Saddest/Toughest Day of your life?

I truly hope you believe in the Second Amendment(as I strongly do)and have exercised your right to purchase a firearm. Let this gang-banger pay you a visit, and do society a favor when he approaches you to inflict bodily harm..

Really Sad story....

Rbyrne wrote:

I truly hope you believe in the Second Amendment(as I strongly do)and have exercised your right to purchase a firearm. Let this gang-banger pay you a visit, and do society a favor when he approaches you to inflict bodily harm..

Really Sad story....

Don't you worry, I will be ready for him and his buddies.

popperscooper wrote:

I got outkicked. placed 2nd in 4:00.04. I never broke 4. I now blaze and drink and im obese.

better than most

One of the toughest days of my life came at the beginning of my senior year in high school. My cousin, neighbor, my little brother, and I had just gotten back from a football game. We had just stopped to buy some drinks that night and we arrived home to the sound of our parents yelling at us. We thought we were going to get in trouble for having the drinks but as we began to walk towards them we could see that something was not right. My parents, as well as my neighbors were all crying. My neighbor walks up to us with a cold aura and tells us that his niece (one of our friends) had just died. He asks us if we want to know how she died. We find out that it was suicide. All of us, just stood there. My cousin and neighbor walked off in a rage and just couldn't take it. I walked to my room and tried to cry. I couldn't. As much as I tried and as much as I wanted I couldn't.

It didn't hit me until the day of her viewing. As we began to walk up to that pink casket it all became real. She was gone. I saw her body and it wasn't her. Yes it was her physically, but the life was gone. I couldn't handle it and just broke down in the church. Scenes from her burial still play in my mind till this day. The images of the doves being released and Beatles music playing is still as clear as it was 2 years ago. She was part of our group but the other guys never like to bring her up. They are angry that she left us. I still don't know how to look at it, suicide just doesn't make sense to me.

known under another name wrote:

Rbyrne wrote:

I truly hope you believe in the Second Amendment(as I strongly do)and have exercised your right to purchase a firearm. Let this gang-banger pay you a visit, and do society a favor when he approaches you to inflict bodily harm..

Really Sad story....

Don't you worry, I will be ready for him and his buddies.

I would let the police handle it if I were you. If you take measures into your own hand, you could end up going to jail

madarin wrote:

my mom threw up wrote:

My girlfriend was prego.. I put a 4,000 dollar ring on her finger and we threw all of the baby showers and that crap. We were gonna get married 6 months after the baby because she wanted to try and lose the baby weight. Well to make a really long and I mean really long story short. The kid came out BLACK! I am a 150 pound xc runner like most of you, you can guess that I am white!

Sold the ring and got most of my money back and spent it on a new road bike. I love life now

Whoa...you need to give us more information. That is insane.

There really isn't much more to tell.. Kid came out black and I was gone! It was a rough few months going through heart break and trying to learn to trust people again. My mom literally got sick, my dad was so damn pissed. I have two grandfathers that fought in WW2 so they aren't exactly the most politically correct people in the world. My Ex still trys to get in contact with me but I just ignore her cause well what am I supposed to do raise it as my own? I mean what the hell would yall do... The one thing I will remember is watching the kid come out and them handing it to me and being like WTF!!! And I tell you this, the walk from the room to the waiting room is supposed to be so happy and fun cause you get to go tell all of your family that you have a baby boy.. That was teh longest walk of my life.. It felt longer than the last 10k of a marathon.. I just stood there and looked at the family and said.. "Well kid isn't mine" -Dad "What? how do you know?" "Cause I'M NOT BLACK!" The sucky part about it is, the week before my buddies were giving me a hard time at the bar saying "what if it comes out black? what would you do" and they were strait up joking..

Looking back on it I laugh.. (only thing I can do from going out and killing that guy) I'm kind of relieved cause I'm 29 and I have a great life now. I have a room mate and I live in Down Town Fort Worth in a loft. I bought a Giant TCR with a set of Ksyrium Elites on it. Needless to say, My moto is F*** Bi***** Get MONEY!

