Project D: Mount Washington Experience Draft #2

When I think of the White Mountains, the first image that comes to mind is Mount Washington. For the longest time, I would think of the Old Man of the Mountain, but as we all know, he is no more. In the summer of 2004, I decided to join a friend and hike Mt. Washington. Already I began to have in mind that I would be able to "conquer" the mountain, but I think it is best to say that the mountain conquered us.
My friend Matt and I had only hiked minor mountains in the state, we figured that we are both in good shape that it would be relatively easy hike. I should have known within the first mile of our hike that this wasn’t true. We started our journey around eight in the morning. To my surprise there were many other hikers up and getting ready to go. After we were done gearing up, we started our mile hike into the woods to the base of the mountain. It wasn’t too bad, a little muddy but we were out for adventure. Once we reached the base I saw that I was in way over my head. All of the sudden our trail elevated straight up and a climbing we went. At first it was exciting, the higher up we went, the more incredible the view was. The only problem that I foresaw from this point was, Where is the summit? A couple of hours into our hike, I thought that I was never going to make it, I felt as if I was on an endless journey. I can’t tell you how many times we had to stop because I thought I was going to die. Maybe I was jumping the gun, but I couldn’t believe what I had gotten myself into. As I sat and caught my breath, I would be amazed to see how high up I already was, but still couldn’t see where I was going. I would just keep marching along.
One of the greatest things to do while hiking is talking to all the other people who are hiking along. To my surprise I was shocked to see that there were many elderly people hiking the mountain, most of them doing a better job than I was doing. One woman stopped and asked me what the problem was. I told her that I didn’t think I was going to make it and that it is probably best that my friend leave me for the animals. She laughed, saying that here she is, forty years older than me and kicking my butt. It was embarrassing, but what was I to do, she had me. She told me that I should shoot for making it to the ‘lake in the clouds’. Come to find out, there were 2 small bodies of water on the mountain and there was a hut where people go to eat and rest. This was an spot that if you made it, it was an accomplishment in it's self. Most of the hikers usually stop here, beyond this point it gets a bit rough. At the Hut is where people decided whether or not they are going to attempt the summit, one must really put much thought if they are going to continue. I persevered on and made it to the hut. It was so cool up there, I could never have pictured two small lakes on a mountain. Once we rested up, we were walking around and I saw a sign that said, one mile to summit. I figured that if I made it this far, I should just go for it, and I did.
Let me just forewarn anyone who ever decides to make this climb, the sign may say only one mile, but in reality, the path you take is much longer than that. That is the lesson I learned. The last leg of the hike was brutal. The wind gusts were so strong, the temperature had drooped from the mid eighties to the thirties with chilling winds, visibility was basically nothing, all there was to guide you alone was to watch person in front of you. Another hour later we did it, we hit the summit. I could have died and been happy. I didn’t think that I would ever make it and I did. I felt a strong sense of accomplishment, I really didn't think I could make it. If I was on my own I would have quit. I met the same old woman at the summit that I did on the trail. She couldn't believe it that I made it. Thinking about it now, I can't believe she even made it. While we were inside the Mub station eating we hear an announcement that a storm was heading our way from Vermont and all those who were hiking should head down out of the alpine zone so they would have some coverage from the storm. I wanted to stay much longer and rest but we couldn’t, I even tried buying tickets on the Cog., but that was sold out. So we raced down a mountain, which is not fun at all. I couldn’t believe how many scrapes and bruises I had received on our way down. I had severe shin splints, and every step I took was excruciating. We finally made it back to the car around six that night. This was a ten hour hike that I would be feeling for the entire week to come.
I started this adventure thinking that it was going to be a piece of cake, now I learned that this is a feat that must be completed. People ask me if I enjoyed hiking Mount Washington, I say, “at the time, no. But looking back at the photos I took and just knowing that I did it, yes”. I will never do it again. Next time I am driving up. But in an ironic sense, I would encourage everyone to try it out one day, it is an experience that will last a lifetime. I think that when a person challenges themselves to something they have never done before, they might be surpassed of how well they do; I was.



