Facing The Pain Of Being Stood-Up

This Is The Face Of Stood-Up Pain:

How can this man be this lonely? Well, he made a huge mistake in trusting a girl who said would go out with him. Instead, she lied to him and stood him up. That's how.
How can this man be this lonely? Well, he made a huge mistake in trusting a girl who said would go out with him. Instead, she lied to him and stood him up. That's how.
See the lonely man under the bridge. This is where lonely people go when they are stood-up.
See the lonely man under the bridge. This is where lonely people go when they are stood-up.
"Who can I date now that 'she's' gone?" cries this devastated bachelor who's date was not at home when he came to pick her up to take her to dinner. What a shame this is.
"Who can I date now that 'she's' gone?" cries this devastated bachelor who's date was not at home when he came to pick her up to take her to dinner. What a shame this is.
Thoughts of changing names are running through this man's head as he ponders his future after he has been stood-up.
Thoughts of changing names are running through this man's head as he ponders his future after he has been stood-up.
"What will I do now?" asks this single man who has been lied to by a pretty girl who was to be his date for the Annual Car Show.
"What will I do now?" asks this single man who has been lied to by a pretty girl who was to be his date for the Annual Car Show.
Men cry like babies when they realize that they have been stood-up and made to look like laughing stocks.
Men cry like babies when they realize that they have been stood-up and made to look like laughing stocks.
This girl probably had all intentions to make her date the happiest man in the world if he had only honored his word and picked her up.
This girl probably had all intentions to make her date the happiest man in the world if he had only honored his word and picked her up.
Depression soon sets in after one realizes that they have been used, stood-up and left alone.
Depression soon sets in after one realizes that they have been used, stood-up and left alone.
Tears stream down the faces of people who trust others to go out with them only to find out that they have been stood-up.
Tears stream down the faces of people who trust others to go out with them only to find out that they have been stood-up.
A man who was stood-up by a pretty girl can only ffind peace by himself, his thoughts, on a deserted park bench with dark clouds to keep him company.
A man who was stood-up by a pretty girl can only ffind peace by himself, his thoughts, on a deserted park bench with dark clouds to keep him company.
A girl who was stood-up now finds solace in a nearby bar. Sad.
A girl who was stood-up now finds solace in a nearby bar. Sad.
Girls suffer the worst when they are stood-up. This, guys, IS A FACT, so please, be honest and loyal to the girl you asked out.
Girls suffer the worst when they are stood-up. This, guys, IS A FACT, so please, be honest and loyal to the girl you asked out.
What are the choices of someone suffering from the pain of being stood-up except eating alone, pizza is the choice food of people who are stood-up, using the PC and just knowng that you have been made a fool of.
What are the choices of someone suffering from the pain of being stood-up except eating alone, pizza is the choice food of people who are stood-up, using the PC and just knowng that you have been made a fool of.

WRITER'S NOTE: this hub was inspired by fellow hub writer and friend, JEAN BAKULA. I promised that I would give her credit. Thanks, Jean!" (Kenneth Avery).

"Seven o' clock? Is that what time I am to pick you up?" "Great! And I want you to know that I am so looking forward to seeing you. Bye," fatal words spoken by an excited single man who doesn't realize in the least that in a few short hours, his world will cave in like a sandcastle built by kids on some beach in Panama City, Florida.

The excited man's name is Harry. Last names aren't important. He works for the MetLife Insurance Company on Fifth Avenue, New York City as a claims adjuster. Harry is happily-single. He loves the single life. No one to answer to. Comes and goes as he pleases. Does what he wants. What could be better?

Lately, Harry has been secretly flirting, chatting, and laughing with a beautiful girl named, Shelly, last name are still not important, who works in his office at MetLife Insurace Company as a paralegal. Shelly is everything a single man desires. Beautiful high-lighted, shoulder-length hair, perfect skin, a gorgeous smile, full red lips, deep, mysterious blue eyes and a figure that Marilyn Monroe would have killed for. Shelly is naturally-beautiful. And likes Harry, for who knows why. They chat in secret for the office manager frowns on coworkers seeing each other in a social setting, so they keep their simmering attraction on the "down low." For now.

