All she wanted was the conscious emotional support of her colleagues. Sadly, they did not believe her. She was left alone and anchorless, with no one to hold onto and no one to encourage her.
Friends are supposed to support each other, right? What happens, though, when you support your friend with something you don’t want to happen at all? What if they start going out with someone you secretly like and you’re just supposed to sit back and support it? Or what if the worst happens…? What if you like them and they start dating some bitch? You’re supposed to support that? It sucks. A lot.
The supporting cast of characters had been vital throughout the ordeal. These helping hands cut away at the brambles, scouted ahead, mended the soles of the shoes, water and fed the body, mind and soul.
But in the end there remain those paths which must be forged alone.
Support is a bra. Bras support you, all day, every day. If I didn’t wear one, I’d have back pains to the tenth degree. Seriously! So thanks bras, keep on supportin’! Oh, and when will the fat people bra come out?
Family, friends. Something I need on a daily basis for my body, my mind, and my spirit. God, hope, love from a Father above who is willing to be with me everyday and every minute of that day. A showing of kindness an offer of help a way to love and be loved.
I’ll be there
You may not feel like talking.
You may just want to sit.
You may want to laugh.
You may want to cry.
You may want to yell and scream.
I’ll be there
To listen.
To not listen.
To give advice.
Or not.
I WILL be there
To be a team member and to do what it takes to make sure each member gets what they need from the other members. To be there when someone needs a hand not only when it easy to lend a hand but especial when it is hard.
sometimes you dont need someone to give you the right and practical advice, sometimes you just want someone to say your right and give you unconditional support. we all need that sometimes.
I was walking one day and i hurt my knee, and they said it was because i had flat feet and needed shoes with better support. but i don’t think it was the shoes.
i think I needed everything with better support. I felt alone for so long and like no one cared, no one wanted to hear what I had to say,
when I bought new shoes I told someone, they said nothing. I later said they were hurting my feet, they still said nothing.
I needed the support. to tell me that i needed the support. and even now, I don’t know what I’m writing. I’m not wearing shoes. I have no support other than the bones within me.
But they don’t do good. I feel down my stairs yesterday. My socks slipped on the carpet.
what was supposed to protect my feet from the cold was unable to protect me as I was going down.
Maybe support isn’t what I need. I think what I need is to understand what falling down the stairs means.
when there are people to back you up. usually not family in the way that you need them to be there. sometimes you can’t tell your friends things so they can’t give you the support that you need even though they would if they could. close friends. you can always rely on yourself.
i found none when i looked. there was only a few left at the end of the tunnel and i COULDNT REACH it. it came too fast for me to think about, even though i knew… concrete salesman came to me and fucked me way too hard– that bastard. where did he go?
Finally there was an indication that support was to be provided. That it came in an anonymous email was not the point, the acknowledgement of our request was all we needed to fortify our resolve. What is it about past history that seems to be forgotten when new challenges are tackled, that make us believe where previously we have been disappointed that this time all would be different.
The beam, with its rigid metal, and surplus of fasteners, had its very own support. A support of which that was built in it; with it. And that support came from the other beams, which got their support from the earth, the earth from which the beam was first born.
support, literally the bearing of weight. some artificial or natural structure. But humans require support too, and more than just bones. People support each other. We need each other for support.
We walked the aisles of the grocery like it was nothing in our crazy clothes. That was when my shoe broke. I cried out, scared, and you came running just as I fell. I always miss the support you gave me.
Support is the main form of motivating someone. If you support a person with a lack of motivation they can get the job done more efficiently,or just complete the job. Supporting someone will make them appreciate you more. Behind every great person is someone who supported them.
The one thing i know in is the support in my family. God was never there nor the Devil. its always just been us. and you know what? to Hell with God and the Devil.
His back was already breaking by the time they placed the third stack on it.
Crying out in pain, screaming “Get away” over and over again, James didn’t know what would bring any comfort in this moment of extreme pain. The only thing he looked forward to was the sweet release of death.
