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dear God
it's been awhile, hope all is well. i do this in writing simply because there is no silence in my mind, thus hopefully a different approach shall lead to different results. regardless:
thank you for forgiving me for my past. i cringe at the thought of some of the things i've said and done to those whom i claim to love, and know that without your forgiveness, there would be no way for me to continue.
thank you for forgiving me for the neglect of so many. there are so many kids that constantly tell me they're there for me if i ever need it, and i usually leave them high and dry for reasons unknown even to myself.
thank you for blessing me with so many who care. from those hundreds of miles away to those that reside right here in ft. lauderdake, e-mails and phone calls can truly make one feel loved.
thank you for my parents, who love me regardless of current circumstances. i was re-admitted to their home and tried it out for awhile as i'm sure you know, but i just couldn't live there. i can't justify my actions to my suspicious parents who won't trust me... who assume me taking a walk around the block is really me desicrating(sp) and throwing condoms into a church... or have a curfew before midnight, if allowed to leave the house at all... as much as i am still just a boy, i am also a man and it's time to leave the nest.
thank you for both my sisters, the only ones who will at 5am eat chocolate and listen to my "problems in life," then after making me feel better (and they always do as you know,) dance around the living room to 103.5 the beat with me... only to wake up at 6 and go to work like nothing happened. they are my other halfs and eternally my best friends.
thank you for perhaps the greatest gift thus far in life, a mr. jerry perez, whom i would truly be lost without.
thank you for the ashley goodman's and andy shefield's of this world, who never give up on you no matter how many mistakes you make. it's those kind who make me smile on a rainy days.
thank you for the village, and therapy to conquer one's demons.
thank you for fullsail university and any school that helps a kid follow his dreams and truly make something of himself in this life with the proper training and education required. it's my diamond in the rough.
thank you for keeping me healthy for the most part, with minor exceptions, but that's what dr. limperis is for i suppose... may 4th could not seem farther.
but most of all, thank you for the gift of life. we take it for granted on a daily basis, but it's the bryce's of this world who keep you in check and truly slap you in the face until you realize how fucking lucky you really are.
[ >> r.i.p. (there will never be another.) << ]
and thus i conclude this letter with a simple request... well, maybe not so simple, but it'd be quite the favor and i would owe you one... if there's any way you could help a very special boy's heart condition. he's stressed all day and he's going to die before the age of 30 if something isn't done... but who wouldn't with his job... please father, he's a good person, help him out. this is my only request.
amen.
your son,
.matthew t. chapman.
p.s. if there's anyway we could have "salute your shorts" and "heeey dude" put back into syndacation, i'd be much obliged. (=
it's been awhile, hope all is well. i do this in writing simply because there is no silence in my mind, thus hopefully a different approach shall lead to different results. regardless:
thank you for forgiving me for my past. i cringe at the thought of some of the things i've said and done to those whom i claim to love, and know that without your forgiveness, there would be no way for me to continue.
thank you for forgiving me for the neglect of so many. there are so many kids that constantly tell me they're there for me if i ever need it, and i usually leave them high and dry for reasons unknown even to myself.
thank you for blessing me with so many who care. from those hundreds of miles away to those that reside right here in ft. lauderdake, e-mails and phone calls can truly make one feel loved.
thank you for my parents, who love me regardless of current circumstances. i was re-admitted to their home and tried it out for awhile as i'm sure you know, but i just couldn't live there. i can't justify my actions to my suspicious parents who won't trust me... who assume me taking a walk around the block is really me desicrating(sp) and throwing condoms into a church... or have a curfew before midnight, if allowed to leave the house at all... as much as i am still just a boy, i am also a man and it's time to leave the nest.
thank you for both my sisters, the only ones who will at 5am eat chocolate and listen to my "problems in life," then after making me feel better (and they always do as you know,) dance around the living room to 103.5 the beat with me... only to wake up at 6 and go to work like nothing happened. they are my other halfs and eternally my best friends.
thank you for perhaps the greatest gift thus far in life, a mr. jerry perez, whom i would truly be lost without.
thank you for the ashley goodman's and andy shefield's of this world, who never give up on you no matter how many mistakes you make. it's those kind who make me smile on a rainy days.
thank you for the village, and therapy to conquer one's demons.
thank you for fullsail university and any school that helps a kid follow his dreams and truly make something of himself in this life with the proper training and education required. it's my diamond in the rough.
thank you for keeping me healthy for the most part, with minor exceptions, but that's what dr. limperis is for i suppose... may 4th could not seem farther.
but most of all, thank you for the gift of life. we take it for granted on a daily basis, but it's the bryce's of this world who keep you in check and truly slap you in the face until you realize how fucking lucky you really are.
[ >> r.i.p. (there will never be another.) << ]
and thus i conclude this letter with a simple request... well, maybe not so simple, but it'd be quite the favor and i would owe you one... if there's any way you could help a very special boy's heart condition. he's stressed all day and he's going to die before the age of 30 if something isn't done... but who wouldn't with his job... please father, he's a good person, help him out. this is my only request.
amen.
your son,
.matthew t. chapman.
p.s. if there's anyway we could have "salute your shorts" and "heeey dude" put back into syndacation, i'd be much obliged. (=