Showing posts with label help. Show all posts
Showing posts with label help. Show all posts

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Getting the word out. Please help!



Pictured: Bonnie Posey holding Mason Posey age 1
Jr. Garmon holding Chase Posey age 3 and Jaclyn Posey age 4. All three of the children died in the fire.
Donations for the Garmon family who lost family members and their home in a fire can be made in person at the store or mailed to:

Phillips IGA
P.O. Box 226
Hiseville KY, 42152
Attn: Garmon Family

Family Clothing Sizes

Jr. Garmon, 62,
36x30 pants and extra large shirt, shoe 10

Juanita, 43,
20 pants and extra large shirt, shoe 11

Bonnie, 23,
5-6 pants and medium shirt, shoe 8

Tyler, 17,
34x32 pants and large shirt, shoe 12

Josh, 27,
30x32 pants and medium shirt, shoe 10

Adrian, 1 year old,
3T-4T and size 9 shoe

Tanner, 5 years old, 5T-6T and size 1 shoe

Thursday, June 12, 2008

I hate DEPLOYMENTS

If you google the title of this entry, you get this:

Web
Results 1 - 10 of about 2,250,000 for I hate deployments.
Wow. So, we agree. It sucks. This pic I found during this google search, sure seems to sum it up. Deployments are a nasty, angry, explosive, scary, depressing monster. The little dude there is even shrouded in yellow. It's like the artist took my feelings and spit them out on paper.
Today I'm fine. It's actually been a good day for me. Operation Homefront is keeping me busy, and there isn't a ton of stress for the moment. I'm really writing this for a pal o' mine, that seems to be having a bad day. I have one person in mind, but I know this is going to ring true for someone else too. I really just want to say that it's ok to be sad, angry, depressed....whatever the emotion is that's plaguing you right now. I know from experience that it's hard to let someone know you need help. I never ask for help, not if I can help it, so I'm right there with you. So, here is my proposal. Anyone that doesn't want to go to the support group, or talk to someone in person b/c it's too embarrassing, talk to me. I know how hard it is to ask, so ask me, and know I'm not judging you. I'm not looking down from my superwoman pedistal and thinking less of you because you don't feel like washing your dishes, or getting out of your pajamas today. It's ok. I promise. Okay, I'm not going to volunteer to wash your dishes for you, cause I've got a load to do too, but I can listen, and nod my head, and hold your hand. We're in this together, aren't we?
So, someone's thinking about you. Worried about you. It's me.