I stood on top of the fence, the gang members behind me and my best friend in front of me. She held her arms out for me to jump into, but I didn’t have the heart to knock her over like that. I tried to leap to her side, but she moved as well; I tried to catch myself on the fence again and ended up flat against the floor. My hand was coated in blood and my face in dirt. The world began to spin; and then, she picked me up from the ground, slung my arm around her and helped me walk to safety, where the world finally leveled out again. For the first time in my life, I understood the support a best friend can lend you.
support is one of the hardest things to get, but giving it is even harder. it is emotional but very important. everyone wants to be supported yet it can come in forms that we are not quite aware of. support is one the foundations of all relationships and can make you who you are.
I can’t do it alone. There is too much at stake, there are too many doubts in my mind that it is possible to make this journey without help. I need to make a few phone calls… I’m sure someone would join me on this trip – it is surely important enough for a few kind souls to pick up the slack and give me a hand in my time of need. At least, thats what I hope…
My glass house need help. Little boys and litle girls,
they throw rocks at my glass house. My glass house is at its breaking point. There are cracks in my glass house. My glass house is telling me that this is not right.
I support you all the way through all the pain and suffering you caused me. Even though I hate you dearly I will find it in my heart, the courage to let it go before I go to the bathroom tonight, at which time I hope you will support me to release the stress into my toilet. I wish I had a pinata, for every time I’ve said that to somebody.
Slowly her family members entered the room with solemn faces. The machines beeped in the corner, a rhythm of her life. Slowly they all clasped hands and bowed their heads. She may only have a month to live, but they would make it the best month of her life.
support is the one thing that keeps buildings from caving in. with out just a little to put some of the heavy weight it is on it wouldn’t be. much like people. who just need a little b
Support is nonexistant. I am so tired of the hypocricy. We all pretent to support one another but when it boils down to it, do we ever? Not usually. So here’s my proposition, make a promise and follow through. If we all stop being so self absorbed, we might just find that the next time we fall down, there will be someone there to pick us back up and Support us throgh it all.
I promise, I will be here to support you. I will be here to hold your hand when you need it. My shoulder will be the one you can cry on without judgment or fear. I will be with you as we grow older, and I will be the one who will help you when everyone else has left you in the dark. I love you.
We all need support from others and ourselves to live. When we don’t support ourselves we become passive to the days and often fall short of the live we truly deserve. We must also support others.
My rock, my support. My friends and my sisters have been the biggest support I have ever had. I love them, probably more than they know. I wish nothing but the best for them. They’re my rock.
Support is an important thing to have. Doing something all by yourself without anyone to back you up is so much harder; it’s a little depressing. I’m so grateful for the support I get from my friends and family. It means so much.
The music flowed gently outwards, drifting toward the center of the room in breath taking patterns. Party guests frozen in mid-motion, sounds turning into tangible colours and shapes. No longer an addition to the wallpaper, Ana was not frozen. She played as though her life depended upon it. Ana played as though her fingers would be stolen. One by one the party guests unfroze, a low buzz of conversation covering the beauty of the wallflower’s music.
The support that I have for many things feels like it is never enough. The support in my mind is not a tangible support that is given. I need to change that.
“You cannot possibly expect me to go through with this!” Madeline exclaimed while eyeing the beam up above her head.
“Naturally, we do.” The voices replied. Madeline took her last breath, and climbed. Taking a first step gingerly, the supporting beams began to crumble. Oh dear.
The building no longer existed. One minute there, the next minute gone. Nothing left but support beams standing jagged like craggy teeth stretching sharply up to puncture the ashy gray sky and the faint scent of insulation material dissipating into the air.
i wish everyone would careless about the pretentious trivial things in life. just appreciate everyone else for believing something YOU don’t understand. Things are out of our control.
Support is what the real friends in your life give you. Support is the feeling that no matter how far you fall, they will be there to catch you and help drag you back up. Support is by no means friends doing the work for you, support simply is. Support is no longer feeling like you must cry because no one else is available to listen. Support is.
All she wanted was the conscious emotional support of her colleagues. Sadly, they did not believe her. She was left alone and anchorless, with no one to hold onto and no one to encourage her.
