Re: Poems you requested Jack

[Guest guest]

Sunny, Good job on your poems..  Love & Prayers, PeggyFlorida,  IPF/UIP 2004"I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet, when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."  Jack, You ask for more so here is a little something I wrote. Hope you like it.                           WHY ME Scars upon my body, scars upon my mind.Life’s seldom been a pleasure; life’s often been unkind.When all was at its worst, life filled with miseryI often whispered to the dark, my God, Why me, why me?Am I an evil person that I must bear such pain?No sunny days or rainbows, just loneliness and rain.One empty night my mind was set, tonight my life would end.No one would care or miss me not one did call me friend.But huddled in my dark despair, I felt the Lord draw near.I felt His breath upon my cheek, His voice close by my ear.“Peace my precious daughter, forget your loss and fear.I’ve always held you in My Arms and counted every tear.”Since that moment life’s grown sweet, now I see His plan.God only gives what they can bear to a woman or a man.Remember well my story should life bring you to your kneeDon’t cry out “Why me Lord?” instead ask “Why not me?” And one more for the heck of it: THE NICE GAME Let’s play the nice game mommy.I’ll go first and show you how.Today I held the teacher’s door.Okay it’s your turn now. With smiling lips I turned to speakThen stopped and blushed with shame.I had no ready answerTo play my daughter’s game. Aw, come on Mom it’s easy.What did you do nice today?Though hard and fast I tried to thinkNothing could I say. I know probably corny but they are my heart's thoughts and no one has ever ask to read them before so thank you.  You made me feel like a million bucks. Sunny PF "09 ect... Idaho 

[Guest guest]

Sunny,

Thank you so much for being kind enough to share your poetry with us. It was

just what I needed today. I've been having a real " Why Me " sort of day.

Nan 49, MASS

List started in '82

PF '08

>

> Jack,

>

> You ask for more so here is a little something I wrote. Hope you like it.

>

> WHY ME

>

> Scars upon my body, scars upon my mind.

>

> Life's seldom been a pleasure; life's often been unkind.

>

> When all was at its worst, life filled with misery

>

> I often whispered to the dark, my God, Why me, why me?

>

> Am I an evil person that I must bear such pain?

>

> No sunny days or rainbows, just loneliness and rain.

>

> One empty night my mind was set, tonight my life would end.

>

> No one would care or miss me not one did call me friend.

>

> But huddled in my dark despair, I felt the Lord draw near.

>

> I felt His breath upon my cheek, His voice close by my ear.

>

> " Peace my precious daughter, forget your loss and fear.

>

> I've always held you in My Arms and counted every tear. "

>

> Since that moment life's grown sweet, now I see His plan.

>

> God only gives what they can bear to a woman or a man.

>

> Remember well my story should life bring you to your knee

>

> Don't cry out " Why me Lord? " instead ask " Why not me? "

>

>

>

> And one more for the heck of it:

>

>

>

> THE NICE GAME

>

>

>

> Let's play the nice game mommy.

>

> I'll go first and show you how.

>

> Today I held the teacher's door.

>

> Okay it's your turn now.

>

>

>

> With smiling lips I turned to speak

>

> Then stopped and blushed with shame.

>

> I had no ready answer

>

> To play my daughter's game.

>

>

>

> Aw, come on Mom it's easy.

>

> What did you do nice today?

>

> Though hard and fast I tried to think

>

> Nothing could I say.

>

>

>

> I know probably corny but they are my heart's thoughts and no one has ever ask

to read them before so thank you. You made me feel like a million bucks.

>

>

>

> Sunny PF " 09 ect... Idaho

>

[Guest guest]

Sunny - you are very talented! Thanks for sharing.

B

Barbara McD

IPF, Sept 08

Beautiful Western NC

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9

To: Breathe-Support Sent: Friday, May 1, 2009 7:03:20 PMSubject: Poems you requested Jack

Jack,

You ask for more so here is a little something I wrote. Hope you like it.

WHY ME

Scars upon my body, scars upon my mind.

Life’s seldom been a pleasure; life’s often been unkind.

When all was at its worst, life filled with misery

I often whispered to the dark, my God, Why me, why me?

Am I an evil person that I must bear such pain?

No sunny days or rainbows, just loneliness and rain.

One empty night my mind was set, tonight my life would end.

No one would care or miss me not one did call me friend.

But huddled in my dark despair, I felt the Lord draw near.

I felt His breath upon my cheek, His voice close by my ear.

“Peace my precious daughter, forget your loss and fear.

I’ve always held you in My Arms and counted every tear.â€

Since that moment life’s grown sweet, now I see His plan.

God only gives what they can bear to a woman or a man.

Remember well my story should life bring you to your knee

Don’t cry out “Why me Lord?†instead ask “Why not me?â€

And one more for the heck of it:

THE NICE GAME

Let’s play the nice game mommy.

I’ll go first and show you how.

Today I held the teacher’s door.

Okay it’s your turn now.

With smiling lips I turned to speak

Then stopped and blushed with shame.