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Project C Second Draft

Matthew Bernard
Project C

It’s about 9:30 at night and I am sitting in a Cambridge apartment having a drink with a
few people, most I don’t even know their names, but all brought together for one
reason... they are part of the Full Body Cast. I found this group online and decided to
email them and see what they were all about. From my surprise, they invited me out to
Cambridge and thought this would be better done in person rather than on the phone. I
said why not and the following Friday night, I find my self sitting on a futon,
surrounded by exocentric looking group of people. This group of young to mid twenty year
olds are all drinking Jack n? Coke, smoking their cigarettes and just shooting the shit
like we all do when we are surrounded by our friends. The person who answered my e-mail is named Frankie, but she is known to everyone else as Trixie. She cuddled up right next to me, shoulder to shoulder and asked me what I wanted to know. Already I knew that I was going to experience something that I haven’t before. Here is a total stranger who is
already taken spot in my personal space and I didn’t care.

M. So, I know that you guys perform the play, Rocky Horror Picture Show, what is it about
it that drew you to it?
T. Have you seen the movie?
M. Yeah?
T. Well, you haven’t seen anything until you have seen it live. It’s an experience in its’ self.
M. What connection with this movie/play do you have?
T. This movie has really changed my life. I grew up outside of Boston, but very rarely
would I ever go into the city. I lived a quiet life and mostly read books and rode my
horse. When I was 17, I was watching VH1 and the movie was playing. It looked odd but I decided to watch it anyways. I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing and I loved this whole non conventional essence of the movie. From that moment I was hooked. I went to the record store and picked up the soundtrack and it basically became the soundtrack of my life. I knew that I wanted to be part of it.
M. So, I can see now that you are a part of it, how has your life changed?
T. Rocky is my life. For one night a week, I along with my friends are stars. It gives me
a chance to break away from my 9-5 job and just be transformed to a character that has no
boundaries. I love the freedom of expression that it offers and just being around other
freaks (she means it in a nice way) like me.
M. Sweet! So how do you all get ready for your shows?
T. We drink....a lot! Then we start thinking of the pre-show?
M. What's that?
T. Before we take the stage for Rocky, We create skits to pump up the crowd. This is the
same time we bring up all the virgins to the stage and break them in the Rocky experience.
M. What type of skits do you do? What's with the virgins?
T. At about 11pm on Saturday nights, everyone who is going to Rocky lines up outside and our security guards begin to pump them up with chants and ask all those who haven't seen the play (the virgins) to step forward and they get a big V put on their foreheads. Once everyone packs the theatre, that’s when we start the pre-show. This week we have taken a military theme and crossed it with some 80's hair bands. We sing, dance and go nuts to get the party started.
M. So once the show begins...whets the atmosphere like?
T. It's magical. Once those big red lips hit the screen, and the trixie appears, everyone
gets into this zone where Rocky comes alive?
M. On the screen? I thought you all performed the play live.
T. Oh we do, we just play the movie on the big screen behind us and we try our best not
to in prove too much and keep up with the movie. It also gives people the chance who
haven't seen the movie to see it and see us at the same time.
M. Do you all play the same role each week or do you switch it up?
T. There are about 22 of us that rotate, basically who ever can do it this week. I
personally love playing Frank, and I think the audience would agree.
M. So how often do you practice?
T. Listen, if you have to practice Rocky Horror, you have no business acting in it. All
of us who put on this show, know it inside and out. What you see us here doing, just
chilling and having a few drinks, this is the time when we come up with new ideas to
bring into the show.
M. So at looking at your website, I see that there is chaos and disorder with all the
audience participation. What is that all about?
T. The audience becomes part of the show. They yell out things to the screen and throw
stuff into the air. They even add on spoken words that make funny jokes throughout the
show.
M. So is this an "anything goes" type of show?
T. Yes and No. At all times we make sure that everyone is safe. But besides that, as long
as there are no weapons or people fighting.... it's a "feel good, do it" type of place;
and trust me you see some weird things going on.
M. Is there certain types of people that only come out to see it?
T. No, that's the greatest thing about Rocky. It brings together all types of people
together, no matter what you do or who you are in the day. Come midnight, we all get
together for one reason, Rocky.

