Contest- You Might Be Interested

~I have noticed that there are some exceptional bloggers here which, however, due to unspecified conditions do not have the predicted number of followers. As a result the fine content of their posts is not read by many people. While, the number of my followers and my visitors have grown incredibly, during the last few weeks, and I really want to thank you for that! So I have a thought. I would like to read more of your posts, but some times my program is very tight. Also, I would like some of you, my friends, to be more appreciated by the readers.

So, I would like you to write one of your favorite posts down below, to the comment section. In five days from now (21st of June), I will choose two of them and I will post them on my page.  Also, I will recommend to my readers to check your blog and your articles.

I really want to get to know you better and I hope to give my the chance. Blessings.~

 

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68 thoughts on “Contest- You Might Be Interested

    1. Hey Karl thank you for being here! You have a really powerful way of writing and I really liked your articles, but I really loved the 3rd one. I could see myself reflecting through your thoughts in the 3rd post.Congratulations!

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    1. Hey, thank you for your comment. I loved your post. I can tell for sure that you are a great mother. I find more intriguing the fact that your favorite post, is the one that you are talking about your love to your child. Well Done!!

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      1. Yea, i find that my style of writing is more of a creative writing style. I more or less wanted to blog about my opinions and about all types of issues and random things. But i’m happy if you enjoyed the post. I really enjoy reading about your posts as well.

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    1. I am completely overwhelmed by your story. I can read your love for your sister and that makes this tribute to Cynthia the most special post I have read since I started blogging. I was able to feel both your pain and your love. But, I got to say that, it isn’t always the presence that matters, cause I am sure your sister knew how much you were loving her. She will be really proud for you.

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      1. I am so glad that you were able to feel that level of emotion by reading it. Being able to share from my heart and have it touch in a tender, real way is really all I want. And that it can reach across the globe is incredible!

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      2. Exactly what you are saying. Feelings traveling all the way, just to give us some life lessons. I am glad too, for the fact that you share your soul and we could be able to read that beautiful article.

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      1. You are very welcome. I really liked your articles. The fact that are both of them life experiences make them more intriguing. I really laughed with the second one. At least the problem solved before it was too late :P.

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    1. You gave a very important lesson with your post. Be ourselves is the alpha and the omega in life. I am really into your though where you are saying ”You’ll create stronger and the most closest relationships you’ve ever had”. Really great work!!

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    1. You are very welcome. Firstly, I like very much the name of your blog and the picture you placed on the front page. Secondly, I really liked the post. It is true that we don’t appreciate what we have and I think that, a lot the last few days. You are doing great work. Blessings.

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  1. Here is part of my story: My Evil Stepfather: On the way back to my new stepfather’s house, it was all sunshine and roses.  They were laughing, so happy together.  This was going to be such a fairy tale my mother told me…

    The fighting resumed shortly thereafter.  I got used to running.  Every time I heard the hitting start, I made my plan to escape for help.  After the second time, the preacher and his family stopped answering the door.  I knew they were home, but they refused to help knowing that she’d just take him back again. 

    So I started knocking on other neighbor’s doors, but they stopped answering as well…

    We lived very close to the road.  On one of these nights, my mom and I managed to both get out of the house, we tried to flag down passing cars, but no one stopped…

    During one particularly ugly fight, I stood in the middle of the road waving my arms, after several cars drove past me, but the car just swerved around me.  My stepfather grabbed me and was dragging me back to the house, but still the car did not stop.

    Doesn’t that make you stop and think?  Who sees a twelve-year-old, obviously panicked, trying to flag them down, and does nothing?

    Maybe they were afraid to stop, afraid to get involved, okay…but couldn’t they have at least called the police and reported what they had seen?

    The violence escalated, and since my midnight runs were failing to make any progress, it was up to me to stop him now.

    I would attempt to pull him off of her, yell at him, stand between them, anything to stop the fighting, then the violence started to turn toward me…

    He didn’t hit me, he would shove me or push me away sometimes, but not overtly hit me.  Then one night, he became so angry that he threw a mirror at my face…luckily I ducked just in time, and the mirror shattered against the wall behind me.

    I think this was a wake-up call to my mother.

    There was one more fight after that, and this time she wasn’t backing down.  After the hitting stopped, my stepfather went to the barn to water the horses, and when he did she went for his gun.

    It was always behind the seat of his truck, but when she lifted the seat- it was gone.  That’s when he yelled are you looking for this? And held the gun up.

    What would have happened if she would have gotten that gun?  Thankfully we will never know.

    We raced for the car as he ran towards us with that gun, backing out of the driveway in just the nick of time.

    Luckily, that was enough for her to finally see the light, and we moved out.

    There would be other things…but at least this was the last time I would have to see him beat her.

    Would you drive by a panicked child trying to flag you down?  Or refuse to answer your door to her?

    Please read the next phase of my story at http://www.gabigrace.net/sleeping-in-your-car/

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    1. I am really overwhelmed by your story. It is such a painful thing to happened to a young kid. I would have stop immediately if I was the one who was driving towards you. This story is very intense, like it came out from a movie. Glad to hear you and your mom are fine. You gave the most important fight and you won!

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      1. Thank you very much =) There were a lot of difficult times, but we made it through in the end. I appreciate your kind words and the fact that you would have stopped to help! I really feel the need to get my story out there to help others, but it’s been slow going for me so far…

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  2. Hello again, Phil. This is a great idea to get new bloggers like me into the swing of things. I have many favorites, as I blog daily, but here are a couple of my favorite: Paper Trails https://watchwaitandwitness.com/2017/06/23/paper-trails/
    Morning Glory https://watchwaitandwitness.com/2017/06/20/morning-glory/ How Could I Have Left? https://watchwaitandwitness.com/2017/06/12/how-could-i-have-left/ and My Sister … My Heart https://watchwaitandwitness.com/2017/06/04/my-sister-my-heart/ Thanks, Phil. jan

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    1. Hey Jan I loved your articles. All of them were great. Unfortunately the contest is over and I have already announce the winner. You can check it out. Thank you for sending me the articles, I really loved them.

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