Believe, Conceive, Achieve.

Have we had enough doom and gloom for a while? I have, and a few of you mentioned I need to get back on my motivation kick.

I’d like to tell you about my parents.

First my dad; My dad is a total original. Some compare him to Regis Philbin, enthused,  quick witted, and full of life, its hard to keep up with him at times.

Last week he came to Chicago with me for a day business trip. We had lunch together, and he just had me rolling with his attitude and sense of humor.

Then there is my mom. Honest to god, she is one of these people that everyone loves. I remember getting jealous because everyone was always flocking all over her and I was like “back off, she’s my mom!” 

Here are the biggest life lesson’s I learned from my parents:

“Believe, conceive, achieve” – my dad drilled this into my head as a kid, so much that I thought, I mean I KNEW I was capable of anything. Nothing was out of the question. Still isn’t.

I would come up with a new, crazy idea every other week, like joining the Army, and my dad would say “Ok kid, check it out and get back to me.”

He instilled in me that the sky is the limit. To this day, this belief drives the passion in my life. Come to think of it, if it wasn’t for this ingrained trait, this blog would not exist.

On to my mom; she is the sentimental one. My mom is all about memories and family.

“Be in the moment,” she says, “you need to make your own fun in life.”

And she lives this philosophy. She never does anything half assed, when she gives of herself, she goes all out and she blows people away with her genuine generousity. What an amazing role model she has been.

When I first had my daughter, she told me this story and I try to live by this standard each and everyday. She told me about my Grandma, her mother who she loved dearly.  Grandma raised 6 kids in a 900 square foot home, worked two jobs, and has been called a Saint but those who knew her.

“My mom always stopped. She stopped, sat down, and listened. No matter what was going on she would take the time. She could be cooking, kids running around, ironing all lined up waiting to be done, but I would want to tell her something. Nothing major, maybe just something about my day, and she would stop, pull up a chair- no hesitation – and be there.”

Honest to god, this vision pops into my mind constantly. Life gets nuts when you have kids. Nuts in a great way, but in a very, very stressful way. My mom inspires me always, by setting a great example, helping me grow into the mom I want to be. What more could I ask for?

So let’s hear your stories! Lay it on me.



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26 Responses to Believe, Conceive, Achieve.

  1. Nats says:

    You want us to talk about our parents?? Just so I am clear feeling a bit dopey right now lol xxxxxxx

    How was your business trips??

  2. Kim says:

    Im envious mama v. My father was a workaholic and is now and was an alcoholic. My father was always gone as I was growing up as my parents always owned business, including a restaurant and a bar so my dad was gone before I woke up and home after I was in bed. My mom is amazing and is so full of love. My parents adopted my older brother and myself (we are not blood related, they adopted Kevin before me is all), and then had two girls. My mom was expecting with my sister when I was 6, this is also when my sexual abuse began. Somehow in my 6 yr old mind I connected these events. My mom said the first time she took me to a psychiatrist it was when she was pregnant with my sister (I have no memory of seeing a psychiatrist and only learned of this when she was informing the intake counselor for treatment). I do remember why she would have taken me though, since I was adopted my mom wanted to reassure me and my brother she loved us yet everytime the baby was mentioned I cried. They did not know it at the time but I cried because my abuser told me that if I ever told what he was doing to me that my parents would give me away because they were having a new baby girl that would replace me because I was bad anyway. His way to help me believe this was to remind me that my birth mother didnt want me either because she knew I was inherently bad. So while I had a wonderful mother I never really let her get too close as I was afraid at some point she would learn my secret and give me away and I loved her and my dad. I did not want to lose another family. Today, my mom is remarried to a wonderful man who I was able to learn from what it really means to be a dad (too bad it was not until I was almost 18). My dad is single and still drinks too much which was why I chose the college I did to be close to him as he told me over and over again that I was the only one he has left. Throughtout my college years my dad threatened suicide to me and would even call me drunk only for me to rust to his home thinking he would be dead to find him passed out but I was always happy that he was still alive. My mom is great, I just wish I would have let her in. I told her of the abuse when I was about 21 and she did believe me and didnt understand why I did not tell her. I felt as though I made her sad and believe she should have known and done something yet I was the one who didnt tell and if I had to do it again I still would not have as I believed what my abuser told me and I couldnt lose my mom. Plus he said if my parents gave me back, he would hurt my sisters. Sad thing is I know my mom made me happy often by her love but I remember more of the abuse then of the happy times. I was fearful alot as a child and as my mom said very obedient. She said she never had to discipline me as if I did anything wrong I was harder on myself then she would have ever been. But you know I wouldnt change the family I have, I love them more than life.