In the weeks past, Harry has mustered up the nerve to ask Shelly, the office bomb shell out on a date. And again, for some mysterious reason, she accepted without being threatened or being conned by a "I got six months to live" story. Shelly is actually excited about the idea of seeing Harry in a social setting. Forget the office manager. Shelly thinks to herself. I can do what I want. I am a woman of 2011--strong, independent, single, pretty and can have any man I want. And she is right on all counts. Harry sure can pick the ladies. That's for sure.

In Harry's $650.00-a-month apartment on 8th Avenue, New York City, of course, Harry is pacing the hardwood floors--anxious to see Shelly somewhere besides in the office. It's hours before he is even to get ready. Factually, it is only 12 noon. Harry phoned Shelly about 9:30 a.m., disturbed her sleep, just to find out what time he was to pick her up tonight. Harry is a good planner. He has to have good planning skills for his job as an insurance adjuster for MetLife Insurance. Harry tires of pacing the hardwood floors. "What's on the television? Let's see, ESPN U, yeah, bet my team, The Rutgers Scarlet Knights are playing," Harry says in some awkward excitement. Why he said this about Rutgers is a mystery. Harry didn't attend Rutgers, he attended Brown University for his bachelor's degree in business. Some, in his office, say in confidential terms, that Harry is a bit flighty for a man.

"Drats," Harry says as he notices his digital clock (from KMart) on his clear glass coffee table that his Aunt Jean gave him for Christmas last year. "Hours, I hate hours, before I can get ready for my date with gorgeous Shelly," he complains as his feet and hands tap out a nervous rhythm on the arms of his couch as he is reclining to watch Penn State play Colgate on ESPN U's "College Game of The Week," he likes Lee Corso, one of the Game Day analysts. He cannot stand Kirk Herbstreit, for how his hair is always in place and he beams that face smile to the camera. But Harry endures until 2:30 p.m. and when he cannot stand the waiting any longer, he says, "Okay. I figure that Shelly will want to look perfect for me, so I will start now getting ready for I want to look perfect for Shelly." And with that sudden rationalization, Harry heads to the bathroom.

Harry takes two-hour, hot showers. Not just to cleanse his body, but to cleanse his pores that may have stored up some bodily poison or sweat that wasn't discarded from his body. As he showers, Harry sings, "Get Down Tonight," by KC and The Sunshine Band and "Stayin' Alive," by The Bee Gees. He still loves Disco although its been dead for many years. As he turns the shower off, Harry now prepares to dry himself with three fluffy towels. He has an anxiety problem with wetness, a problem that he uncovered last year in some mandatory therapy sessions promoted by MetLife to make sure that their employees were socially stable. Harry is one of the lucky ones. Having worries about wetness was his only point of mental weakness. Other than that, he is a mental giant.

With his shaving completed (with a Gillette Fusion razor), he ponders which of his colonges for men to use when he picks up Shelly. "Lettttt's see now. Hmmm, okay. Stetson, the cologne for men. Yeah, that will make her sit up and take notice," Harry says to himself as he splashes his chest and neck area with this fine cologne. The directions on the Stetson bottle said 'a drop of two,' but Harry is a 'social animal,' and is sparing no detail to look and smell perfect for his "night in Heaven," with Shelly.

While driving to Shelly's uptown apartment on 16th Avenue, 202 Living Street, New York City, he hums along with a song on his XM Radio, "It Just Might Be You," by legendary songwriter, Stephen Bishop. Harry's heart pounds. He takes Bishop's song as a sign from God that Shelly is 'the one' for him even before they have their first date. Harry checks his face in the rear view mirror of his 2009 Camry, to see if he has any hair in his nose, a turn-off for any girl who is out on date. And Harry would just die if Shelly were to notice some nasal hair jutting out of his nostrils.

"Well, heart, you can slow down. We are here," Harry says with a tremble in his voice. "Shelly's apartment building. I am so excited I could faint," he states as he jobs up the 27 steps leading to the front door of the apartment building where Shelly resides.

Harry enters the front door. The doorman tips his hat to Harry and smiles as Harry walks briskly to Shelly's apartment, 202, just down the hall. Just like she described it to him at work. Harry's chest is actually bursting with excitement. He can just see Shelly's icy-blue eyes, her beautiful high-lighted blond hair. "I even bet she smells fabulous," Harry giggles like a sixteen-year-old boy on his date to the junior prom.