I had no ready answer

To play my daughter’s game.

Aw, come on Mom it’s easy.

What did you do nice today?

Though hard and fast I tried to think

Nothing could I say.

I know probably corny but they are my heart's thoughts and no one has ever ask to read them before so thank you. You made me feel like a million bucks.

Sunny PF "09 ect... Idaho

[Guest guest]

Sunny - you are very talented! Thanks for sharing.

B

Barbara McD

IPF, Sept 08

Beautiful Western NC

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9

To: Breathe-Support Sent: Friday, May 1, 2009 7:03:20 PMSubject: Poems you requested Jack

Jack,

You ask for more so here is a little something I wrote. Hope you like it.

WHY ME

Scars upon my body, scars upon my mind.

Life’s seldom been a pleasure; life’s often been unkind.

When all was at its worst, life filled with misery

I often whispered to the dark, my God, Why me, why me?

Am I an evil person that I must bear such pain?

No sunny days or rainbows, just loneliness and rain.

One empty night my mind was set, tonight my life would end.

No one would care or miss me not one did call me friend.

But huddled in my dark despair, I felt the Lord draw near.

I felt His breath upon my cheek, His voice close by my ear.

“Peace my precious daughter, forget your loss and fear.

I’ve always held you in My Arms and counted every tear.â€

Since that moment life’s grown sweet, now I see His plan.

God only gives what they can bear to a woman or a man.

Remember well my story should life bring you to your knee

Don’t cry out “Why me Lord?†instead ask “Why not me?â€

And one more for the heck of it:

THE NICE GAME

Let’s play the nice game mommy.

I’ll go first and show you how.

Today I held the teacher’s door.

Okay it’s your turn now.

With smiling lips I turned to speak

Then stopped and blushed with shame.

I had no ready answer

To play my daughter’s game.

Aw, come on Mom it’s easy.

What did you do nice today?

Though hard and fast I tried to think

Nothing could I say.

I know probably corny but they are my heart's thoughts and no one has ever ask to read them before so thank you. You made me feel like a million bucks.

Sunny PF "09 ect... Idaho

[Guest guest]

Sunny - you are very talented! Thanks for sharing.

B

Barbara McD

IPF, Sept 08

Beautiful Western NC

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9

To: Breathe-Support Sent: Friday, May 1, 2009 7:03:20 PMSubject: Poems you requested Jack

Jack,

You ask for more so here is a little something I wrote. Hope you like it.

WHY ME

Scars upon my body, scars upon my mind.

Life’s seldom been a pleasure; life’s often been unkind.

When all was at its worst, life filled with misery

I often whispered to the dark, my God, Why me, why me?

Am I an evil person that I must bear such pain?

No sunny days or rainbows, just loneliness and rain.

One empty night my mind was set, tonight my life would end.

No one would care or miss me not one did call me friend.

But huddled in my dark despair, I felt the Lord draw near.

I felt His breath upon my cheek, His voice close by my ear.

“Peace my precious daughter, forget your loss and fear.

I’ve always held you in My Arms and counted every tear.â€

Since that moment life’s grown sweet, now I see His plan.

God only gives what they can bear to a woman or a man.

Remember well my story should life bring you to your knee

Don’t cry out “Why me Lord?†instead ask “Why not me?â€

And one more for the heck of it:

THE NICE GAME

Let’s play the nice game mommy.

I’ll go first and show you how.

Today I held the teacher’s door.

Okay it’s your turn now.

With smiling lips I turned to speak

Then stopped and blushed with shame.

I had no ready answer

To play my daughter’s game.

Aw, come on Mom it’s easy.

What did you do nice today?

Though hard and fast I tried to think

Nothing could I say.

I know probably corny but they are my heart's thoughts and no one has ever ask to read them before so thank you. You made me feel like a million bucks.

Sunny PF "09 ect... Idaho

[Guest guest]

Thank you, Sunny, for sharing with me. And in this case, the entire board. I am not reading your poems as a critic. What I see is you, expressing your self through poetry, which, in turn is catharsis. It is the cathartic release that I think compels most writers to write. Even the professional ones. I know that it works for me. So keep on writing your poetry and sharing. I can't speak for the rest of the board, but

I want to see them, whether they are corny or not. They are the real you, whether you are aware of that or not. There are other writers on the board, and I have been privileged to read some of their work. To those I ask, will you keep writing and share? Jack79/IPF - UIP/dx06/05 Maine

To: Breathe-Support Sent: Friday, May 1, 2009 7:03:20 PMSubject: Poems you requested Jack

Jack,

You ask for more so here is a little something I wrote. Hope you like it.

WHY ME

Scars upon my body, scars upon my mind.

Life’s seldom been a pleasure; life’s often been unkind.

When all was at its worst, life filled with misery

I often whispered to the dark, my God, Why me, why me?

Am I an evil person that I must bear such pain?

No sunny days or rainbows, just loneliness and rain.

One empty night my mind was set, tonight my life would end.

No one would care or miss me not one did call me friend.

But huddled in my dark despair, I felt the Lord draw near.