  3. Kim says:

    I am feeling horrible, it may seem as though my dad was all bad, but that is not true. My dad loved us the best he could. His way to show his love meant working very hard to provide for his family just as his dad had done. I just felt I needed to clarify that because I do love my dad very much.

  4. Emily says:

    oh my god, ur so lucky your parents are lovely.

    so wish my parents were like that.

    Well my mum– she is very moddy has no sense of humor or fun when she found out bout my ed she was like ” well just eat”. since i have been in the clinic she has not even bothered to visit or ring me to see how i am. really wish i had a gd bond with her like u do with ur mum,

    My dad– well he left when i was 3 used to see him until i was like 15 then he got a new girlfriend and got marryed and had a child with her and ever since have not really bothered with me, he just cares about his new family.

    maybe one day they will want to love me again.

    Emily XxX

  5. Josie (Joey) says:

    MamaV, you say “share your stories”, though like Nats, it’s confusing what you want us to share. The immediate thought is to describe our parents, which for most of us is difficult and upsetting, as Kim demonstrated, and wouldn’t exactly be the motivational kick and end of doom and gloom you’re asking for!!!
    Do you want us to share stories of inspiring people?? I’m guessing that’s what you’re after. If so, i’ll give mine tomorrow :), but you might need to clarify before your readers upset themselves by describing their parents. xxx

  6. Vanessa says:

    seconded what josie said. i think you were hoping we’d share sources of inspiration, right?

    although while i’m replying i thought i’d point out that your whole fixation on informing parents about proana so they can help their kids seems misguided to me given what i’ve always thought of as the sorts of parents who raise kids who want to be anorexic. not very supportive loving people, especially if you leave out the parents of anorexics whose disease is more clearly biologically based. why do you think 14 year olds turn to proana in the first place? oh, i forgot, it’s entirely the fault of the fashion industry, right?

  7. Kim says:

    After reading what others are writing here i feel like i messed up by righting what i wrote. i guess you probably did want stories that inspire but as Vanessa said i imagine most dont have parents like yours mamav. you can take my blurb out if you want since it isnt really what you were looking for, sorry.

  8. Sass1948 says:

    i had one of those mums. one of those saintly, popular, time for everyone mums and then she died when i was 19, but u know she instilled all this positivity & strength in me i just kept going…for a long time i survived on “automatic” then ed crept back into my life then this yr, the 3rd yr without her, o my goodness the sh*t hit the fan. total withdrawl, i had to grieve! thats what am goin thru right now but it is so hard living without her. so hard knowing everyday what i’ve lost.

    i’ve heard ppl say how it’s easy to make out that the dead are saints, and i agree but what if the ppl u lose really ARE the good souls in life? as a teen, my pals laughed at how i worshipped my mum when she was alive.

    oh my god i really miss her

  9. Gina says:

    Let me just first off say you are so freaking lucky to have parents like that. I know I have good parents but sometimes I feel as if they’re not.

    My dad well we don’t really get a long. He is such a negative person. Hides behind a mask. Infront of people he’s the life of the partay people get a kick out of him always telling me how great of a dad I have & I just smile like mhmm. When I was little he would do anything for me but now i’m 15 & I feel like I don’t even have a father. We are always yelling at each other. He says smart remarks just to get me ralled up. I mean what happend to the man I love w. all my heart & wanted to be w. each minute & would give me hopeful adivice & would isolate & wouldn’t put on a mask?