"This is it. Be calm, Harry," Harry says coaching himself up for this monumental occasion. His index finger on his left hand trembles as he pushes the doorbell. "There! I did it," he says to himself shifting back and forth from one foot to the other and looking at his wristwatch. Harry, smiling and looking up and down the hall, carefully puts his ear to the door of Shelly's apartment to see if he can hear her dainty feet coming to the door. Nothing. Dead silence. Harry feels a twinge of fear, but quickly ignores it. He knows Shelly well enough that she would be home. She just talked to him at 9:30 this morning. And agreed that seven-o-clock would be great to pick her up. Harry's index finger on his left hand trembles even more as he pushes the door bell again. Faith can play tricks on a man. This time, Harry actually thought he heard Shelly's dainty little feet running to the door. Nope. Nothing. Still dead silence. (nice name for a comeback of Anthony Michael Hall's Dead Zone show that USA cancelled). The time is now, according to Harry's Timex wristwatch, 7:15 p.m. And no Shelly. This process of Harry's index finger on his left hand (now shaking) and pushing Shelly's door bell continues for another 20 minutes with the same results. Nothing. No Shelly. No rats. No dice. No sense in doing this. It is now 7:40 p.m. and Harry, who has tried very hard to not admit the obvious. The hurtful. The cold fact, has given in to . . .'SHELLY HAS STOOD HIM UP.'

Harry stands motionless. Looks down at the expensive carpeting on the hallway floor. He hears the heavy footsteps of the hefty door man as he approaches him. "Got a problem, fella?" Nick, the door man asks in his finest Brooklyn accent. "Uh, no, sir. Not really a problem, just . . ." Harry is now interrupted by Nick, "Then what are you doing hanging around Shelly's apartment door, huh? Maybe I needs to call da cops," he threatens. "Oh, no sir. That won't be necessary. I was here to pick her up for a date. That's all," Harry says hoping the truth will set him free.

Nick the door man lets out a loud, horse laugh that continues for more than five minutes. Nick bends over holding his stomach he is laughing so hard. Not chuckling. No snickering. But harsh horse laughing. Humiliation is more like it. Harry is wondering what is so funny and asks, "Sir, may I ask what is so funny?"

"You, buddy. You look so stupid standing there waiting for my friend, Shelly, to come to the door. Wy' my foolish buddy, she left about 6:45 this evening. She even threw me a kiss as she smiled 'that' smile. You know 'that' smile," Nick explains still holding back his laughter.

"Gone? You mean, uh, Shelly---is---gone?" Harry asks in unbelief and now in denial that he has been stood-up. Harry lowers his head and accepts this cruel fact of life. Shelly stood him up. That's all it was. A stand-up. No worries. Harry thinks in his rejected, shattered mind.

"Yeep, buddy. Shelly is G--O---N---E," Nick says. But Harry wonders why does people who kick you when you are down just have to spell-out by letters what hurts the most.

WRITER'S NOTE: This painful, short story was, of course, fictitious. But the plot of this hurtful fantasy is a reality to thousands of good souls each day and night of the week. The rest of my article is intended to be of help to those men and women (mostly men) who get stood-up for no apparent reason. Thanks and please continue to read. (Kenneth Avery).

Okay. It's happened. It's dawned on you. You have been stood-up

this is what is happening to you now.

  • Your mind is racing like an Indy race car with thoughts such as: Awww, she's being fashionably-late, her mother wanted her to bring her some groceries, and she must have broken a nail.
  • Your self-image, ego, and self-esteem are out in the open--exposed to the humiliation that is face-to-face with you. You have been stood-up. You now feel like a fool, a clown dressed in a three-piece suit holding a dozen roses in your left hand.
  • You question the fact that your life was meant to be, and not a mistake.
  • You wonder, still trying to not admit you were stood-up, about maybe she, your date who is long-gone, is just playing with you to see how you would react. You, my friend, are grasping for straws. Better be getting a grip. Now. For it will be worse before it gets better.

The following things are what you do to save face, your dignity

and self-respect.

