I dread getting a phone call in the middle of the night. Its happened once before when my grandfather died.

I also dread that moment at interviews when they look at you and say "Thanks for comming in"

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Everyone Talks, Friends Listen

Watching my (grown-up) kids doing things I know'll kick them in the arse and not being

able to do a thing about it.

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Calm, quiet, smooth, devastating

driving up on an accident and find out it is a loved one (been there don't want to do it again)

haveing to tell my parents some day that they are no longer able to drive a car.

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The mind never forgets what the hands have learned

I dread...

Phone calls in the middle of the night...in every case for me, they are always unwelcomed.

Losing loved ones. The pain is almost unbearable.

The idea of not being important to anyone.

((((rabbit)))) I'd hate those too.

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The practice of putting women on pedestals began to die out when it was discovered that they could give orders better from there.~ Betty Grable

If I wanted your opinion, I'd remove the duct tape and ask you for it.~ Me
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