Not Just A Wreck
From Nov. 28, 2007:
“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I need to tell you before you hear it from someone else....”
It’s funny how such a short sentence with no clear ending can stop your heart and make you feel like you’re about to be hit by a train. That few seconds before you hear the end stops you cold. You get that “deer in the headlights” feeling, and you know something is about to wreck you. It’s funny how the huge fight you had with someone you care about and the tears you just cried for someone who really wasn't your friend anyway seems so stupid after you hear what that clear ending is. It’s funny…
No, it’s not funny. It’s not funny how we take every damn thing for granted. It’s not funny how much we forget what really matters. It’s not funny at all. Love matters. Family matters. True friendship matters. That stupid boy who didn’t call you? He doesn’t matter. Forget him, and go tell your best friend how much they mean to you. Seriously, forget that asshole and go get some ice cream.
Take pictures and spend time with your family. They love you. I mean, they LOVE you. No matter what you do, or how much you screw up, they love you. And they are there for you. What in this stupid world is more important than that? Nothing. Not boys, not jobs, not school, not anything.
Stop pining over lost love. You know what? There was a reason it ended – it wasn’t meant to happen. Get up and move on. Every tear you cry is another moment you’ve wasted. This is life. It doesn’t wait for you do get back up on your feet. We’re speeding through this life at ninety miles an hour and you’re stuck looking in the rearview mirror! Look ahead, roll down the window and crank the stereo up – don’t take it for granted.
Oh, that sentence with no clear ending? It had an ending after all, and it didn't just wreck me. It left me totaled.
Dear God,
I know we haven’t had a chance to be formally introduced. I’m Ali. You know, heartbroken occasionally, but optimistic most of the time, loud, and stubborn, and pretty strong-willed. I didn’t want to meet you like this, but I really need you to listen to me. Don’t blow me off here. Don’t let this happen to my family. For once, look down and take this away. I know it happens a lot to a lot of other people, but this is personal. He is one in a million, and you know he’ll fight this. He’s a Schulz, and he’s a Dunker. He’ll fight like hell to beat this. And we’re his family. We won’t let you take him. I just thought you should know what you’re up against.
Sincerely,
Ali
“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I need to tell you before you hear it from someone else....”
It’s funny how such a short sentence with no clear ending can stop your heart and make you feel like you’re about to be hit by a train. That few seconds before you hear the end stops you cold. You get that “deer in the headlights” feeling, and you know something is about to wreck you. It’s funny how the huge fight you had with someone you care about and the tears you just cried for someone who really wasn't your friend anyway seems so stupid after you hear what that clear ending is. It’s funny…
No, it’s not funny. It’s not funny how we take every damn thing for granted. It’s not funny how much we forget what really matters. It’s not funny at all. Love matters. Family matters. True friendship matters. That stupid boy who didn’t call you? He doesn’t matter. Forget him, and go tell your best friend how much they mean to you. Seriously, forget that asshole and go get some ice cream.
Take pictures and spend time with your family. They love you. I mean, they LOVE you. No matter what you do, or how much you screw up, they love you. And they are there for you. What in this stupid world is more important than that? Nothing. Not boys, not jobs, not school, not anything.
Stop pining over lost love. You know what? There was a reason it ended – it wasn’t meant to happen. Get up and move on. Every tear you cry is another moment you’ve wasted. This is life. It doesn’t wait for you do get back up on your feet. We’re speeding through this life at ninety miles an hour and you’re stuck looking in the rearview mirror! Look ahead, roll down the window and crank the stereo up – don’t take it for granted.
Oh, that sentence with no clear ending? It had an ending after all, and it didn't just wreck me. It left me totaled.
Dear God,
I know we haven’t had a chance to be formally introduced. I’m Ali. You know, heartbroken occasionally, but optimistic most of the time, loud, and stubborn, and pretty strong-willed. I didn’t want to meet you like this, but I really need you to listen to me. Don’t blow me off here. Don’t let this happen to my family. For once, look down and take this away. I know it happens a lot to a lot of other people, but this is personal. He is one in a million, and you know he’ll fight this. He’s a Schulz, and he’s a Dunker. He’ll fight like hell to beat this. And we’re his family. We won’t let you take him. I just thought you should know what you’re up against.
Sincerely,
Ali
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