  • When you admit that you have been stood-up, you check around your disappearing date's door to see if anyone has witnessed this social travesty. You look quickly up and down the road or sidewalk to make sure that no one has seen you reduced from a man to a pile of useless Jello.
  • You make yourself smile, grin, and laugh. You could easily win an Oscar for the act you are doing now of a man, although stood-up, humiliated, degraded, is still a strong man. A man who doesn't let pain near him.
  • You pretend to be an old time movie star who was used to being stood-up, but you do a bad Buster Keeton. You are more of Moe Howard type. Moe, of the famous Three Stooges.
  • You drive around to settle you head, but every girl you see is HER, the girl who stood you up. Settle down, Jack. You are suffering from "Stood-Up Hallucinations," a symptom that follows the shame of being stood-up.
  • If you were a girl who has just been stood-up, you would call up a few girl friends, have a girls only party with ice cream eating, drinking Tequila shots, doing hairstyles, and talking it out until dawn, but my foolish friend, you are not a girl. You are a broken-hearted man who trusted too much. But you will, in time, live it down.
  • After you realize what a fool you have been, you drive quickly back to your apartment in hopes no one seen you at this girl's apartment. You spend the entire weekend at home--not talking to friends on the phone, well except the pizza place where you ordered $50.00-worth of sausage pizza's for eating cures the "stood up blues," and you engross yourself with all the channels of ESPN. This is how you are going to live from now on. You think to yourself as Sunday morning comes. And Sunday goes slowly by. You need to shave and shower.
  • Monday comes, after a sleepless Sunday night, and you silently creep into the office hoping that your 'Shelly' is out sick or has been fired. Anything to keep you from seeing her. And you pray to God that your buddies in the office all went out of town the weekend and did't hear of your appearance in the "Fool's Parade."

These things are what YOU NEED to do . . .after the fact of being stood-up seeps into your mind:

  • Laugh like a wild dog. Run and leap like a Russian ballet dancer. Say to strangers, "Guess what? I have been stood-up by a gorgeous girl! I am the happiest man in the world." People hearing this will look at each other and be amazed at your mental toughness.
  • Instantly, go by or call all of your buddies at work, gal pals too, and just hit them with the news of you being made a fool of by this 'Shelly' or whatever her name is. And that you are in the mood for a toga party at the local VFW Hall and you want to tear up the town and have the night of your life. Your buddies, gal pals too, will ask, "Who is this?" And after you tell them who you really are, they will not ask many tough questions about you getting stood-up, but they will all be very sympathetic toward you. And your cute gal pals will all want to nurture you back to good mental health. Girls are very competitive with each other, and your gal pals are all secretly wanting to be asked out by you so the other girl who stood you up will feel like moving to Puerto Rico and changing her name.
  • Buy yourself a new car, suit, shoes. Treating yourself soon, will be the quicker you recover from being stood-up. And talk about feeling great. This will do it for you.
  • Realize, right away, that by being stood-up, this girl who hurt you has actually did you a great favor. She might have been too clingy and wanted you to marry her after two dates. This leaves the market for new girls wide-open. Take in the fresh air of single life. You are fine.
  • And when you see the girl who stood you up, in public with another guy, just grin, walk up, smile and say, "Hi, I'm the guy you stood-up last week. I am doing great. And I have learned that I am a far-better judge of girls that your date here," and leave. The new date the girl is with, will soon have some questions about what she did to you and if he has a brain at all, he is gone too.

Now that you have read my ways to deal with the pain of being stood-up, don't you feel better? Don't you feel more empowered at just knowing how to handle the heart and soul-crushing moment of being stood-up? Don't you feel more confident as a man? You should. No inconsiderate, insensitive woman will ever make you look like a fool again.

I hate to sound self-absorbed, but aren't you glad that I wrote this story just for you?






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Jean Bakula 5 years ago from New Jersey

Dear Kenneth,

I am very honored that you credit me with the idea for this hub, and dedicated it to me. Nobody ever dedicated anything to me before. Wow! That was so nice. I don't know what was wrong with Shelly, she missed out on a gem with you! I like to think anyone who stood me up or didn't like me back ended up with someone really awful, but then I feel guilty and all that. I know it's probably the same for you, since you are so sensitive. And in the 70's, women were all looking for "sensitive" men. I apologize for any and all women who were ever mean to you, you didn't deserve it! I bet there was a gal pal around who really liked you, and you didn't notice because you were focused on "Shelly." Anybody who would do that to somebody isn't a very nice person and you deserve better. Girls eat ice cream or chocolate (or both) to console themselves in situations like this! Thanks for being my friend and fellow writer.