I felt His breath upon my cheek, His voice close by my ear.

“Peace my precious daughter, forget your loss and fear.

I’ve always held you in My Arms and counted every tear.â€

Since that moment life’s grown sweet, now I see His plan.

God only gives what they can bear to a woman or a man.

Remember well my story should life bring you to your knee

Don’t cry out “Why me Lord?†instead ask “Why not me?â€

And one more for the heck of it:

THE NICE GAME

Let’s play the nice game mommy.

I’ll go first and show you how.

Today I held the teacher’s door.

Okay it’s your turn now.

With smiling lips I turned to speak

Then stopped and blushed with shame.

I had no ready answer

To play my daughter’s game.

Aw, come on Mom it’s easy.

What did you do nice today?

Though hard and fast I tried to think

Nothing could I say.

I know probably corny but they are my heart's thoughts and no one has ever ask to read them before so thank you. You made me feel like a million bucks.

Sunny PF "09 ect... Idaho

[Guest guest]

Thank you, Sunny, for sharing with me. And in this case, the entire board. I am not reading your poems as a critic. What I see is you, expressing your self through poetry, which, in turn is catharsis. It is the cathartic release that I think compels most writers to write. Even the professional ones. I know that it works for me. So keep on writing your poetry and sharing. I can't speak for the rest of the board, but

I want to see them, whether they are corny or not. They are the real you, whether you are aware of that or not. There are other writers on the board, and I have been privileged to read some of their work. To those I ask, will you keep writing and share? Jack79/IPF - UIP/dx06/05 Maine

To: Breathe-Support Sent: Friday, May 1, 2009 7:03:20 PMSubject: Poems you requested Jack

Jack,

You ask for more so here is a little something I wrote. Hope you like it.

WHY ME

Scars upon my body, scars upon my mind.

Life’s seldom been a pleasure; life’s often been unkind.

When all was at its worst, life filled with misery

I often whispered to the dark, my God, Why me, why me?

Am I an evil person that I must bear such pain?

No sunny days or rainbows, just loneliness and rain.

One empty night my mind was set, tonight my life would end.

No one would care or miss me not one did call me friend.

But huddled in my dark despair, I felt the Lord draw near.

I felt His breath upon my cheek, His voice close by my ear.

“Peace my precious daughter, forget your loss and fear.

I’ve always held you in My Arms and counted every tear.â€

Since that moment life’s grown sweet, now I see His plan.

God only gives what they can bear to a woman or a man.

Remember well my story should life bring you to your knee

Don’t cry out “Why me Lord?†instead ask “Why not me?â€

And one more for the heck of it:

THE NICE GAME

Let’s play the nice game mommy.

I’ll go first and show you how.

Today I held the teacher’s door.

Okay it’s your turn now.

With smiling lips I turned to speak

Then stopped and blushed with shame.

I had no ready answer

To play my daughter’s game.

Aw, come on Mom it’s easy.

What did you do nice today?

Though hard and fast I tried to think

Nothing could I say.

I know probably corny but they are my heart's thoughts and no one has ever ask to read them before so thank you. You made me feel like a million bucks.

Sunny PF "09 ect... Idaho

[Guest guest]

Sunny ...

Awesome job, dear! The " Why Me " definitely hit home with me. As I briefly

mentioned before, when I had my heart attack 30 years ago and 'flat-lined', I

had an experience I seldom talk about but was monumental to me. After these

PH/PF diagnoses, when I am tempted (and have done a time or two) to ask Why Me?,

I call upon that experience more and more.

Thanks for sharing.

Donna

>

> Jack,

>

> You ask for more so here is a little something I wrote. Hope you like it.

>

> WHY ME

>

> Scars upon my body, scars upon my mind.

>

> Life's seldom been a pleasure; life's often been unkind.

>

> When all was at its worst, life filled with misery

>

> I often whispered to the dark, my God, Why me, why me?

>

> Am I an evil person that I must bear such pain?

>

> No sunny days or rainbows, just loneliness and rain.

>

> One empty night my mind was set, tonight my life would end.

>

> No one would care or miss me not one did call me friend.

>

> But huddled in my dark despair, I felt the Lord draw near.

>

> I felt His breath upon my cheek, His voice close by my ear.

>

> " Peace my precious daughter, forget your loss and fear.

>

> I've always held you in My Arms and counted every tear. "

>

> Since that moment life's grown sweet, now I see His plan.

>

> God only gives what they can bear to a woman or a man.

>

> Remember well my story should life bring you to your knee

>

> Don't cry out " Why me Lord? " instead ask " Why not me? "

>

>

>

> And one more for the heck of it:

>

>

>

> THE NICE GAME

>

>

>

> Let's play the nice game mommy.

>

> I'll go first and show you how.

>

> Today I held the teacher's door.

>

> Okay it's your turn now.

>

>

>

> With smiling lips I turned to speak

>

> Then stopped and blushed with shame.

>

> I had no ready answer

>

> To play my daughter's game.

>

>

>

> Aw, come on Mom it's easy.

