tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359369755198487122.post3958194994276715075..comments2023-10-17T08:05:04.587-04:00Comments on STEVERONI'S BLOG: POP: PART ONEsteveronihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17498524940140288735noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359369755198487122.post-38878576193916748002009-03-15T06:59:00.000-04:002009-03-15T06:59:00.000-04:00Our fathers must have been from the same tribe. A...Our fathers must have been from the same tribe. Acceptance springs to mind, that and the joy of a sober life.<BR/>Good post.Findonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08029106119199508890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359369755198487122.post-52711149206835264162009-03-15T06:52:00.000-04:002009-03-15T06:52:00.000-04:00It is that much more difficult to be unloved by a ...It is that much more difficult to be unloved by a loving person.<BR/><BR/>I am so glad you are alive and loving today Steve.Mary Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08156474205414127488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359369755198487122.post-60750626418219577232009-03-14T23:54:00.000-04:002009-03-14T23:54:00.000-04:00Oh this is amazing Steve, this part of your life a...Oh this is amazing Steve, this part of your life and that you share it with us is a gift. Thank you, you have helped me so much in my sobriety...thank you!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15127343815869529555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359369755198487122.post-1309318903048351792009-03-14T16:13:00.000-04:002009-03-14T16:13:00.000-04:00thanks for sharing a part of your self.thanks for sharing a part of your self.Mike Golchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14472496241893921107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359369755198487122.post-87524445841515307172009-03-14T16:06:00.000-04:002009-03-14T16:06:00.000-04:00Your father was old school alright, so was mine. T...Your father was old school alright, so was mine. Totally undemonstrative.<BR/>I was never good enough,got punished for being clumsy. He ruled the house like a boot camp.<BR/>But I left early and never asked for help (I wouldn't have gotten any!).I learned to work two jobs if that's what it took, and never look for a hand out. <BR/>It was the same with you, I suspect.You may have become alcoholic Louhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09496172669599418214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359369755198487122.post-4069680653133160242009-03-14T16:04:00.000-04:002009-03-14T16:04:00.000-04:00((big hug))((big hug))Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359369755198487122.post-59029236119159260622009-03-14T15:23:00.000-04:002009-03-14T15:23:00.000-04:00Yep, alcoholism is a thinking disease. It's kind o...Yep, alcoholism is a thinking disease. It's kind of like we are trying to fill up something we are missing with all that booze. Lots of times nothing quite fits the shape of that empty space, but through recovery we learn to fulfill ourselves in different and healthy ways. Fellowship is one of them. <BR/><BR/>Much love to you, Steve. You've added much to my life.Judithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16354890444410748967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359369755198487122.post-21391381647264549192009-03-14T13:40:00.000-04:002009-03-14T13:40:00.000-04:00I, of course, have heard most of this, but it stil...I, of course, have heard most of this, but it still amazes and interests me. That your father, a blind man, could place his hands on a cow and know how much milk it produced each day and all that other information. WOW! And how about the hands that started the tractor?<BR/><BR/>He had 'magic' hands - maybe a magic mind, a magic memory too!<BR/><BR/>Looking forward to "POP: PART TWO"<BR/><BR/>PGOne Prayer Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17455437909918314217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359369755198487122.post-10432691199753433302009-03-14T13:33:00.000-04:002009-03-14T13:33:00.000-04:00Thank you for sharing this part of your life. I've...Thank you for sharing this part of your life. I've always believed anytime a parent denies a child love it's a form of abuse in itself. It doesn't seem like much, but that denial crushes the spirit and hope of a child who just wants to be loved! I love you for you to dear heart! Don't ever stop being you. (Hugs)IndigoSage Ravenwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17143502548162174269noreply@blogger.com