Friends are supposed to support each other, right? What happens, though, when you support your friend with something you don’t want to happen at all? What if they start going out with someone you secretly like and you’re just supposed to sit back and support it? Or what if the worst happens…? What if you like them and they start dating some bitch? You’re supposed to support that? It sucks. A lot.
The supporting cast of characters had been vital throughout the ordeal. These helping hands cut away at the brambles, scouted ahead, mended the soles of the shoes, water and fed the body, mind and soul.
But in the end there remain those paths which must be forged alone.
Support is a bra. Bras support you, all day, every day. If I didn’t wear one, I’d have back pains to the tenth degree. Seriously! So thanks bras, keep on supportin’! Oh, and when will the fat people bra come out?
Family, friends. Something I need on a daily basis for my body, my mind, and my spirit. God, hope, love from a Father above who is willing to be with me everyday and every minute of that day. A showing of kindness an offer of help a way to love and be loved.
I’ll be there
You may not feel like talking.
You may just want to sit.
You may want to laugh.
You may want to cry.
You may want to yell and scream.
I’ll be there
To listen.
To not listen.
To give advice.
Or not.
I WILL be there
support was the word again. I wanted another chance to write. I guess I need more, then.
To be a team member and to do what it takes to make sure each member gets what they need from the other members. To be there when someone needs a hand not only when it easy to lend a hand but especial when it is hard.
sometimes you dont need someone to give you the right and practical advice, sometimes you just want someone to say your right and give you unconditional support. we all need that sometimes.
I was walking one day and i hurt my knee, and they said it was because i had flat feet and needed shoes with better support. but i don’t think it was the shoes.
i think I needed everything with better support. I felt alone for so long and like no one cared, no one wanted to hear what I had to say,
when I bought new shoes I told someone, they said nothing. I later said they were hurting my feet, they still said nothing.
I needed the support. to tell me that i needed the support. and even now, I don’t know what I’m writing. I’m not wearing shoes. I have no support other than the bones within me.
But they don’t do good. I feel down my stairs yesterday. My socks slipped on the carpet.
what was supposed to protect my feet from the cold was unable to protect me as I was going down.
Maybe support isn’t what I need. I think what I need is to understand what falling down the stairs means.
when there are people to back you up. usually not family in the way that you need them to be there. sometimes you can’t tell your friends things so they can’t give you the support that you need even though they would if they could. close friends. you can always rely on yourself.
i found none when i looked. there was only a few left at the end of the tunnel and i COULDNT REACH it. it came too fast for me to think about, even though i knew… concrete salesman came to me and fucked me way too hard– that bastard. where did he go?
Finally there was an indication that support was to be provided. That it came in an anonymous email was not the point, the acknowledgement of our request was all we needed to fortify our resolve. What is it about past history that seems to be forgotten when new challenges are tackled, that make us believe where previously we have been disappointed that this time all would be different.
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The beam, with its rigid metal, and surplus of fasteners, had its very own support. A support of which that was built in it; with it. And that support came from the other beams, which got their support from the earth, the earth from which the beam was first born.
support, literally the bearing of weight. some artificial or natural structure. But humans require support too, and more than just bones. People support each other. We need each other for support.
We walked the aisles of the grocery like it was nothing in our crazy clothes. That was when my shoe broke. I cried out, scared, and you came running just as I fell. I always miss the support you gave me.
Support is the main form of motivating someone. If you support a person with a lack of motivation they can get the job done more efficiently,or just complete the job. Supporting someone will make them appreciate you more. Behind every great person is someone who supported them.
The one thing i know in is the support in my family. God was never there nor the Devil. its always just been us. and you know what? to Hell with God and the Devil.
His back was already breaking by the time they placed the third stack on it.
Crying out in pain, screaming “Get away” over and over again, James didn’t know what would bring any comfort in this moment of extreme pain. The only thing he looked forward to was the sweet release of death.
That’s when they pulled out the power drill.