So now I am one of the crowd, standing outside in the chilly night air, surrounded by
people who are dressed up as characters and ready for another Rocky night. I have brought
a friend along and experienced this whole production open mindedly.
M. Let me first say this, what a freakn? awesome show you guys put on. How do you have
the energy to do it every weekend?
T. The show is really a big part of my heart. I know it’s gotta be the fans that come out
to see us that drives us freaks to do this over and over again.
M. How many shows would you say you have done?
T. I’ve done about three hundred or so shows. Those are including special shows when we
tour and events.
M. Where do you guys tour?
T. We get requests from mostly colleges to come and perform during the Halloween season.
We have gone all over New England. Sometimes we mix things up a bit and meet up with
other casts from other states and show them how we do it up in Cambridge.
M. Why is Halloween such an important time?
T. I don’t know when or why it came about, but Halloween night is the biggest night for
Rocky Horror. We even have to move our show to a bigger venue to accommodate everyone.
Think of it as a holiday and all those who can’t come out during the year, make time and
come out. We party so hard that weekend. We end up doing the show three nights in a row.
M. So in all, what do you get out of Rocky Horror and what do you wish others will walk
away with?
T. For this one, I defiantly have to quote Rocky, ?Don’t dream it...Be it?. That is the
motto of the show. Rocky has opened up a new world to me and has made me the person I am
today. I love this community and all that it offers. I just want people to leave the show
saying that they have had a blast and can’t wait to come back. I don’t care who you are,
Rocky is an experience that let’s you be free.
I would defiantly say that if you are looking to do something different this weekend or
just come out and see this part of our community that only comes out at midnight,
defiantly come out and see this show. This interactive performance makes you part of the
show and even if you don?t know what’s going on, just enjoy all the chaos that is
surrounding you.

Project B; draft 2

Matthew Bernard
Project B; Draft 2

Growing up, I always seemed to notice the kids who were different from the majority of the other kids at school. I’m not talking about the “Goth kids” or “Plastics”, I’m referring to the kids who were treated special or called retarded by other kids. For some reason, they always stuck out to me and I would be filled with unanswered questions about them. I wasn’t sure why they were different, but if given the chance I would have gone up to them and started a conversation.
Once I reached high school, I didn’t see these kids as much. If I looked out the window, I could some times catch them moving in the halls, usually going to their next class before the rush of the student body. It wasn’t until this time that I learned about learning disabled students and Special Ed. students. The academy that I attended didn’t believe in inclusion, they kept that part of our school population away from the mainstream students. These students were separated so much that their classrooms were across the street; I didn’t think that was very fair for them. Yes, I understood that they learned differently from the rest of the student body, but I also thought that they were just learning no differently from any other kid in high school. There are so many different types of learners that no person can say that he or she is the perfect learner; we all learn differently. It wasn’t until the summer after graduation that I realized what I wanted to go to school for. I wanted to become a teacher and change the way students learned in the classroom.
That summer, I took a job life guarding at a private pool in a gated community. It was a great summer job and I was able to play with kids all day. Every day, one boy would come down and just do his own thing. After a couple of days I approached him and introduced myself. His name was Joey. It was easy to see, even from a distance that there was something different about him; but I just kept in mind that he is a eleven year boy who was enjoying his summer vacation. After meeting his mother and older brother, I learned that Joey had many physical problems and was also learning disabled. I was told that even as he grows up, he will probably only have the intelligence of a young teen at most. For one reason or another, Joey clung to me and I did with him. He is such a great kid and I was able to learn from him what type of learner he was and how he operated on a daily basis.
It was during that summer that I had made the decision that I wanted to study special education in college. When I talked to my academic advisor, she was happy that I was interested in special education, but she was concerned that it may not be the best choice for me. She said that so many people go into this field and want to make a difference, but the problem is that many become “burnt out” because it is such a demanding field. I didn’t care, her thoughts on my decision only fueled me to do my best and reach my goal of becoming a special education educator. As soon as I started taking classes that taught me about special education, I had a better understanding of what my advisor was talking about. But more importantly, I was learning how special education is completely different from regular education.
From the time that I was half way through the program, I became more intuitive of exactly what type of life this career was going to lead me to. I first went in thinking that I would want to change the world, but soon came to find out that it is possible to make a difference, only just one step at a time. I have strong convictions about the work that I do, I feel that I am connected through personal experiences. Growing up, I always had a hard time reading and would easily become frustrated and give up. For most of my elementary years, I was always in “small group” language arts classes. I also found out my junior year in high school that I suffered from ADD. Once I found that out, it explained a lot for the reasons I struggled in school. Now that I am in a field that deals with students like me, I feel we share a connection and I have an advantage of understanding what exactly they are experiencing when they are trying to learn.
Today, I am a Special Education teacher. I think this is the best job I could ever ask for. I feel that I have learned so much about myself and the special ed. community, that I have grown as a person much further than I ever could have expected. I would always be the person in my group of friends that was care free and just enjoyed having fun. I still have my fun today, but now I am filled with so much responsibility that it has truly changed my life around. I care for my students as if they were my own children. I have a hard time separating my work life from my personal life at the end of the day. My students are always on my mind, and I do everything in my power to make sure that they succeed. To this day I still hang out with Joey during the summer. I see him around during the rest of the year as well. I have learned so much from meeting him and he has to be my inspiration to keep going in this field as long as I can. I don’t do this job because I feel sorry for these students, I do it because I feel that I am making a difference in their lives; they are such a unique group that I couldn’t ask for anything more. Teaching is my life, my students are the biggest part of my life right now. It’s funny to say, but even though I am wiped out at the end of the day, I will wake up the next morning excited to do it all over again