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

My Dear Jean, that is SOOOO NICE of YOU to write to me. And I can say this to you in all honesty, NO ONE ever said these things to me...ever. I feel so small and unworthy at this point. Humbled is not the word. THANK YOU, DEAR FRIEND, AND CREATIVE WRITER whom I adore on hubs for their very-creative way of presenting their topics in such a GREAT and PROFESSIONAL Way. NO, I didn't have anyone regular in my time as dater. I guess because all of my guy friends ONLY wante ONE THING from girls, and you know what that was, and as for me, I only wanted to enjoy their company and show them off to the places I would have carried them. In my dating time, Jean, the girls were into rough guys who did the deed with them and not a solitary girl that I asked gave me a second look. This is all the truth and I am not ashamed to admit that my dating time was a trainwreck. No wonder I stay depressed and feel a deep void in my life in 2011, but that is NOT your fault, Jean. But mine. I should have known in my younger years that my mother's advice of respecting all girls, didn't cut much slack with the girls in my era. Thank YOU for being MY FRIEND. You make Hubbing a great experience. Sincerely, Kenneth


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Juliette Morgan 5 years ago

Hi Kenneth, bet you've never been stood up so cruelly like that?? I hav'nt either, nor have I done such as you describe. Nice read though, but don't let all guys believe women are just like this, we are after all human beings!


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Emma Zimmer 5 years ago from USA

hi kenneth, I really feel this blog. It is really sad but also true. you have a unique writing stye and I hope to hear more from you soon. Thank you also for following my blog!!!


Sueswan 5 years ago

Hi Kenneth,

I dislike people who are so full of themselves that they don't care who they hurt.

I have never been stood up.

I almost stood someone up but I didn't. It was a blind date(my first and last) and I got nervous.

The guy ended up being a real creep so I didn't end up going on a date with him.


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hi, Juliette, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I APPRECIATE YOUR COMMENT and YES, in 1974, June to be exact, I had a date with a girl who loved me and the new car I bought. We had been friends a long time and she was, I thought, trustworthy. Well the day of the date came, Saturday to be exact, I was going to do the works...dinnner, dancing maybe, and a show. BUT SHE WAS NOT HOME.NO NOTE EXPLAINING WHERE SHE WENT. NO PHONE CALL TELLING ME THAT WE WERE TO POSTPONE. JUST COLD-HEARTEDLY LIED OUT AND OUT AND SHE TOLD ME at the place where we worked the nextg Monday some off-the-wall excuse that she "had" to be in a town 2 hours away. I smiled. Said okay. And never talked to her again. Lie to me once, shame on you. Lie to me twice, goodbye forever to you. Juliette, I am not going to lie to you or anyone else. I have had a tough time getting past this. But your comment cheered me up. Thank you, Kenneth


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hello, emma, AND THANK YOU, SINCERELY, for your comment. I Do Appreciate this comment coming from a professional writer like yourself. And thanks again for making me feel like an accepted part of Hub Pages. I will not forget your kindness. Much peace and success to YOU. Kenneth


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dearest Sueswan, THANK YOU SO KINDLY FOR your comment. You are very blessed to have never been stood-up. Let me tell you, I felt like the Harry in this hub. But worse. When I used to see this girl that I told Juliette about in above comment, anger and hatred would boil inside my heart. And sometimes now, when I think of how this girl did me, well, I rest in the solace that God has the final word for all liars. Thank you Sueswan, so MUCH for commenting on my hubs. I feel good now. Thanks, Kenneth


Eddie-Perkins 5 years ago

This is one subject most any adult could identify with Kenneth. In my young foolish years my friend and I have stood up girls because we both didn’t have dates. And I’ve been stood up and felt like my heart broke into a million pieces. I wrote a short hub (Best love) and touched upon the subject of my first crush. It was an older girl who hurt me, but I doubt seriously that it was her intention. Most young people don’t think about the damage they can do to another heart by flirty for the fun of flirting. Adults though know the pain and hopefully care enough not to play games with another’s heart. This is very well written. Vote up and useful. ~ eddie


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hello, Eddie, and THANK YOU, MY FRIEND, for that uplifting and wise comment. Life is not fair. Even Jesus, when He was teaching on earth, never said that life was going to be fair, but did say that offenses in the world, would come, but WOE to the man from which the offense comes. I have learned and still learning to NOT be an offense, but a blessing to people. If I can. And this stand-up thing, well, I hope and believe that the girl who hurt me to the soul, is well and prospering. That is my heart's desire. Thank you again, eddie. Sincerely, Kenneth///and thanks for the votes too.