I stood on top of the fence, the gang members behind me and my best friend in front of me. She held her arms out for me to jump into, but I didn’t have the heart to knock her over like that. I tried to leap to her side, but she moved as well; I tried to catch myself on the fence again and ended up flat against the floor. My hand was coated in blood and my face in dirt. The world began to spin; and then, she picked me up from the ground, slung my arm around her and helped me walk to safety, where the world finally leveled out again. For the first time in my life, I understood the support a best friend can lend you.
support is one of the hardest things to get, but giving it is even harder. it is emotional but very important. everyone wants to be supported yet it can come in forms that we are not quite aware of. support is one the foundations of all relationships and can make you who you are.
I can’t do it alone. There is too much at stake, there are too many doubts in my mind that it is possible to make this journey without help. I need to make a few phone calls… I’m sure someone would join me on this trip – it is surely important enough for a few kind souls to pick up the slack and give me a hand in my time of need. At least, thats what I hope…
My glass house need help. Little boys and litle girls,
they throw rocks at my glass house. My glass house is at its breaking point. There are cracks in my glass house. My glass house is telling me that this is not right.
I support you all the way through all the pain and suffering you caused me. Even though I hate you dearly I will find it in my heart, the courage to let it go before I go to the bathroom tonight, at which time I hope you will support me to release the stress into my toilet. I wish I had a pinata, for every time I’ve said that to somebody.
Slowly her family members entered the room with solemn faces. The machines beeped in the corner, a rhythm of her life. Slowly they all clasped hands and bowed their heads. She may only have a month to live, but they would make it the best month of her life.
Everyone needs support. it’s as simple as that. If you’re without support, you’re not living much of a life.
support is the one thing that keeps buildings from caving in. with out just a little to put some of the heavy weight it is on it wouldn’t be. much like people. who just need a little b
Support is nonexistant. I am so tired of the hypocricy. We all pretent to support one another but when it boils down to it, do we ever? Not usually. So here’s my proposition, make a promise and follow through. If we all stop being so self absorbed, we might just find that the next time we fall down, there will be someone there to pick us back up and Support us throgh it all.
I promise, I will be here to support you. I will be here to hold your hand when you need it. My shoulder will be the one you can cry on without judgment or fear. I will be with you as we grow older, and I will be the one who will help you when everyone else has left you in the dark. I love you.
We all need support from others and ourselves to live. When we don’t support ourselves we become passive to the days and often fall short of the live we truly deserve. We must also support others.
My rock, my support. My friends and my sisters have been the biggest support I have ever had. I love them, probably more than they know. I wish nothing but the best for them. They’re my rock.
Parents who give their kids everything they want will never give them what life will demand of them most: the ability to stand on their own two feet.
Support is an important thing to have. Doing something all by yourself without anyone to back you up is so much harder; it’s a little depressing. I’m so grateful for the support I get from my friends and family. It means so much.
The music flowed gently outwards, drifting toward the center of the room in breath taking patterns. Party guests frozen in mid-motion, sounds turning into tangible colours and shapes. No longer an addition to the wallpaper, Ana was not frozen. She played as though her life depended upon it. Ana played as though her fingers would be stolen. One by one the party guests unfroze, a low buzz of conversation covering the beauty of the wallflower’s music.
The support that I have for many things feels like it is never enough. The support in my mind is not a tangible support that is given. I need to change that.
“You cannot possibly expect me to go through with this!” Madeline exclaimed while eyeing the beam up above her head.
“Naturally, we do.” The voices replied. Madeline took her last breath, and climbed. Taking a first step gingerly, the supporting beams began to crumble. Oh dear.
The building no longer existed. One minute there, the next minute gone. Nothing left but support beams standing jagged like craggy teeth stretching sharply up to puncture the ashy gray sky and the faint scent of insulation material dissipating into the air.
i wish everyone would careless about the pretentious trivial things in life. just appreciate everyone else for believing something YOU don’t understand. Things are out of our control.
Support is what the real friends in your life give you. Support is the feeling that no matter how far you fall, they will be there to catch you and help drag you back up. Support is by no means friends doing the work for you, support simply is. Support is no longer feeling like you must cry because no one else is available to listen. Support is.