Project One, draft 2

I will never forget the day when I realized I was in love. Although it wasn’t the romantic circumstances that I thought it would be, but in all I got that feeling. It was an October afternoon and for once I didn’t have practice that day so I was able to go straight home and chill. By the time my parents were home, I had finished most of my homework and started to get the rumbling in my stomach. As my mom was cooking dinner, the phone rang and of course, being the only teenager in the house, I dashed for the phone like there was no tomorrow. On the other end was my best friend Erik; this time he wasn’t loud or obnoxious, he was crying. All he had said to me was “Can you come over and pick me up?” and just like that I darted out the door and drove the twenty minutes to his house. I can’t believe how fast my heart was thumping, I didn’t even know what was wrong, all I knew was that he needed me and there was nothing that was going to stop me.
Once I reached his house, he came right out and jumped into my truck (sorry if this sentence sounds like a country music song). He just told me to drive and that’s what I did. I couldn’t take my eyes off the tears falling from his face; of course I needed to know what was wrong. He had said that his father had gotten really upset with him, because Erik had finished in the top five, not the top three in his cross country meet. So yeah, you can tell that his father isn’t “father of the year”. Erik had told me that the whole time he was being yelled at, all he could think about was me. By this point we were parked behind a restaurant to talk. As I was looking at him, this tremendous sense of emotions came over me and I realized I was in love with this guy. All that mattered to me in the world at that place in time was Erik. I have never felt more close to any one in my life then I did with him at that moment. I knew he was feeling something too; I had fallen in love with my best friend. This was going to be a changing point in our lives. Both had never felt this way before and we also had girlfriends who by now were expecting our usually calls. But for sure we both knew what this was. I can look back and say that I feel in love for the right reasons. Although I had issues with who was on the outside, it was what was on the inside that I was in love with.
Erik and I shared fourteen solid months together, it had to be so far the best time of my life. During that time, Erik had signed up for the Marines and left On October 3, 2001. The time being right after 9/11, I knew that this was going to be a trying time on our relationship. When Erik graduated from Paris Island, I was the only one there. Even to start earlier, I was the only one who kept in contact and wrote to him basically every day while he was going through his training. That night after he graduated we went out to celebrate. Just looking at him in his uniform and seeing the man he had become, I was overwhelmed with joy. We finally went to bed around six o'clock the next morning and while we were sleeping he woke me up. This is something he would always do, he loved to talk in the middle of the night. I learned to get used to it. He had expressed to me how much it meant for him to receive letters to me and having me go to his graduation. I didn't notice it while we were talking, but while I was sleeping, he had put around my neck a set of his dog tags. When I had finally realized the cold metal on my chest, I looked at him with question. He had told me that he wanted me to have this. He said that they wear dog tags so if something was to happen to them, they would be able to be identified. He gave me the set that he wore during training. I could tell that there were bite marks all around it. He said that when times got tough, he would bite down in aggression on it. He wanted me to always hold on to it as a reminder of what he went through, when others said he wouldn't last a week. I cherish it because first that is something very personal that he gave to me, and as a reminder that I know that no matter where he is, we would each wear a reminder of one another.
Less than six weeks after boot camp, Erik got his papers to ship off to Iraq. I remember him calling me saying we should go for a walk. It was usually when we went for walks that something important was up. I knew deep down what he was going to say, and even with him right by my side, I felt so distant. During the walk I can tell that he didn’t want to see me hurt but also his demeanor had changed. He had already gone into full Marine mode. He knew what his objective was and nothing was going to stop him from reaching it. There had to have been countless numbers of “I love you’s” during our talk, I wanted to be selfish and try to take him down, so he wouldn’t have to go. Erik and I stayed up all night and talking. It was our thing, it was the time where we felt we were the only ones on earth.
That same night he said he had something else to talk to me about. Of course I wear my heart on my sleeve, that I thought he was going to propose. I was trembling all over my body, I for once felt speechless. He told me that while he was gone, I had to make sure, nobody knew of us; meaning we needed to disguise what we had so that he wouldn’t put himself more at risk while serving over seas. I knew what that meant, I couldn’t call him or write to him. If I did, it had to be his “buddy” writing him a letter, or I was around when he called his family and just wanted to say hi. I was so heartbroken. Here I had the only person I have ever loved, going off to war, and now saying to me that we couldn’t have normal relationship connection. Although I understood why we had to communicate they way we did, I still felt that in today’s day in age, we could just be who we were. But I have played this “game” before and was willing to do what ever it took. I knew that in my heart we would still be together. Those feelings of speechlessness and trembling were soon gone, replaced with feelings of fear and loneliness.
Two days later, we woke up early to drive up the coast from Rockport to Kittery. During the good weather months, this was our drive. He was leaving that night to Boston, and I wouldn’t be able to go with him. We didn’t talk much during the drive. During the drive, Erik kept his hand on my leg and my arm crossed over holding his. There wasn’t anything we had to say that hadn’t already been said. We enjoyed our ride. I helped him pack once we got back home. He was already dressed in his uniform. I couldn’t believe that I was going to see him off to a place where we have just started bombing. He told me that he didn’t want to see me cry. I said sorry and one tear had fallen. I watched him say bye to the family. He kissed me. I kissed back. Then he said, “I love you more than you will ever know, and there is nothing that is going to stop me from coming back home and marrying you”; and like that he turned around, saluted to the family, and got in his car and drove off.
Now there was me and there was Erik. I continued with college, always wearing his tags under my shirt. I would watch the news and smile when I saw soldiers coming back home and being greeted by their families and loved ones. The camera man always focuses on one woman, who when she sees her man, she jumps up on him and the tears flow. I knew that would be me. I just had to wait until I got word that he was on his way home; his way back to me.

