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I’m alive! Merry Christmas Chuck!

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I had a Las Vegas cab ride like that once. Grateful to be here and able to say so.

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Thankful that I got to brave treacherous, iced roads to pick up a relative from the hospital today after a detox seizure yesterday. Alive and sick from withdrawal is better than the alternative. Lasting sobriety would be a great Xmas gift to himself and all of his loved ones.

Edit: His Dad went to the hospital with some kind of bacterial gut infection 4 days ago. Now his stepmother has a strangulated hernia and Im trying to get her to let me take her to the hospital. What a dramatic ass Christmas. If I wrote this no one would believe it.

PS: My scratch, corn syrup free pecan pies turned to shite. Ha!

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Spent a few days this week in the ER for my hubby; when you love someone that gratitude for life is spread around. Merry Christmas, glad you’re still around, you disruptor you. (Watch the new Glass Onion to get the reference)

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Dec 25, 2022·edited Dec 25, 2022

Was a passenger in a fatal roll over in my teens. Then in my late 20s I was in another nonfatal accident. That one involved 6 weeks of coma and a traumatic brain injury.

I am thankful everyday that I actually wake up! That 6 weeks in coma did set my thankful bar a little lower.

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As someone who doesn't have much, the most I can come up with are the ones usually taken for granted. I'm thankful for having a functioning brain, working limbs, my sight, my taste, my hearing. That's gotta count for something, right? I'd say I'm thankful to be alive but honestly, four days out of each week, I kinda wish I wasn't. Haven't really been able to conjure up a festive mood for the occasion either, or celebrated Christmas in probably a decade. I can't even sit on a mall Santa's lap without it being weird. Sigh...it's just not the same.

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On 4/20/2002, my friends and I drove from San Francisco to Santa Cruz for my 17th birthday and, boy, that ride home up SR-1 at night was horrifying! I remember listening to The Doors "Riders on the Storm" and quickly realizing (after the ominous "...killer on the road..." lyric) we needed some upbeat Michael Jackson tunes to quell our paranoia. I was never so happy to see Half Moon Bay in my life :) Grateful to have had such fun times growing up in Northern California. Merry Christmas, Chuck!

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I’m thankful that one of my favourite authors has read something of mine. That’s one thing off of my bucket list.

Do you write whilst on tour, Chuck?

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Thankful for the words, "Will you please come with me Dad?" I just heard them as my son is ushering me into the bathroom with the lights off to show me how his new watch lights up. Merry Christmas. It's interesting how all our lives are so different.

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Wanna keep it light.

Thankful for the internet! Without it, we wouldn't have had this group. It makes me feel less lonely.

Another thing, I'm thankful that I was raised by a dad, and two mothers. My mom and my grand mom. So much love, and potato pies.

Merry Christmas to you all!

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I’m thankful to live with people who understand and accept me, and who I love and understand.

As two (maybe three) of us are autistic, this is something I will never take for granted.

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I’m thankful for you, this group, and all the other rock stars who make great things that make me want to make great things.

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I'm grateful for having survived my history–and for being able to do the work required to escape it.

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After my tonsils were cut out, by the time I could eat again and go back to work, my neck started itching. I kept working the catering job I had and thought the itchiness was from my throat healing up. The swelling grew over the week, I got dizzy. At the hospital I went into emergency surgery. When I woke up the surgeon told me he cut a golf ball sized abscess out of my neck. He said when he cut into the abscess, the smell knocked him back. He said if it had burst, or I’d waited to get surgery, I’d be toast. I’m grateful to be here and learning to write.

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I'm thankful that I have an awesome daughter,

some good friends, and that I get to workshop with several great groups of people.

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My Mom even though she's in Heaven because I understand her completely now.

My dog, who never not once judged me.

The friend from my childhood in Hartford I spent today with.

My other 4 dogs.

My ex, whose helping fund my current lifestyle even though he's my ex??? which allows me to be at readings...........

Also, my ex because he's the father of all 5 dogs.

My children

You

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