealership gave good deals to single parents who were buying cars, I guess I was one of those recipients....I went home and thought about what she said. The next day I called some local church's and asked if they knew of anyone who needed a good used car. One church had a member who worked for them as a janitor, she was a single mom with a child who had to have kidney dialysis (sp) twice a week and had to take a taxi each time cause she didn't have a car. I called the women and she was happy and grateful for my gift to her. I signed the car over to her as a gift...and I felt good about what I was able to do for another human being.
Since then, I have given away two more cars and will continue doing it as long as I am financially able.
I work in a field where doing good things for people is a daily occurance. There are many deserving people out there who need a helping hand to get ahead in their lives.
My brother died of a cocaine overdose and it was difficult for me to use "his" money to begin with, but knowing that a small portion of it went to helping someone else made it easier. | |
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Posted: 1/9/2008 4:20:39 PM | | mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....colon smelling.......mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm | |
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Posted: 8/30/2008 7:20:47 PM | similiar story. I was travelling through the Mojave desert 3 years ago, in August..saw 2 dogs hanging out under an overpass, NO dwellings in sight. Drove 4 miles to turn around, went back, picked them up, really emaciated and dehydrated..cared for them. took them home...vet check the next day...worked with them at home training for 3 weeks...advertised dor a home for them TOGETHER...finally found a home for both of them (they were pals) they are still alive and doing well...and i smile everytime i see them
did i mention, that i already have 5 dogs at home? | |
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