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Midnight Madness w/ RHPS

Over the summer some friends of mine had finally convinced me to go down into Boston to see the play Rocky Horror Picture Show. This is a rock play that started out in the 1970's and quickly turned into a movie during the same era. Ever since it's release, it has become a cult classic. I have found out that in most major cities, their are weekend viewings of the movie and performances by casts that develop in local theatres. Fans of the cult film dress up like the characters and throughout the performance there is audience participation that goes along with the show. I couldn't believe how many people came out that night, and according to my friends who are regulars, crowds like this come out every Saturday night (that is when they have their midnight showings). It was crazy to see all the people this show attracted. I can honestly say that I am not sure if I would ever go again, but this is defiantly a trend that will continue. It was as if for a few hours, I was in another world surrounded by all these rocky horror freaks (I mean that in a good way). I encourage though for anyone who has seen the movie and enjoyed it,to go out and experience it live. It is truly something different, and for less than ten bucks a ticket, it's well worth it.

I religiously watch the FX television show NIP/TUCK. I think it is the greatest drama
that is on t.v. at the moment. Besides all of the immoral topics that the show deals
with, the basis of the show deals with plastic surgery and the doctors. The show
sometimes show the graphic aspects of what goes on during a surgical procedure. Topics
become in depth when the audience is exposed to the back story of why these patients want
to have plastic surgery. The greatest part of this show is the beginning. Each show
starts off with one of the plastic surgeons asking a patient "So, what don't you like
about yourself?" I connect with this particular phrase, because at the moment I am
planning on having plastic surgery myself. I think the most common reason people decide
to have plastic surgery is because they find some flaw on their physical self and want a
way to correct it. For what ever reason, I don't think that having plastic surgery is a
bad choice. It is a procedure that is becoming more and more common. When I went to see
my doctor on getting plastic surgery, I didn't? Know that a lengthy process it can be. I
learned that I would have to go to two consultations before a doctor can agree to perform
the surgery. I feel that after my surgery I will have the confidence I once had and miss.
Even though my family doesn't agree with me doing this, they said they would stand by my
side. What I like most about this television show is that it is blunt in it's dialogue
and gets to the main points of why patients decide to have such procedures done. I believe that it is most important for all of us to feel comfortable with who we are. There are many ways of going about improving who we are on the inside and outside. I understand that surgery isn't for everyone, but I believe that we should take advantage of the technology that is out there. One shouldn't look towards this show as any weight in judgment on their decision about plastic surgery. If I only based my knowledge of plastic surgery on this show, I would be one messed up and misinformed person. It should be only taken as a form of entertainment. #1

