Good Old Days

History is history and I cant influence it....The future I can have some imput into and direct xxxx

I agree history is history and we could not do anythink about it if we are talking about what happened before we where about 15 or 16 after that I belive as an indevidual I played a small part in the sort of life I eventualy led but so did fate and other ppl.. there are some ppl who can direct there future and good luck to them

I just think that we can look back at the so-called Good Old Days with Rose tinted glasses and forget the bad things...Just a few of them...

1.... My dad died of a heart attack,which if treated today I think he would have survived.Heart treatment is light years ahead of then...
2.... I had no cash,nor did my friends as we were all in early work years.....so regardless of what the image of the 60s gives....we were selective in where we spent it....
3.... Late teens is full of posing and self-centred thinking....Where will I next get laid etc....
4.... Dining out was rubbish by comparison to the choices of today..... For goodness sake Fanny blinkin Craddock was seen as a good cook.
5.... TV was rubbish...Comedy and sit comedy was unfunny and racist...Remember Love Thy Neighbour,Till Death Us Do Part...rest my case....
6.... Music then was Great and never been matched since.It was new,vibrant and original.....

So...1 out of 6 xxxxx :ohmy:

i just got dragged back......


by all my old barnados mates from our home on face book lol. Im so made up i never thought to think of the soldiers we all became in our personal fights against that dark bit of life and how we came to depend on eachother for the stupid stuff like a giggle an a fag at smokers corner at the home. Nostalgia rules and im in tears feeling awfull for my lack of remembering the girls who i lived every day with. Dorrie, scotty and ducky have both shown me you can remember the good if you look as have lovely tony and others i guess i just forgot,,,,, i love all of my friends here because you remind me humility is a blessing not a sin. iv found things a little hard talking lately and have so been absent but im coming back in bits. Thanks guys xxxxx

Good ole days prior to my 1991 disability. If I
knew what would happen prior to that nite back in Sept.
The year 1991 of course I would not get drunk that nite
when I got run over as I staggered across the street.
But can't go back in Time to correct errors. What ha-
ve I learned? For one thing no more drinking alcohol or
drugs.
When I awoke from a 2-3 week coma I looked at my surr-
oundings. That damn light above me was too bright. I
looked around the room laying on my back.
What's thiz thing on my head? halo Why am I hooked to
a IV? Many questions, no answer.
A nurse enters the room and aproaches my bed. I asked
her what happened. What?....my voice is rasp. Due to st-
aph infectionm of treache. A hole in my windpipe.
What's this attatche to my penis? A catheter. A feed-
ing tube hanging out from stomache. Staples on my right
femur. A broken femur.
\"You got run over on south 27th ST\" the nurse replies.

Slowly bits and pieces of memory emerged. Last thing I
remember I was wet....and 'unseen hands' grab me......
paramedics. Then a dark world with no dreams.
Well I survived but in a way I died that dreadfall
nite. No longer the man I was. Use to 'walk' now I roll.
Use to sing at powwows and peyote meetings...no more.
Use to have a wife but left me for another guy.
Had a job I liked...no more.
Live alone...but been in many jails in the past. Use
to it....no not really.
Memory....a void of 6 months prior to disability. W-
hen the CHR from the rez took me home I didn't recog-
nise my own home. Like,\"Who Lives here?\" \"You do.\" I
was told.
People came one by one to welcome me back.Instead I
ask who they was?
So those good ole days are gone frorever...but the
memories lag behind. Thomas :huh:

Good ole days prior to my 1991 disability. If I
knew what would happen prior to that nite back in Sept.
The year 1991 of course I would not get drunk that nite
when I got run over as I staggered across the street.
But can't go back in Time to correct errors. What ha-
ve I learned? For one thing no more drinking alcohol or
drugs.
When I awoke from a 2-3 week coma I looked at my surr-
oundings. That damn light above me was too bright. I
looked around the room laying on my back.
What's thiz thing on my head? halo Why am I hooked to
a IV? Many questions, no answer.
A nurse enters the room and aproaches my bed. I asked
her what happened. What?....my voice is rasp. Due to st-
aph infectionm of treache. A hole in my windpipe.
What's this attatche to my penis? A catheter. A feed-
ing tube hanging out from stomache. Staples on my right
femur. A broken femur.
\"You got run over on south 27th ST\" the nurse replies.

Slowly bits and pieces of memory emerged. Last thing I
remember I was wet....and 'unseen hands' grab me......
paramedics. Then a dark world with no dreams.
Well I survived but in a way I died that dreadfall
nite. No longer the man I was. Use to 'walk' now I roll.
Use to sing at powwows and peyote meetings...no more.
Use to have a wife but left me for another guy.
Had a job I liked...no more.
Live alone...but been in many jails in the past. Use
to it....no not really.
Memory....a void of 6 months prior to disability. W-
hen the CHR from the rez took me home I didn't recog-
nise my own home. Like,\"Who Lives here?\" \"You do.\" I
was told.
People came one by one to welcome me back.Instead I
ask who they was?
So those good ole days are gone frorever...but the
memories lag behind. Thomas :huh: