2007-09-16 10:46:03 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous in Society & Culture ➔ Religion & Spirituality
When I was a teenager a few novels (notably Richard Bach's "Jonathan Livingston Seagull" and "Bridge Across Forever" (no irony meant), Agee's "A Death In The Family" (the greatest book ever written, now that you've asked;-), "A Tree Grows In Brooklyn", "The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter", "Catcher in the Rye", "Light In August", "The Magic Mountain" (Mann), "To Kill A Mockingbird", oh, I could go on and on!) and the music of Paul Simon acted as my bridge. Family life was awful and school wasn't much better, though I did well. To be honest with you, the therapist who kicked my parents out of therapy and told them they were impossible (he was the second one to do so) also acted as a bridge for me for a few years. There was something about Simon's songs, about the lyrics and the oneness I felt upon listening; something that made me feel less alone, understood, OK even. They were an incredible comfort and solace to me as were the books I mentioned above. I do believe that in many ways these things saved my life, Uncle Wayne. I truly don't know if I would have made it to 17 had I not heard these songs. That is the honest truth, however desperate it may sound. I was desperate, desperately depressed, desperately afraid, and desperately in need of comfort. Simon's music gave it to me when I needed it most then.
Now, it's my lady. I will not make you nauseous by going on needlessly about her endless goodness (already did that once today on a similar question :-) but I will tell you that I met her at a turning point in my life. There was a spiritual connection from day one. We were both heterosexual, straight as arrows. Things simply progressed. She has helped me come through more than I could ever explain, and loved and supported me through it. We met at a very difficult time in my life. Had I not met her I am absolutely positive I wouldn't be alive today. My 20s were a living hell. She knew me within a week, or at least enough of my story to either despise me and find me pitiful or be there to help me regain myself. She did the latter - and for that I am forever thankful. When I was first introduced to her (mutual friend) it was almost impossible to look away. I know it was the same for her. She emanated kindness; there was a energy about her so strong and so amazingly GOOD, Wayne. Why she loves me so is a conundrum, but she has most definitely been my "silver girl". I love her more than words.
I was recently in some "troubled waters" and you and ALL of my friends here came to rescue a thousand fold. I am beyond touched. Every time I see certain questions tears well up in my eyes. I can only hope you know how much this has moved me and understand that I am incredibly grateful.
(((Wayne)))) Cookies for all! *Tosses cookies everywhere* Oopsy. I got a bit on Gorgeous' sleeve there. Sorry GorgeousTX. And by the way, I love you. When things got awful for me I turned inward - luckily more than one glass of alcohol always nauseated me and I could hardly handle a joint, but my self-esteem destroyed me nonetheless, as it has done for addicts and depressed individuals alike. Please hang in there. I feel intutively that you will find someone. I don't know why, I just do. I don't say it to comfort you - I would have used different words had the feeling not come upon me so strongly. And I love you, kid. (((GTW)))
2007-09-16 17:27:39 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 8⤊ 0⤋
Jesus built the bridge. My bridge was and still is Grace, through the troubled waters of daily life.
2007-09-16 18:23:46 · answer #2 · answered by ? 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Well, I was the strange child in the 80's. A rather melancholy child....While everyone else was singing The Bee Gees and Peaches and Herb.. I was actually listening to Simon and Garfunkel..Along with Jefferson Airplane and Janis Joplin...
If I was really sad... Red Headed Stranger by Willie Nelson...
Thank God, he replaced those troubled waters with the Living water...And has become my bridge....
2007-09-16 18:00:30 · answer #3 · answered by 2ndchhapteracts 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Uncle Wayne did you read my question about the road to my Fathers House? I hope so. Jesus is my Bridge.
2007-09-16 17:48:29 · answer #4 · answered by don_steele54 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Hmmm Believe it or not when I was young it was my horse. I told her every thing. Just knowing that I could escape by riding helped a lot. Then later in life it was knowing that I always had my parents to talk to.
2007-09-16 11:12:33 · answer #5 · answered by Janet L 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I used alcohol and one-night stands to live with myself for too many years after someone else shattered my life.
2007-09-16 10:56:50 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋
Even the bridge was out...God, had to carry me...
2007-09-16 17:30:12 · answer #7 · answered by bonsai bobby 7 · 4⤊ 0⤋
My sweetie. =0)
2007-09-16 10:48:57 · answer #8 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