>

> What did you do nice today?

>

> Though hard and fast I tried to think

>

> Nothing could I say.

>

>

>

> I know probably corny but they are my heart's thoughts and no one has ever ask

to read them before so thank you. You made me feel like a million bucks.

>

>

>

> Sunny PF " 09 ect... Idaho

>

[Guest guest]

Sunny ...

Awesome job, dear! The " Why Me " definitely hit home with me. As I briefly

mentioned before, when I had my heart attack 30 years ago and 'flat-lined', I

had an experience I seldom talk about but was monumental to me. After these

PH/PF diagnoses, when I am tempted (and have done a time or two) to ask Why Me?,

I call upon that experience more and more.

Thanks for sharing.

Donna

>

> Jack,

>

> You ask for more so here is a little something I wrote. Hope you like it.

>

> WHY ME

>

> Scars upon my body, scars upon my mind.

>

> Life's seldom been a pleasure; life's often been unkind.

>

> When all was at its worst, life filled with misery

>

> I often whispered to the dark, my God, Why me, why me?

>

> Am I an evil person that I must bear such pain?

>

> No sunny days or rainbows, just loneliness and rain.

>

> One empty night my mind was set, tonight my life would end.

>

> No one would care or miss me not one did call me friend.

>

> But huddled in my dark despair, I felt the Lord draw near.

>

> I felt His breath upon my cheek, His voice close by my ear.

>

> " Peace my precious daughter, forget your loss and fear.

>

> I've always held you in My Arms and counted every tear. "

>

> Since that moment life's grown sweet, now I see His plan.

>

> God only gives what they can bear to a woman or a man.

>

> Remember well my story should life bring you to your knee

>

> Don't cry out " Why me Lord? " instead ask " Why not me? "

>

>

>

> And one more for the heck of it:

>

>

>

> THE NICE GAME

>

>

>

> Let's play the nice game mommy.

>

> I'll go first and show you how.

>

> Today I held the teacher's door.

>

> Okay it's your turn now.

>

>

>

> With smiling lips I turned to speak

>

> Then stopped and blushed with shame.

>

> I had no ready answer

>

> To play my daughter's game.

>

>

>

> Aw, come on Mom it's easy.

>

> What did you do nice today?

>

> Though hard and fast I tried to think

>

> Nothing could I say.

>

>

>

> I know probably corny but they are my heart's thoughts and no one has ever ask

to read them before so thank you. You made me feel like a million bucks.

>

>

>

> Sunny PF " 09 ect... Idaho

>

[Guest guest]

You are most welcome. Many of my poems come to me in dark times and help pull me out of them. Jack is right about them being cathartic. When my first husband was killed in a motorcycle accident (driving drunk) I put all of my pain and anger on paper until finally I wrote a poem forgiving him for taking himself away from us. I look back now and realize that was my way of grieving. Funny how everyone deals with things differently. I appreciate the complements as I have always just kept them mostly to myself. Afraid of ridicule I'm sure. I am not a person with very high self-esteem since I quit being able to work after I got sick. You don't realize where you place your self-worth until it is gone. But I am slowly learning, mostly thanks to my wonderful husband (10 years and counting) that I have lots of things that make up ME besides bringing home a paycheck. After putting myself through school and raising 3 daughters on my own I think I have a right to be a little proud of me. So there world!

Sunny

From: Donna

Sent: Saturday, May 02, 2009 6:56 PM

To: Breathe-Support

Subject: Re: Poems you requested Jack

Sunny ...Awesome job, dear! The "Why Me" definitely hit home with me. As I briefly mentioned before, when I had my heart attack 30 years ago and 'flat-lined', I had an experience I seldom talk about but was monumental to me. After these PH/PF diagnoses, when I am tempted (and have done a time or two) to ask Why Me?, I call upon that experience more and more.Thanks for sharing.Donna>> Jack,> > You ask for more so here is a little something I wrote. Hope you like it.> > WHY ME> > Scars upon my body, scars upon my mind.> > Life's seldom been a pleasure; life's often been unkind.> > When all was at its worst, life filled with misery> > I often whispered to the dark, my God, Why me, why me?> > Am I an evil person that I must bear such pain?> > No sunny days or rainbows, just loneliness and rain.> > One empty night my mind was set, tonight my life would end.> > No one would care or miss me not one did call me friend.> > But huddled in my dark despair, I felt the Lord draw near.> > I felt His breath upon my cheek, His voice close by my ear.> > "Peace my precious daughter, forget your loss and fear.> > I've always held you in My Arms and counted every tear."> > Since that moment life's grown sweet, now I see His plan.> > God only gives what they can bear to a woman or a man.> > Remember well my story should life bring you to your knee> > Don't cry out "Why me Lord?" instead ask "Why not me?"> > > > And one more for the heck of it:> > > > THE NICE GAME> > > > Let's play the nice game mommy.> > I'll go first and show you how.> > Today I held the teacher's door.> > Okay it's your turn now.> > > > With smiling lips I turned to speak> > Then stopped and blushed with shame.> > I had no ready answer > > To play my daughter's game.> > > > Aw, come on Mom it's easy.> > What did you do nice today?> > Though hard and fast I tried to think> > Nothing could I say.> > > > I know probably corny but they are my heart's thoughts and no one has ever ask to read them before so thank you. You made me feel like a million bucks.> > > > Sunny PF "09 ect... Idaho>