Realizing this may very well be a troll and further realizing I enjoy a good story, I must know--what was the girl's reaction to a mulatto baby? What did her folks say? You know who the colored dude is who was tapping that stuff? This story is the most fascinating thing I've read in a long time. Good stuff! 10/10

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There really isn't much more to tell.. Kid came out black and I was gone! It was a rough few months going through heart break and trying to learn to trust people again. My mom literally got sick, my dad was so damn pissed. I have two grandfathers that fought in WW2 so they aren't exactly the most politically correct people in the world. My Ex still trys to get in contact with me but I just ignore her cause well what am I supposed to do raise it as my own? I mean what the hell would yall do... The one thing I will remember is watching the kid come out and them handing it to me and being like WTF!!! And I tell you this, the walk from the room to the waiting room is supposed to be so happy and fun cause you get to go tell all of your family that you have a baby boy.. That was teh longest walk of my life.. It felt longer than the last 10k of a marathon.. I just stood there and looked at the family and said.. "Well kid isn't mine" -Dad "What? how do you know?" "Cause I'M NOT BLACK!" The sucky part about it is, the week before my buddies were giving me a hard time at the bar saying "what if it comes out black? what would you do" and they were strait up joking..

Looking back on it I laugh.. (only thing I can do from going out and killing that guy) I'm kind of relieved cause I'm 29 and I have a great life now. I have a room mate and I live in Down Town Fort Worth in a loft. I bought a Giant TCR with a set of Ksyrium Elites on it. Needless to say, My moto is F*** Bi***** Get MONEY![/quote]

Saddest/Toughest Day Of My Life...

1. Leaving the orphanage (the only family I knew-ok, it was with other kids..) to a new family in a foreign country.

2. "Fearing" the new family on a constant basis due to a dysfunctional life ie; father-molester and mother-bipolar/mentally abusive and yet, we appeared very normal on the outside.

3. The death of my church counselor whom I was close with and who was only 28 yrs old (had cancer) and I was only 10 years old.

4. Almost failed my Junior year in college due to dating an abusive guy since freshman year and yet I was able to bring the grades up to make the "Dean's List" my senior year. I was determined to succeed.

5. A guy broke into my apartment while asleep (thank god I woke up and scared him away), I was single at the time and found out it was a neighbor of mine who was married and had a little baby that lived right across from me.

6. Had my heart broken to million pieces to the guy who I thought would never break it.

7. The evening right before my second child was born, thought me and her were going to die that night due to an incompetent Senior Resident Doctor. My "official" staff Doctor had gone on vacation that morning and I went into labor that night. My husband (who worked in the same hospital and even had to start my IV due to so many things that wrong that night) had hoped and prayed that we did not end up with this "particular" female resident whom he had worked with before and sure enough, we did. It took her WAY too long to get the baby out by c-section. I lost a lot of blood and I was praying to myself "Please, let the baby survive--I don't care if you take my life but don't take my baby..."

Luckily, it all turned out okay.

Wow, it took longer then I thought to write this!

Dave Bloedel wrote:

Realizing this may very well be a troll and further realizing I enjoy a good story, I must know--what was the girl's reaction to a mulatto baby? What did her folks say? You know who the colored dude is who was tapping that stuff? This story is the most fascinating thing I've read in a long time. Good stuff! 10/10

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There really isn't much more to tell.. Kid came out black and I was gone! It was a rough few months going through heart break and trying to learn to trust people again. My mom literally got sick, my dad was so damn pissed. I have two grandfathers that fought in WW2 so they aren't exactly the most politically correct people in the world. My Ex still trys to get in contact with me but I just ignore her cause well what am I supposed to do raise it as my own? I mean what the hell would yall do... The one thing I will remember is watching the kid come out and them handing it to me and being like WTF!!! And I tell you this, the walk from the room to the waiting room is supposed to be so happy and fun cause you get to go tell all of your family that you have a baby boy.. That was teh longest walk of my life.. It felt longer than the last 10k of a marathon.. I just stood there and looked at the family and said.. "Well kid isn't mine" -Dad "What? how do you know?" "Cause I'M NOT BLACK!" The sucky part about it is, the week before my buddies were giving me a hard time at the bar saying "what if it comes out black? what would you do" and they were strait up joking..

Looking back on it I laugh.. (only thing I can do from going out and killing that guy) I'm kind of relieved cause I'm 29 and I have a great life now. I have a room mate and I live in Down Town Fort Worth in a loft. I bought a Giant TCR with a set of Ksyrium Elites on it. Needless to say, My moto is F*** Bi***** Get MONEY![/quote][/quote]

That is a crazy story if it's true. Did you give your ex-wife some time or did you walk right back into the delivery room and call her out? Did she come up with some lame-ass explanation? Was her reputation ruined for life?