Mt. Washington & Me

First on the record, I really am a nature/outdoor type of person. One day my best friend and I decided that we should head up to the mountains and do some hiking. Then we really got to thinking about it and said, why don't we climb Mt. Washington. Being cocky as we are, we decided to go for it. Two weeks later we were at the base of the mountain, with our packs on, ready for a good hike. Let's just say that this was the worst outdoor adventure I had ever been on. First from where we had to start, we had to hike a mile and a half into the woods just to get to the mountain. Then the trip was full of deception and horrible pains throughout my body. For the first few hours up, it was really cool, with every step you felt like you were going to see the summit at any point. Not true at all. As I thought we were getting closer, other hikers around us were saying "oh yeah, it's about another 20 mins up."; they clearly knew we were first time hikers and having their fun. I did make it to the top and some how by the grace of God made it back down to the car in a thunder storm. I chose this picture because it broke my heart that day on the mountain. At first I was so stoked to see how close I was to the top, but then to find out that it was about triple the distance from what the sign said. According to the forest rangers, if one was to draw a direct line from the sign to the summit, then yes, it would be the distance. But the trail that we needed to take was much longer than that. So I was clearly pissed and now no matter what had to make it to the top so I can just bitch my little head off to anyone who would listen. I really believe that those signs should be corrected and read the distance of the trail. Looking back on the photo I laugh, I was looking so forward to this great time and all it became was a day I bitched up and down Mt. Washington. But hey, in the long run, at least I can say that I have climbed it. Next time I will drive.

All cried Out.... Song Lyrics

ALL CRIED OUT
Allure (featuring 112)

Allure: All alone on a Sunday morning
Outside I see the rain is falling whoa
Inside I'm slowly dying
But the rain will hide my crying, crying, crying
And you, don't you know my tears will burn the pillow?
Set this place on fire 'cause I'm tired of your lies
All I needed was a simple hello
But the traffic was so noisy that you could not hear me cry
I, I gave you my love in vain
My body never knew such pleasure
My heart never knew such pain
And you, you leave me so confused
Now I'm all cried out
Over you
112: Never wanted to see things your way
I had to go astray
Oh why was I such a fool, lady, oh yeah
Now I see that the grass is greener
Is it too late for me to find my way home?
How could I be so wrong?
Allure: Leaving me all alone
112 &
Allure: Don't you know my tears willcause an inferno?
Romance often fades
Why should I take the blame?
You were the one who left me neglected
112: I'm so sorry baby
Allure: apolge not accepted
Add me to the broken hearts you've collected
112 &
Allure: I, I gave you all of me
How was I to know
That you would awaken so easily?
And I, I don't know what to do
Now I'm all cried out
Over you
I, I gave you my love in vain
My body never knew such pleasure
My heart never knew such pain
Allure: And you, you leave me so confused
Now I'm all cried out
Now I'm all cried out
Over you
112: Please forgive me
Please forgive me, lady

This has to be one of my favorite songs, but it is no where close of a song that makes me smile. When you break-up with a person, there are always going to be those little things in life that we connect with our past relationships (ie songs, movies, places, or even foods). I remember after my break-up, I like others at points felt like there was nothing else in the world and all I felt was pain. Long story short, I stayed in my house for a week, not eating, and purposely listening to those songs and watching those movies that I knew would get me upset. I don't know why I did that to myself like that, but I did. One night I went out for a drive and was listening to the Delilah Show on 95.7. A person came on the air talking about how bad she felt that her husband had just left her and she is feeling alone and just wanted to break free from it all. Delilah told her that it was important to feel what she was feeling and go through all the stages. This was the song that she played for her. Right away I was drawn to the lyrics. I just knew that some how I had to get over this love and realize that it wasn't my fault. It took a while but as time passed I really was all done crying over the situation and learned how to move on.