    For my mom. She has her ups & downs w. being a mom. I love her to death & lov her for who she is. She has very low self asteem & is so unhappy w. her weight. When I was little all I would hear about is how she was trying to lose weight b/c she was so fat, but as I turned like 13 she stopped. She can be such a fun person to be around. I wanted to join girl scouts & she became my leader b/c I couldnt’ find anyone to join. She always took me camping & tried to be there for me as long as I wanted her. I can tell she loves me to death. She does anything to make me smile & to help me stay healthy. I love her & if I could change one thing it would be for her to lov her & see her for her beauty.

    I love my mom & at times I love my dad so I guess it works out both ways.

  10. wanderer says:

    Wow, you lucked out with the parent lotto. I don’t have an inspiring stories to tell.

  11. Rose says:

    Goodness mama V reading about your parents (father in particular) made me feel really anxious; the idea of the sky being the limit petrifies me! I find rules, barriers (and excuses not to do well) really comforting, but I’m sure that’s just me being weird! though i’m glad that its a message that you are comfortable with.

    Well, i dont know about inspiring, but i certainly learnt somthing from my parents.

    My father left when I was young, he was very depressed and self medicated with alcohol, Even though he hasn’t been around for so long, he has determined how I live my life. My mother raised me alone, and has shown me that I don’t need anyone but myself, (another idea that terrifies me). When my father left, my mother used to cry and cry and cry. She cried for about a year, then after a while the tears stopped, life goes on.

  12. Nats says:

    If u want inspiring I am not gonna talk about my parents, they are not worth even talking about really, nothing good to say. Although it would probably be good for me to share the story, it won’t be a happy or inspirational one. If u still want me to share it then let me know but it won’t listen the mood at all xxxx

  13. Amie says:

    Hey Mama!

    umm my story is probably going to be triggering for some people and i hope it doesnt make anyone want to do anything to hurt themseleves etc…