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JT Walters 5 years ago from Florida

Hi Kenneth,

I am the type of gal it takes a lot of courage to ask out. Usually if a guy sks me out I know he is serious and I don't ever readily say yes. I believe I made one guy wait two years before I would go out with him. BUt my heart breaks for those who are stood up and rejected.

I enjoyed the story.

All My Best,

JT


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hello, JT, and I admire YOU for your discipline. That is a rare trait this day and time. You, pardon my boldness, are a special person. I say that with all respect and sincerity. Thank YOU for your comment. It cheered me up today. Thanks again JT. (kenneth)


Jt Walters 5 years ago

Hi Kenneth,

No more special than anyone else. I just believe the heart is very delicate and if you subject it to much it might fail. So I am a cautious person. The boy I made wait to date me for two years was a playboy and didn't have very much respect for women of the opposite sex. I ended up engaged to him but did not marry him because he reverted back to his old ways. No matter how much we love someone we can't change them. It took me 8 years of my life to realize that so not so special just cautious. And I have a healthy respect for pain some criticize me for this. And others can never get my number no matter how good looking or charming or wealth or clever they are.

The way ot my heart is with patience and sincerity. I know I am so old fashion and boring. But I am glad I cheered you up. It is always a pleasure corresponding with you.

JT


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hello, JT, I agree with you. And admire you at the same time for having great morals and principles. Stick to them regardless if you are THE ONLY ONE in the room who does at all. IT IS worth the sacrifice and patience. God Himself, approves and condones this strength that you possess. You can be an example to others who are tempted to just go with the first one that shows up. NO! Bad choices lay the groundwork for a tapestry of destruction. Thanks, JT, for your warm comment. God bless you. Kenneth


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JT Walters 5 years ago from Florida

HI Kenneth,

You are too kind. You should know I wasn't provided with notice of your response. I just checked back by chance. For me if love is not cherished and valued then it isn't love and yes I do find myself with people who wonder, "Why aren't you married?". I am waiting for the right person and if it takes my entire lifetime it is better then taking a trival approach to matters of the heart. Wars have been fought over love so why wouldn't I approach it with great respect and caution?

Thanks for understanding.

JT


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

JT, no problem. I understand every syllable you have written. I want to share with you a confession, but Not here. I will do it via your message on profile. Do you have a 'contact JT Walters' button? Anyway, I will collect my thoughts on THIS severely-personal dilemma that I have carried for years, praying about it, suffering in silence and no answer will come. I do admire and respect HIGHLY, you and your values. DO NOT change. AT ALL. People such as you, are God's representatives to a life that even to a lot of the church body, has fell into obscurity...a HOLY Life is what I am talking about. Keep it up, JT. I have your back. Always. And later, when I organize my thoughts, I may email you and see what input YOU can give me. Sincerely...YOUR friend in Christ, Kenneth


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JT Walters 5 years ago from Florida

HI Kenneth,

I look eagerly forward to your email.

JT


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

DEAR FRIEND, JT

I will send it when I get the courage and I am too insecure about myself right now. Thank YOU for caring and wanting to help. I can sense that YOU are a Christian lady. Thank God for that. I feel very comfortable talking to you. So when I get up the nerve, and pray about this....I will send it to you. Promise.

Kenneth


Eddie-Perkins 5 years ago

Hi Kenneth, I was just thinking of a quote I have heard that went something like this; a woman’s heart should be so hid in Jesus that a man will have seek the heart of Jesus to find her heart. God bless you ~ eddie


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kenneth avery 5 years ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hello, eddie! Amen to that gem of wisdom. You should write that into a hub piece. And I think that all women, young and old, church-based or not, should keep what you just said in their hearts at all times. Thanks and God bless you for having a tender, giving spirit. Kenneth


Robert Varley 4 years ago

Kenneth,

What can i really say? this is an outstanding piece of literature and what an amazing story with lots of little bits of detail we all love! Have to say, this is my favourite piece of creative literature i have stumbled upon in years.

Yours faithfully.


Jonny 4 years ago

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