[Guest guest]

You are most welcome. Many of my poems come to me in dark times and help pull me out of them. Jack is right about them being cathartic. When my first husband was killed in a motorcycle accident (driving drunk) I put all of my pain and anger on paper until finally I wrote a poem forgiving him for taking himself away from us. I look back now and realize that was my way of grieving. Funny how everyone deals with things differently. I appreciate the complements as I have always just kept them mostly to myself. Afraid of ridicule I'm sure. I am not a person with very high self-esteem since I quit being able to work after I got sick. You don't realize where you place your self-worth until it is gone. But I am slowly learning, mostly thanks to my wonderful husband (10 years and counting) that I have lots of things that make up ME besides bringing home a paycheck. After putting myself through school and raising 3 daughters on my own I think I have a right to be a little proud of me. So there world!

Sunny

From: Donna

Sent: Saturday, May 02, 2009 6:56 PM

To: Breathe-Support

Subject: Re: Poems you requested Jack

Sunny ...Awesome job, dear! The "Why Me" definitely hit home with me. As I briefly mentioned before, when I had my heart attack 30 years ago and 'flat-lined', I had an experience I seldom talk about but was monumental to me. After these PH/PF diagnoses, when I am tempted (and have done a time or two) to ask Why Me?, I call upon that experience more and more.Thanks for sharing.Donna>> Jack,> > You ask for more so here is a little something I wrote. Hope you like it.> > WHY ME> > Scars upon my body, scars upon my mind.> > Life's seldom been a pleasure; life's often been unkind.> > When all was at its worst, life filled with misery> > I often whispered to the dark, my God, Why me, why me?> > Am I an evil person that I must bear such pain?> > No sunny days or rainbows, just loneliness and rain.> > One empty night my mind was set, tonight my life would end.> > No one would care or miss me not one did call me friend.> > But huddled in my dark despair, I felt the Lord draw near.> > I felt His breath upon my cheek, His voice close by my ear.> > "Peace my precious daughter, forget your loss and fear.> > I've always held you in My Arms and counted every tear."> > Since that moment life's grown sweet, now I see His plan.> > God only gives what they can bear to a woman or a man.> > Remember well my story should life bring you to your knee> > Don't cry out "Why me Lord?" instead ask "Why not me?"> > > > And one more for the heck of it:> > > > THE NICE GAME> > > > Let's play the nice game mommy.> > I'll go first and show you how.> > Today I held the teacher's door.> > Okay it's your turn now.> > > > With smiling lips I turned to speak> > Then stopped and blushed with shame.> > I had no ready answer > > To play my daughter's game.> > > > Aw, come on Mom it's easy.> > What did you do nice today?> > Though hard and fast I tried to think> > Nothing could I say.> > > > I know probably corny but they are my heart's thoughts and no one has ever ask to read them before so thank you. You made me feel like a million bucks.> > > > Sunny PF "09 ect... Idaho>

[Guest guest]

Love the poems Sunny. They are absolutely beautiful!! You are very talented!! CaroOSTEOARTHRITIS 2002, COPD 02/06, IPF 08/07, UIP 01/08, RHEUMATOID ARTHRITIS 03/08 SJOGREN SYNDROME 07/08 POLYMYOSITIS/DERMATOMYOSITIS 03/09 CANCER OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN 03/09Mississippi

To: Breathe-Support Sent: Friday, May 1, 2009 6:03:20 PMSubject: Poems you requested Jack

Jack,

You ask for more so here is a little something I wrote. Hope you like it.

WHY ME

Scars upon my body, scars upon my mind.

Life’s seldom been a pleasure; life’s often been unkind.

When all was at its worst, life filled with misery

I often whispered to the dark, my God, Why me, why me?

Am I an evil person that I must bear such pain?

No sunny days or rainbows, just loneliness and rain.

One empty night my mind was set, tonight my life would end.

No one would care or miss me not one did call me friend.

But huddled in my dark despair, I felt the Lord draw near.

I felt His breath upon my cheek, His voice close by my ear.

“Peace my precious daughter, forget your loss and fear.

I’ve always held you in My Arms and counted every tear.â€

Since that moment life’s grown sweet, now I see His plan.

God only gives what they can bear to a woman or a man.

Remember well my story should life bring you to your knee

Don’t cry out “Why me Lord?†instead ask “Why not me?â€

And one more for the heck of it:

THE NICE GAME

Let’s play the nice game mommy.

I’ll go first and show you how.

Today I held the teacher’s door.

Okay it’s your turn now.

With smiling lips I turned to speak

Then stopped and blushed with shame.

I had no ready answer

To play my daughter’s game.

Aw, come on Mom it’s easy.

What did you do nice today?