    well my story is well weird,
    i grew up in a family with a mum, dad, older brother and sister. We were a very religious family, we were bought up seventh day adventists and spent our time reading the bible and stories about god, jesus etc. My parents were involved with the church, they were both like youth leaders etc, my brother and sister were also in the kids.youth programs as i was in the little kids club stuff. Mum and Dad would clean the church on sundays, mum would sing in the choir, dad played the piano. We were the family that people inspired to be like, i had the perfect, god loving parents… but behind closed doors things were a little different. I cant remember much of my first 6 yrs of life, i have been told tho that the fights mum and dad had were really bad, mum worse tho. She threw cups and plates at my dad. I actually remember sitting at the dinner table one night and us kids were mucking around and flicking pea’s at each other, mum went off and threw a glass tomato sauce (ketchup) bottle at the wall but hit my brother in the ear and had to get stitches! Ive been told my dad were hard on us kids, but i can remember playing back yard cricket with him and playing games etc. I think my dad and I had a healthy relationship, i have a photo of my dad and myself when i was maybe 5 at preeschool painting pictures, i dont really remember much about that time in my life. My dad died when i was 6 yrs old. Things changed after that…
    we still went to church every saturday and were involved in the kids and youth stuff etc, mum didnt do any leader stuff anymore… there was a lot more fighting in the house, we were pretty much out of control… like fighting so bad that i required stitches in my head from my sister hitting me with a game control… my mum didnt have her licence so we had to walk half an hour to school, which most times i did by myself and my brother and sister would ditch me… we walked in rain, hail and sun shine…
    mum never ate with us kids, i remember growing up and only ever seeing her eat a piece of cold toast and a cup of tea for breakfast…
    our life was so complex, like it was drama going on all the time, fighting, screaming, yelling, crying, slamming doors, holes punched in walls, punching each other, hospital trips etc.
    I used to walk the streets as a kid with my brother and sister and other kids from the neighbourhood getting into all sorts of trouble, lighting fires, rocking house, egging cars, stealing, etc… we would come home from school and go out until 7pm where we came home, ate dinner and went to bed, weekends were spent at church and walking the streets, i made friends with an old man who lived a street over from where we lived, i would go to his house everyday, mum knew about it and continued to let me know, either though she knew he was sexually abusing me, i would come home from his house unable to sit down from what he had done to me, mum would rub cream onto me to stop some of the pain.
    I was always in hospital for needing stitches, broken bones and for constipation, i was always having constipation, which was called by such a bad diet! i was always over weight as a kid and i would see the look in my mums eyes when she would talk to my skinny friends, she would hug them and be very mothering to them, she hated me. All my friends loved my mum, mum was always seen to be a great person…
    Its weird to think that parents can step over bounderies, i used to sleep in the same bed as my mum until i was like 10, on tuesdays i would stay home from school and go to the shops and have milk shakes etc… mum was confusing, your too fat, have a milk shake…
    mum met this guy called dean when i was 10, i liked him at first, i think i liked the fact he had a car and we didnt have to walk everywhere. my sister got kicked out shortly after dean came on the seen…
    my brother left home to go stay with my sister and grandparents, i lost all contact with my family because of mum and dean. Dean and i didnt get along, he had kids which he treated so much better than me, i wasnt allowed to do anything and was blammed for everything that went wrong even if i wasnt at fault, he was abusive, physically and emotionally. I felt like the scape goat in there relationship… i got kicked out when i was 11 and went to stay with a family friend, mum wanted me back after a week as her welfare payments were going to be cut off… went home, got into counseling and was placed with my auntie for 6 months as mum threatened to kill me… went back home after 6 months and it was hell, i didnt know mum anymore, she had treated me so badly, i walked out after dean hit me and went and stayed with my teacher… ended up going back to mums and because of all the stress etc just stopped eating… lost like 15kg (over 30 pounds) in 11 weeks… got taken into state care by child safety and yeah stayed in there care until i turned 18…
    its so weird like thinking about my child hood etc as it was all very normal at the time… but now i just feel mad, cheated and maybe brain washed almost…
    its hard to know what i think about my parents, i dont hate my mum, i am more upset that she is so cold and has no like regrets what she did. she doesnt see that what she did was wrong, and its just something you cant ‘get over’ she doesnt understand that as a parent your kids come first… NO MATTER WHAT?! she takes no responsibility for anything that happened, and when asked about being sexually abused and stuff responds by saying ‘thats a can of worms that have been closed and i will not open’ like i have a choice wheather i want to deal with it or not… it just came up…. my mum told me on the 12th birthday that my dad raped her and thats how i was born… its just hard to know what is and isnt real…
    i know that what happened, happened for a reason, and from it i have grown and met a lot of nice people, i know that i am the person to stop the abuse in my family, i know that there is no way in hell my kids will go through anything i went through… i am the break in the chain and people will be held accountable…

  14. Josie (Joey) says:

    The stories about the parents of girls with EDs always breaks my heart. And you wonder why girls turn to pro-ana sites mamaV?

