There is nothing like a garden to get my juices flowing. During the past few weeks I have ignored my blog because of extenuating circumstances. Many of you know that I belong to a Lions Club, and two weeks ago Lions International celebrated their 100th birthday with a convention in Chicago. At the last-minute I […]
One of my favorite vacation pics of my Dad, Louis Mancill, my sister, Phyllis and Danny Hyden and Daniel and Stefanie Hyden, Guadalupe River, New Braunfels, Texas, about 1980
Gruene Historical District is located within the city limits of New Braunfels. Founded by the sons of settlers Ernst and Antoinette Gruene, the community had a bank, post office, school, general store, lumberyard, gristmill, dance hall, and cotton gin. It also had access to two railways for shipping cotton bales. Its most famous attribute was the dance hall, a family activity in those days. Due to the failure of the cotton crop from boll weevils, and the failure of the banks after 1929, commercial activity slowed to a crawl. This village is now a Nationally Registered Historic District where one can dine in the ruins of the original gristmill or enjoy live music at Gruene Hall. The community may…
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It is a really sad day in America when those who try to feed our hungry children are persecuted. Down is up, and Evil and Selfishness are up, and are perceived as Good. It tells us in the Bible, that we are supposed to take care of our own First, then try to help others! In America there are those who have tried to help feed the homeless, and they have been fined and threatened with jail, now that is just Un-American and Un-Christian!! I thank GOD everyday that He answered my prayers and sent us President Trump to help us take back our country from the Demons!
My God, we have hungry and homeless here in America yet our Crooked politicians are trying to help the Illegals and Criminals!
Obama the Terrorist was feeding the ENEMY = satanic muslims! Allah is NOT God! Their allah is the Devil!
I grew up thinking that “Why can’t we all just get along?” “Why can’t everyone just be nice?” I was brought up to be kind, loving, and obedient. I was a shy, insecure, and little girl, and all I wanted was to be loved, wanted, and needed. I was nice to people–so some thought that I was weak.
My psycho Ex, thought that he could lie to me, use me, and abuse me; and that I would just lay down and take it. He didn’t realize that I had a strong faith in my God, and that I had already learned the hard way– that some people with “street-thinking” believed that anyone who was nice and kind–were weak and could be taken advantage of.
I was blessed with a strong support system–my God, my family, my friends, my therapist, my sponsors, and my “program for living”.
No one is worth…
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The picture is adorable. I was a really, sweet, loving, adorable, and kind little girl. I loved everyone, and believed that if everyone would just “be nice” to each other then life would be wonderful. I was an idealist.
But…that was not reality…and everyone was not nice. I was taught that we were all God’s children and we were loved. I thought that the “good guys” always won, and that you should be honest, kind, and loving to everyone.
I loved to read, and I lived through my books. I always had a diary or journal. Writing always gave me a release and helped me to sort my feelings out.
I loved playing house, dancing, singing, walking barefoot in the cool grass, and climbing trees. Every summer we had a pool in our backyard, and Daddy cooked a lot of barbecue. He made the best chicken with his homemade barbecue sauce, and Mother…
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I can hardly believe that it has been thirty one years ago today, that I began my road to happy destiny in Al-Anon. I dragged into my first meeting depressed, pissed, suicidal, homicidal, full of self pity and resentments toward others. I came to “get him sober” yet I found out that I had no power over him, and that I was the only one that I had any power over. Of course, I did not believe them. I thought, “But you don’t know me”. He will stop for me. I am younger than him, sexy, and he really loves me.
Long story short, he did not stop for me, but I found what I needed for me…serenity, peace, and love. I found people that “loved me, wanted me, and needed me” for free.
Nine months going to Al-Anon and still being miserable and doing all of the DON’Ts instead of the DO’s, my sponsor recommended that I go to AA, and find out more about alcoholism. I continued to drink at my husband, because I thought, “I am not the alcoholic…he is”. I agreed that I might check it out.
After three years of my attending meetings and working my steps with my sponsor, I finally had had enough of his drunkenness and chaos. So, I chose to divorce him, because I could not live in the insanity anymore. I was beginning to feel better and I decided that I wanted recovery even if he did not. I had spent my whole life thinking of others, trying to help others, and in the process, I did not lose me, because you have to have an “identity” in order to lose one, and I had never had one. I found out that I was Co-Dependent. I read up on Co-Dependency and I went to therapy too.
Let it begin with me.When anyone anywhere reaches out for help, we want the hand of Al-Anon and Ala-Teen to be there.
I celebrated thirty years of sobriety and serenity in January 2017. God has used me for thirty years to “carry the message of recovery” to many others. I share my recovery to those that “want” it, because we can only help those that “want” recovery and are “willing to go to any lengths” to achieve sobriety and serenity. Very few have chosen to stay sober come hell or high water, no matter what, because we have “free will”, and they are looking for an “easier, softer way”. I chose the “harder, right way”.