Though hard and fast I tried to think

Nothing could I say.

I know probably corny but they are my heart's thoughts and no one has ever ask to read them before so thank you. You made me feel like a million bucks.

Sunny PF "09 ect... Idaho

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Love the poems Sunny. They are absolutely beautiful!! You are very talented!! CaroOSTEOARTHRITIS 2002, COPD 02/06, IPF 08/07, UIP 01/08, RHEUMATOID ARTHRITIS 03/08 SJOGREN SYNDROME 07/08 POLYMYOSITIS/DERMATOMYOSITIS 03/09 CANCER OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN 03/09Mississippi

To: Breathe-Support Sent: Friday, May 1, 2009 6:03:20 PMSubject: Poems you requested Jack

Jack,

You ask for more so here is a little something I wrote. Hope you like it.

WHY ME

Scars upon my body, scars upon my mind.

Life’s seldom been a pleasure; life’s often been unkind.

When all was at its worst, life filled with misery

I often whispered to the dark, my God, Why me, why me?

Am I an evil person that I must bear such pain?

No sunny days or rainbows, just loneliness and rain.

One empty night my mind was set, tonight my life would end.

No one would care or miss me not one did call me friend.

But huddled in my dark despair, I felt the Lord draw near.

I felt His breath upon my cheek, His voice close by my ear.

“Peace my precious daughter, forget your loss and fear.

I’ve always held you in My Arms and counted every tear.â€

Since that moment life’s grown sweet, now I see His plan.

God only gives what they can bear to a woman or a man.

Remember well my story should life bring you to your knee

Don’t cry out “Why me Lord?†instead ask “Why not me?â€

And one more for the heck of it:

THE NICE GAME

Let’s play the nice game mommy.

I’ll go first and show you how.

Today I held the teacher’s door.

Okay it’s your turn now.

With smiling lips I turned to speak

Then stopped and blushed with shame.

I had no ready answer

To play my daughter’s game.

Aw, come on Mom it’s easy.

What did you do nice today?

Though hard and fast I tried to think

Nothing could I say.

I know probably corny but they are my heart's thoughts and no one has ever ask to read them before so thank you. You made me feel like a million bucks.

Sunny PF "09 ect... Idaho

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Donna

when you "flat-lined" did you see the "white light"

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Subject: Re: Poems you requested JackTo: Breathe-Support Date: Saturday, May 2, 2009, 9:56 PM

Sunny ...Awesome job, dear! The "Why Me" definitely hit home with me. As I briefly mentioned before, when I had my heart attack 30 years ago and 'flat-lined' , I had an experience I seldom talk about but was monumental to me. After these PH/PF diagnoses, when I am tempted (and have done a time or two) to ask Why Me?, I call upon that experience more and more.Thanks for sharing.Donna>> Jack,> > You ask for more so here is a little something I wrote. Hope you like it.> > WHY ME> > Scars upon my body, scars upon my mind.> > Life's seldom been a pleasure; life's often been unkind.> > When all was at its worst, life filled with misery> > I often whispered to the dark, my God, Why me, why

me?> > Am I an evil person that I must bear such pain?> > No sunny days or rainbows, just loneliness and rain.> > One empty night my mind was set, tonight my life would end.> > No one would care or miss me not one did call me friend.> > But huddled in my dark despair, I felt the Lord draw near.> > I felt His breath upon my cheek, His voice close by my ear.> > "Peace my precious daughter, forget your loss and fear.> > I've always held you in My Arms and counted every tear."> > Since that moment life's grown sweet, now I see His plan.> > God only gives what they can bear to a woman or a man.> > Remember well my story should life bring you to your knee> > Don't cry out "Why me Lord?" instead ask "Why not me?"> > > > And one more for the heck of it:>

> > > THE NICE GAME> > > > Let's play the nice game mommy.> > I'll go first and show you how.> > Today I held the teacher's door.> > Okay it's your turn now.> > > > With smiling lips I turned to speak> > Then stopped and blushed with shame.> > I had no ready answer > > To play my daughter's game.> > > > Aw, come on Mom it's easy.> > What did you do nice today?> > Though hard and fast I tried to think> > Nothing could I say.> > > > I know probably corny but they are my heart's thoughts and no one has ever ask to read them before so thank you. You made me feel like a million bucks.> > > > Sunny PF "09 ect...

Idaho>

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Subject: Re: Poems you requested JackTo: Breathe-Support Date: Sunday, May 3, 2009, 3:38 PM

Love the poems Sunny. They are absolutely beautiful!! You are very talented!! CaroOSTEOARTHRITIS 2002, COPD 02/06, IPF 08/07, UIP 01/08, RHEUMATOID ARTHRITIS 03/08 SJOGREN SYNDROME 07/08 POLYMYOSITIS/ DERMATOMYOSITIS 03/09 CANCER OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN 03/09Mississippi

From: "rpickel1 (AT) msn (DOT) com" <rpickel1 (AT) msn (DOT) com>To: Breathe-Support@ yahoogroups. comSent: Friday, May 1, 2009 6:03:20 PMSubject: Poems you requested Jack

Jack,

You ask for more so here is a little something I wrote. Hope you like it.