    I have an inpiring, if very sad story, about my mum.
    When i was 16 my mum suddenly got rushed into hospital and diagnosed with leukaemia. She was given a 30% chance of surviving it. My mum was so strong though – she was determined to beat it, and fought it full-force. Despite the fear and pain and sickness she endured, so made it through the 5 months of chemotherapy almost flawlessly. She had one stint in intensive care, but even then she kept positive and found her doctor amusing (he had no experience of conscious patients in ITU and expected them all to die, and as my mum was conscious she got to speak to him, and was very amused by his lack of bedside manner!!).
    All her hair fell out and she enjoyed picking out fabrics and designs for headscarves to wear, and didn’t let it upset her.
    When my mum left hospital when i was 17, she was determined to live life to the full. She’d come to acknowledge her own fragile mortality, which most people don’t acknowledge unless thrown into such extreme circumstances. She went on courses in counselling and yoga and other things. She went on little holidays to Norfolk and Dorset and Yorkshire. Her hair grew back dark grey, thick and curly, whereas before it had been straight and brown like mine, and she found it fascinating. She chanelled her fear into controlling her food (sound familiar?!) and her obsession with healthy eating to prevent the cancers return developed into such an obsession – orthorexia, an ED. My family let her get on with it as much as possible because it seemed to comfort her to an extent.
    She relapsed into her leukaemia and her bone marrow failed to ‘work’ anymore just before i turned 18. Her only chance of survival would be a bone marrow transplant. My mum was really distressed, but she didn’t show it, she battled on. It turned out her sister and brother were both bone marrow matches; my mum hadn’t seen either of them for 17 years and 25 years. My mum went into hospital far from home at Christmas, and my aunt was her bone marrow donor. A bone marrow transplant is one of the biggest things a body can go through, and my mum knew this, but she didn’t let it daunt her. The transplant went well, though she went through severe pain to the extent she had to go on morphine.
    At one point a church volunteer came to her room to talk to my mum. My mum told her that she wasn’t at all religious, and the volunteer never mentioned it again, but still visited my mum to chat to her. Even when my mum moved hospitals the lady carried on sending letters. When my mum died the lady sent us flowers, and a couple of months ago she wrote to us on the one year anniversary of my mums death. My mum must have left a big impression on her. It really touched us that she remembered and went to the effort, it’s beautiful.
    In the last 6 months of my mums life, things were hard. She suffered brain damage. She had a fall leaving massive bruising and lost teeth. The muscles in her legs wasted away til she couldn’t walk or stand. She became completely incontinent. She lost massive amounts of weight. She was in crippling pain. She moved hospitals to one nearer home where they mistreated her horribly, and my mum developed depression.
    Right up until the depression my mum was so brave, and got over every hurdle with humour and positivity. Even on my last visit to her a few days before she died she was in the hospital gym, and was determinedly trying to walk, even though she was exhausted.

    Thinking back on it, she was so brave and determined, right til the bitter end. The procedures she went through were agonisingly painful and very scary, but she never complained. It was so inspirational.
    I was also touched by the kindness, generosity and thoughtfulness of the church volunteer. If only there were more people like her, the world would be a better place.

  15. Angie says:

    My mom and father are divorced- they split up when I was like 1 because he was abusing me and because he was living with another woman. My brother was how she found out about that. I haven’t seen him since.

    My mom is kind of ambivalent. Sometimes she’s the best mom in the world- she’s been a confidant and a shoulder to cry on. But she’s also very possessive of me- I was not allowed to sleep alone until I was 12. She also allows my grandmother and other family members to emotionally abuse me, and keeps calling me “chubby” and playing with my fat.

  16. mamavision says:

    Hi Everyone! To clarify…if your parents are not inspiring, let’s hear who is. A friend, teacher, collegue, relative?

    We all need to seek out and surround ourselves with positive people, I am a big believer mentors. I have a few of them, but you have to be open to finding them.

    Do you surround yourself with positive influences? Or do you cling to the doom and gloomers? Let go and start creating the person you want to be.


    PS I submitted this post late, late Friday night when I was stuck in the airport! I should have refrained from posting it until I reread it, sorry for not being clear. Bottomline, I’d like you to start focusing on the bright side of life. There are bright spots, you may be just too far in the dark end to see them right now.

  17. Jane says:

    I was confused also, but I understand now :o) Okay, my inspirational person…. its a hard choice between my high school counsellor, Mrs C and my high school head of house, Mrs P. They both helped me out of the worst time of my life and made me enjoy being alive.

    Mrs P used to get me to come to see her every lunch time just to have a chat, or to share some inspirational quote, song, book… whatever (although I think she might have also wanted to ensure I actually turned up for school…). The one that has stuck in my head is, “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger… and nothing can kill you.” I was going through a hellish stage in life, and she took that time out of her day to talk to me, she was never too busy, never bored, always willing to be there. Her personality is amazing, always with a smile on her face, ready to lend a helping hand. She never gave up on anything or anyone and was perfectly happy to accept a failure, get up, and try again. I still speak to her now, and she has given me the strength to keep fighting.

