I have to say beautiful poetry. Love how it just flows together. How I cope is by A long walk on the beach, or by writing short poetry, also listening to music. Also every time I look into my precious son eyes I know everything will new Okay.
Sometimes playing the piano and throwing all my emotions into songs I play helps me cope. Or I watch the Yogscast (funny game channel), they never fail to make me feel better with their hilarious videos.
I love how almost everyone has totally different ways of coping with their situations..but with age, we have all learned how to cope, or at least mask pain.
Wow Nice. Maybe I missed something but few of us have had damage to our bodies. Most of our coping relates to stress. Some days we all handle it poorly. I can tell you about a man with a struggle to cope. A long time ago, 1971, a Boy in Marine SAR uniform was dragged through trees attached by cable to a burning helicopter. Despite several broken ribs, and cracked vertebrae, his crew dead, he carried on with his job. His job was rescuing ppl. His left leg would not work So he splinted it. Within a few hours he found one of his goals a parachute but the occupant was dead. He continued his search and later came across the RIO of the downed A6. For the next day and a half they hid and survived on 5 shots of morphine and a few rations. It was the RIO whom pointed out to the rescuer he'd been shot Finally with a hard air assault of the area both marines made it out, leaving 4 dead from their two craft. The "hero" needed spine surgery, two bullets removed, and a few stitches and casts. He was told 4 months later the Navy was not going to send him to school to be a doctor after all. In fact he was so badly wounded he was now f4, medically unfit for duty. So with a tiny suitcase with green socks and underwear one way bus ticket in hand he caught a bus for upstate New York. You see as hurt as he was his countrymen hurt him deeper with insults about what a war monger he was. The war of the cold war but the people he grew up with rejected his sacrifice. So he walked dragging his left leg across the peace bridge to meet his brother a fifth year resident and University student in Canada. He's an old man today The RIO lives in Arizona and his Grandkids know the hero's name. The Navy cares too they sent a guy with medals. The world didn't get a Doctor they got an Engineer instead. He has nightmares almost ever week. I cope with my little things knowing there are ppl far worse off coping everyday.
Iceengel thats heart touching story, I cope by playing online games i used to do harmful things to myself but ive out grew that
You know, coping is different for everyone. Some of us don't, some can. I myself, cannot cope. I've had this bad habit all of my life of changing and shifting this so that it's not bad. So I don't have to cope. Because I can't. I moved to the U.S when I was 9 years old, with my older brother and my parents. My mom and dad just thought that was better for us. When I moved her, I hated it. People made fun of me for my accent, how I tried to explain things and I couldn't find the words. To tell you the truth, I was scared. I was scared that I'd be made fun of. So I made my parents take me out of school, because I couldn't cope. I finally got the nerve to go back to school my freshman year. Took a interest in volleyball, track, softball and cheerleading. At first, I loved it. Best thing of my life. But I realized I was doing those things because people liked me when I did that. And even when I joined this game. I did alot of the things I did so that people would like me. And people did. I had alot of friends. But people marked me as ditzy and childish. I left pimd for almost a year, and I came back. No one knew me. I wasn't "popular" anymore. No one knew my name. And it killed me. I was angry at everyone. I couldn't cope with that fact I wasn't who I used to be anymore. No one knew me as "that girl". I lost probably the only person I ever truly loved because of who I was. I couldn't cope with that either. It all killed me. I couldn't cope with the fact that no one wanted to be around me anymore. So I slipped into depression. I let myself go. I wasn't who I wanted to be anymore. So now, I'm learning to cope. Learning that I don't need to be the center of attention, or that everything doesn't revolve around me. So i guess I'm saying, learning to cope is a good thing Take it from someone that took 19 years to figure that out This is probably gonna be really long
This is such an amazing piece of work! God has helped me through many hard times and He is always faithful!