WHY ME

Scars upon my body, scars upon my mind.

Life’s seldom been a pleasure; life’s often been unkind.

When all was at its worst, life filled with misery

I often whispered to the dark, my God, Why me, why me?

Am I an evil person that I must bear such pain?

No sunny days or rainbows, just loneliness and rain.

One empty night my mind was set, tonight my life would end.

No one would care or miss me not one did call me friend.

But huddled in my dark despair, I felt the Lord draw near.

I felt His breath upon my cheek, His voice close by my ear.

“Peace my precious daughter, forget your loss and fear.

I’ve always held you in My Arms and counted every tear.â€

Since that moment life’s grown sweet, now I see His plan.

God only gives what they can bear to a woman or a man.

Remember well my story should life bring you to your knee

Don’t cry out “Why me Lord?†instead ask “Why not me?â€

And one more for the heck of it:

THE NICE GAME

Let’s play the nice game mommy.

I’ll go first and show you how.

Today I held the teacher’s door.

Okay it’s your turn now.

With smiling lips I turned to speak

Then stopped and blushed with shame.

I had no ready answer To play my daughter’s game.

Aw, come on Mom it’s easy.

What did you do nice today?

Though hard and fast I tried to think

Nothing could I say.

I know probably corny but they are my heart's thoughts and no one has ever ask to read them before so thank you. You made me feel like a million bucks.

Sunny PF "09 ect... Idaho

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Not really .... just a pin-point of light. It was the 'voice' I heard and the

overwhelming PEACE I felt. I have tried and tried to find a way to describe the

'voice' but finally decided it was just indescribable. Very comforting,

however. The voice said " Not yet, Donna " It's more what I was told by doctor

after the experience that made the impression on me that I HAD experienced a

near death situation -- Doctor's words were " Dangest thing I've ever seen " ROFL

.... he was speaking of my leaving and coming back on my own. I awoke to

eyeballs staring at me from every inch of space in and outside of the room ...

crash cart beside the bed and BIG NEEDLE (ready with the adrenalin) in nurse's

hand. YIKES! LOL That needle was taped beside the bed in readiness for the

duration of my stay in CCU. Constant reminder, for sure. >smile<

Has anyone else here on the board experienced near death or life after death?

I'd love to hear about it -- I believe!!! You're not crazy. hee hee

>

> Donna

> when you " flat-lined " did you see the " white light "

>

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Not really .... just a pin-point of light. It was the 'voice' I heard and the

overwhelming PEACE I felt. I have tried and tried to find a way to describe the

'voice' but finally decided it was just indescribable. Very comforting,

however. The voice said " Not yet, Donna " It's more what I was told by doctor

after the experience that made the impression on me that I HAD experienced a

near death situation -- Doctor's words were " Dangest thing I've ever seen " ROFL

.... he was speaking of my leaving and coming back on my own. I awoke to

eyeballs staring at me from every inch of space in and outside of the room ...

crash cart beside the bed and BIG NEEDLE (ready with the adrenalin) in nurse's

hand. YIKES! LOL That needle was taped beside the bed in readiness for the

duration of my stay in CCU. Constant reminder, for sure. >smile<

Has anyone else here on the board experienced near death or life after death?

I'd love to hear about it -- I believe!!! You're not crazy. hee hee

>

> Donna

> when you " flat-lined " did you see the " white light "

>

>

> Pink Joyce IPF 3/06  Pennsylvania

> Donate Life Listed 1/09 inactive 4/09

> www.transplantfund.org

>

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Wow! These experiences! Wow! I have had some of those you know as I have been on life support, etc. And some of them when I wasn't on the vent. I will share some of mine with you:

1. & I had driven over to Alabama (from Georgia) to go to Eddie's mother's funeral. We did not get along at all but we tried not to cause any problem. Before the funeral, I offered to play two hymns on the piano since no one was singing as a solo. Afterwards, Eddie sent us back home to Georgia because he was staying with his dad. As I was pulling into our street, & I hear the song by Josh Groban "To Where You Are" It's the one he wrote for his grandmother. As I proceeded to pull into the parking place, I got chills all over and a very strange feeling. did, too. The feeling that we got from that experence was that Eddie's mother was apologizing to us and/or telling us about the music that I played/ or thanking us for coming. I really think that she was apologizing. To this day, I really have forgiven her because of this.

2. In 2004 when I was hospitalized for six months, I had another comforting feeling. I had been transferred from Emory ICU to Select Specialty Hospital at Crawford Long Hospital (part of Emory). When the paramedics were taking me to the room, I saw lots of children in my room. I wondered why they were there. Eddie wasn't allowed to stay in the room so that night he slept down the hall. During the night, I awoke and I felt as if my mother was sleeping in a bed beside me. That was conforting. I attributed the children to hallucinations! Because of meds! I was very scared and then I had the comforting feeling of my mama.