Wow, a lot of you have really had it rough...this thread was really sad to read. It makes what I'm about to write seem really trivial.

The saddest day of my life is probably the day I was diagnosed with cancer (lymphoma). I was 17 and just starting my senior year of high school. All I can remember is my mom crying when she told me, and then me calling my best friend and crying over the phone. I cried a lot over the next 8 months (treatment for lymphoma is 2 years. First 8 months is really rough, but it eases off after that.) A couple days later, I found out that I would be going to my grandmother's house in the U.S. with my mom, because I could get better medical care there.

I've repressed most of my memories during those 8 months, but there are some days that stick out. A couple days after I was diagnosed, I just yelled up to the sky, cursing God for about an hour (it seems silly now). On Christmas of that year, I couldn't get out of bed, and basically puked my guts out the whole day. It was an average day, but because it was on Christmas, it just felt a lot worse.

I'm 19 now and in remission, and while I've still got monthly chemotherapy treatments until October, my life is pretty good. I was able to graduate high school on time and now I'm in college, having a great time and on full scholarship. Hell, I'm even able to run (just 35'ish mpw), though not very fast. My family, teammates and friends really helped me get through that year, and I am eternally grateful for having such a strong support group.

I feel stupid because writing this post made me cry (pretty much anytime I think about my cancer treatment days, I start crying, it's pathetic), and my worst days really aren't bad compared to a lot of the responses on here.

I am just without words for you - this is far too much pain for any one person to bear, I have no idea how you can even get up in the morning. I just can't even imagine losing another child myself - to lose three AND your wife is just too overwhelming. Please share how you are able to maintain your positive attitude, which is truly amazing. Do you have a strong, supportive group of friends, other family, or a church? Do you undergo therapy or otherwise work with a support group? I just can't imagine losing my other kids and wife, who have done so much to hold me up. You have endured more than anyone I know of, and seem able to keep such a great attitude. God bless you and may you stay strong.

I can imagine this would be tough at any age, let alone 17. It sounds like you have handled it very well and I wish you all the best for a speedy and healthy recovery and life.

Not sure which is worse for me, the day my grandmother died, or the day that we buried her. I do not remember crying when she died on Dec 24, 2009, but I might have. I do not recall that night very well. When she was buried I cried like a little baby (alone though, with my siblings I stayed tough for them). I guess the answer is quite simply that entire week was the worst time for me. She was the most amazing person I have ever known. She was diagnosed with cancer in December 2006 (after having already beaten a different cancer once). The Doctors gave her less then 6 months to live, she lived another three years. She lived just long enough to see me graduate from college, I cannot explain how amazing it was for me to have my grandmother at my graduation. I do not know why I am actually saying all this (as it goes way beyond the thread.

I miss you grandma, and I love you so much. You continue to inspire everyone you have ever met.

For some reason this thread reminds me of this video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0G9vDKcdLg

Life is crazy sometimes when bad things happen to good people. I have been very lucky in my life only to deal with the loss of pets, older relatives, etc. It makes me feel like I will probably have to pay my debts soon.

Every day I wake is worse than the last, even when it doesnt seem like it could get any worse.

This thread has been a reminder that I've lived a pretty lucky life.

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Here is a sad, yet inspirational story from a friend. She's a former Olympian and had a traumatic injury. The first doctor said she would never compete again.

Read on here:

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=%2Fc%2Fa%2F2011%2F04%2F12%2FSPLP1IK8PN.DTL

Thanks everyone for sharing. Some pretty inspiring stories, some very sad.

Two things that stand out in my memory are the deaths of my two cats. It surprised the hell out of me how badly I took it. First one was a happy go lucky, friendly, dumb as a post long haired black male who startd having kidney problems. My wife put him down when I was out of town. I bawled my eyes out in the middle of an airport when she told me on the phone. Don't know where that came from.

Second cat was put down at 20+ years of age. She'd been slowly degrading of a lot of things, and we'd been feeding her by hand to keep her alive. When we finally decided, as a family, that it was the humane thing to do, we let her ride on my lap on the drive to the vet (she HATED the stupid cat carrier, but would puke from car sickness), and I held her as the poison filled her veins and she went still. I never really liked that cat, and yet I cried uncontrollably, more than my wife and son I think.

I'm getting misty just typing this. damn, stupid cats