    Mrs C was my fourth school counsellor and the only one to have been any help. She was not anywhere near as overly optimistic as Mrs P, and is much more down to earth. She is an inspirational person simply for the reason that she stood up to my mum!! Noone ever does that, and she is the only person I have known to have the guts to say “No, I think you’re wrong.” Her courage, self-acceptance and confidence continue to shock me… if she wants something, or can see a better way to do something, she’ll do it. I wish I had her self-worth, and hope that one day I will.

    MamaV, your parents sound amazing, you are so lucky, and as horrible as this sounds, I am a little envious! :o) x

  18. Amie says:

    Ok my inspirational person would be one of my old youth workers Sandra… sandra came to work with me in Jan 2006, haha, i was pretty feral, had an attitdude and the idea ‘she is just a stupid youth worker, ill put her into place, she works for me!’ lol it didnt last long, Sandra was on to me before i had the chance to think of my plan… she stuck it out through the good and the bad with me, she taught me how to cook healthy meals, she listened to me and sat with me in the moment, she always made me feel like i was in control of my life and what happened to it, she was always looking out for me… she is now in africa doing community aid work… she was always very dedicated to helping people… the best times i had with her where when we would go bike riding together along the beach, they were my best memories… i knew i was over weight, she knew it to, but she NEVER made me feel fat or like the bike rides were to get exercise, i just saw it as fun…
    I have a couple of positive people in my life but they are all older than me, another one is my old child safety officer Lisa, it isnt often that you find a welfare worker who is caring and supportive… lisa took no crap from me and at the time i hated her, but i remember june of this yr, i went for a drive with a person i didnt know… he ended up being not so nice so i left him and got stuck like 1.5 hrs away from home… before i left with this guy i was talking to lisa and she told me not to go, she said that this stuff had happened in the past and it only got me into trouble etc… when i did get stuck, lisa wasnt there for me, i ended up being picked up by the police and taken to the closest hospital, i couldnt understand why NO one was there for me that night… i ended up talking to lisa about 4 days later and she explained that i can not longer be rescued, that if she was to come and pick me up, next time i felt like crap and wanted someone to give me attention i will go off with someone i dont know and anything could happen… i am so glad she did what she did, that night i decided it was the last time i would create drama, the last time i would be a burden, i wanted to be a blessing… it was the last time i would cut… i have stuck to that… its been just over 2 months since cutting… she inspired me to just get out of the cycle… there is so much more!

  19. Gina says:

    I’d have to say my inspiration is the staff from Remuda & the girls from Remuda.
    Also my best friend who is struggling w. the same things as I am.

  20. Amie says:

    how and why do these people inspire you??

  21. Nats says:

    I have noone in my life at the moment who inspire me. Except you and the girls on here. You all inspire me in different ways. You all have this amazing strength and amazing way of pulling yourself out of whatever your in. You are all amazing people who look out for eachother, you care and you love. For me that is the most inspiring thing ever xxxx

  22. Sass1948 says:

    Sometimes I inspire myself

  23. Sass1948 says:

    But my mentor Kevin Wignall inspires me, so does my guardian (best friend’s mum), she’s fab. (sorry this was supposed to be up in that other post ha!)

  24. mamavision says:

    Hey All: Read the post from Sass1948- now that’s what I like to hear.

    I inspire myself too, if I didn’t I would not be here, having the guts to even put myself out here on the line with my thoughts and feelings.

    This is the idea, we need to find something deep within OURSELVES to believe in.

    Now this is going to sound harsh but its true. No person, no parent, no friend and certainly not I will solve your issues. Yes many of us are suffering from depression, anxiety, and other mental illnesses but we must be cautious not to use this as an excuse not to take that first step towards recovery.

    On to fear. Over and over I hear “I am scared, I can’t do that, I can’t trust” – until you stop telling yourself I can’t, you will not see options. No, I have not suffered nearly as some of you have, and I am deeply, deeply compassionate for all you have been through. Please know this.