3. In 2004, I went to sleep on June 27th and woke up at the end of September, 2004. You probably wonder, what did I see? One thing that happened to me was this: I was on a hill that was very high. This hill was at the cemetery where my mama was buried. (My dad was still living at that time). People in scrubs were walking up to me to tell me this: You've got to do something about that blood. Then I saw my grandmother and my mother standing side by side just as they did when they were living. I knew they knew about the blood. Later on, I found out that the "blood" was a hematoma caused by an accidental puncture of an artery in the groin area of my left leg because the doctor was trying to put in a line so I could have hemodialysis and get the fluid off. I thought it interesting that I remember hearing that and I was asleep.

Maybe I will think of some more. I do know that Eddie & had lots of my fav CDs playing in ICU while I was there.

Toodles!

Jane UIP/IPF 12/1998 Dalton, Georgia aka pianolady_musicgirl

P.S. Another note about the children I saw. When I was getting ready to be transfered out of Select S. Hospital, a nurse came to me and asked if I remembered her. She told me that she took care of me when I got there. Iasked her about the children. There were no children!> >> > Donna> > when you "flat-lined" did you see the "white light"> > > > > > Pink Joyce IPF 3/06 Pennsylvania > > Donate Life Listed 1/09 inactive 4/09> > www.transplantfund.org> >>

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Donna

jerry had that experience when he was in his 20's

talks about the white light and the peacefullness

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Subject: Re: Poems you requested JackTo: Breathe-Support Date: Wednesday, May 6, 2009, 5:14 AM

Not really .... just a pin-point of light. It was the 'voice' I heard and the overwhelming PEACE I felt. I have tried and tried to find a way to describe the 'voice' but finally decided it was just indescribable. Very comforting, however. The voice said "Not yet, Donna" It's more what I was told by doctor after the experience that made the impression on me that I HAD experienced a near death situation -- Doctor's words were "Dangest thing I've ever seen" ROFL ... he was speaking of my leaving and coming back on my own. I awoke to eyeballs staring at me from every inch of space in and outside of the room ... crash cart beside the bed and BIG NEEDLE (ready with the adrenalin) in nurse's hand. YIKES! LOL That needle was taped beside the bed in readiness for the duration of my stay in CCU. Constant reminder, for sure. >smile<Has anyone else here on the board experienced near death or life after death? I'd love to hear about it -- I

believe!!! You're not crazy. hee hee>> Donna> when you "flat-lined" did you see the "white light"> > > Pink Joyce IPF 3/06 Pennsylvania > Donate Life Listed 1/09 inactive 4/09> www.transplantfund. org>

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Jane & Beverly ....

Your stories remind me of several my kids relaid to me after the death of their

paternal grandmother. I more or less label them as " visits from beyond " ha ha

I will try to remember to share them at a later time when I have not been

sitting here as long. I (or should I say, my body) only puts up with short

stays at the computer. LOL

Thanks for sharing!!!

> >

> > I have never had a near death experience but my sister did. My son's

> name was Vince O'Brien. After he died I came home from his memorial and

> found a note from someone who's name was Vince. The next day I called

> someone to come and fix my monitor stove. When He came his last name was

> O'Brien. I took that as a message from my son that he was alright.

> Beverley

> >

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Donna, I have two computers. A desktop and a laptop. I can't sit at the desktop for very long so I got a laptop and a small lap desk to set it on. Now I can sit in my recliner and use my computer. Beverley

Re: Poems you requested Jack

Jane & Beverly .... Your stories remind me of several my kids relaid to me after the death of their paternal grandmother. I more or less label them as "visits from beyond" ha ha I will try to remember to share them at a later time when I have not been sitting here as long. I (or should I say, my body) only puts up with short stays at the computer. LOLThanks for sharing!!!> >> > I have never had a near death experience but my sister did. My son's> name was Vince O'Brien. After he died I came home from his memorial and> found a note from someone who's name was Vince. The next day I called> someone to come and fix my monitor stove. When He came his last name was> O'Brien. I took that as a message from my son that he was alright.> Beverley> >

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i'm thinking about getting a lap top. there are days when i can't sit at my desk to read the posts

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Subject: Re: Re: Poems you requested JackTo: Breathe-Support Date: Thursday, May 7, 2009, 8:16 PM

Donna, I have two computers. A desktop and a laptop. I can't sit at the desktop for very long so I got a laptop and a small lap desk to set it on. Now I can sit in my recliner and use my computer. Beverley

Re: Poems you requested Jack

Jane & Beverly .... Your stories remind me of several my kids relaid to me after the death of their paternal grandmother. I more or less label them as "visits from beyond" ha ha I will try to remember to share them at a later time when I have not been sitting here as long. I (or should I say, my body) only puts up with short stays at the computer. LOLThanks for sharing!!!> >> > I have never had a near death experience but my sister did. My son's> name was Vince O'Brien. After he died I came home from his memorial and> found a note from someone who's name was Vince. The next day I called> someone to come and fix my monitor stove. When He came his last name was> O'Brien. I took that as a message from my son that he was alright.> Beverley> >