    But, if and when you are ready to ask for help, you need to move forward and take that step no matter how scared you are. We are all scared. I am still scared everyday when I make choices and decisions. This is part of life, and sorry to tell you this but it gets worse with age. With age comes more responsibility, children, aging parents, work pressure, money pressure, talk about scary!

    ED is not your life, it is a major part of your life now, during this segment in time, but only YOU can make a change. If you do not believe this to be true yet, then we need to all wait for you to be ready and we will be here when you are ready.

    Until then you are forcing yourself to stay in this crazy cycle of life….when you open your mind to the possibility that there may be a way out is when changes will start to happen.


  25. mamavision says:

    Hi Jane and all: I left one important part out of the story of my parents. They themselves had horrible up bringings.

    My dad’s father was an alcoholic, he quit only after an accident nearly killed him, and lived the remainder of his life out as a cranky old, anxiety ridden man, that ripped my dad’s self confidence to shreads whenever he had the chance. My dad’s response? “He set a great BAD example.” I love that quote.

    Oh yeah, on top of that, my dad grew up in the core of Milwaukee, in a huge, dilapitated house because his mother was addicted to animals. She took in every stray cat, dog and bird off the street, so my dad basically lived in a zoo (I am talking 75 dogs when it got to be the worst, birds flying around the house, and who knows how many cats). Imagine the smell. Imagine the embarrassment. When my mother met him, she would take home his clothes and wash and iron them for him so he would have decent outfits to wear.

    As I posted above, my mom grew up in a 900 square foot home with 4 brothers and a sister. Our generation doesn’t even kno what 900 square feet is, crap we have 3000 square foot homes that are not big enough for our egos. My mom’s mother worked like a dog, two jobs, one in the hot and sweaty hospital laundry room, because her dad too was an alchoholic. On my parents first date, my dad dropped my mom off only to find the cops at her house hauling off her father due to disorderly conduct of some drunken sort. The were poor, but they had a loving mother that tried her best.

    So how did my parents turn out like they did? Why did they not give up? How were they able to be so positive and so unconditional loving?

    Beats me. To this day, they are both my heroes.

    Proves something else to all of you with parents who are less than supportive…treat them as your “great bad example” and make a pact with yourself that you will NEVER be like them.


  26. Gabi says:

    my parents are only my ispiration in how to keep a marriage together and stick together through the hardest of times…but my true ispiration….well i have never met him, but i have heard him speak cos he came to my school to give a little talk. I think his name was leon greenbaum,…if anyone is from england do you remember those “those who can teach” ads when they asked the who, what,when, why questions…well he was thr guy who uncovered his arm to revel a tattooed number from the holocaust. In my school on yom hashoa (the jewish holocaust memorial day) each year does a different thing that day. When you get year 11, you spend the moring doing a little learning and then watching schindlers list (which gave me nighmares for weeks!) and then your hear a survivour speak. Well that year we had him…he story cant even begin to tell you…the last time he saw his wife and son was when their truck passed his on the way to the gas chambers in auschwitz. They were jewish, but only ended up there, because their british passports, turned up two minutes late (which he found out because the guy who had run to tell them that they had arrived was also taken to auschwitz, arrived there before him and had to tattoo the number to his arm, recognised him and told him his passports had arived..but the nazis burnt them)..long story but their original ones were burnt by some non jewish friends who were threatened that if found hiding passports they would be killed, and he lost his toe to gang green, he watched people get murdered infront of his face…just the worst things ever…and when the holocaust was over after findn out his family was dead he moved back to england and rebuilt his life…and yet he still faced antisemitism with people leaving notes like “were gunna kill you you filty jew and turn you into soap like your friends” and yet he still carried on living….he stood there in the main hall, telling this story as though it was only yesterday, and yet…i dunno i cant explain it…but he was phenomenal, nicest, sweetest man ever. he is an inspiration to life!
    I have never heard him speak since and i dont know whether he is still alive (he was v old) and its been 5 years since i heard that story, and i will never ever forget him.

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