2021.12.06 21:39 Constantinotang AC Milan VS Liverpool – Liga dos Campeões da UEFA
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2021.12.06 21:39 ChildishLandino 4 years ago I left the church, and today I finally sent for my records to be removed. Here's a couple thoughts!
Today was the day! I officially got my resignation letter through quitmormon.org signed and sent out. It's funny, today I didn't wake up expecting to take care of this. It seems I just had a little more life in me this morning and decided to do some reaffirming :) It feels great to know that if I ever want back into the church, I'll need to be baptized again. It helps me feel better about not having a choice the first time around.
Here are a couple of thoughts that I've felt moved to share. I'm assuming exmormon is the best audience for this :)
I spent my entire life in the church until I came home from my mission. My parents were INCREDIBLY active in the church, with my father both teaching institute for a job and fulfilling callings such as Bishop and Stake secretary. I live in Utah, and both my extended families were very active. I was what I would call a "God-fearing" man, and although I made sure to have fun and not take myself too seriously, I was a 100% TBM.
To keep this part short, I was told offhandedly by my dad (he thinks it's a really cool doctrine) about the Second Anointing about a month after I came home from my mission. Within two months I was completely out of the church. The Second Anointing, combined with the changing of temple ordinances and oaths, as well as false doctrine and questionable actions from past church leaders broke my faith completely.
All at once, as soon as I realized that my belief system was based on a lie, I felt like I was ripped away from a familiar life and into a new one. Never have I felt so lost, confused, and directionless. This violent change in perspective was difficult, but also something that I'll be grateful for forever! The humbling effect this had on me was enough to put my ego (which had become nearly inseparable from my belief in the Gospel) in the back seat and allowed me to approach the world with an open mind.
There have been times where I've celebrated this, as well as days where I cursed my newfound knowledge. The freedom you, when you leave the church, feels great, but it's a double-edged sword. What happens when there are no blessings waiting for me at the finish line? When you realize that everyone is grasping for truth the same way you are, it's a bittersweet feeling. Maybe that's one of the reasons I make good connections with others on this sub.
I'm not entirely sure why I was compelled to write this. I want to share my experience, and I hope that it resonates with some of you. I've been on a personal journey for truth and understanding my whole life, and leaving the church was just another step, albeit a large one.
Everyone is going through their own story, with a narrative so personal none could ever truly understand. I know that although I may not recognize a deity anymore, I myself care for my own wellbeing, and I know what light and truth feel like. By aiming for my highest good, and working every day to remain humble, I've found purpose and meaning once again. You can too!
All the love, you heathens
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2021.12.06 21:39 Substantial_Care_853 What’s the best nickname for a tall person?
2021.12.06 21:39 owenwschex FIX YOUR FORGOT PATTERN
I locked my device (quest 2) with a pattern. I forgot that pattern and can no longer access my quest 2, and the steps it gives you does not work because to connect to my quest 2 on my mobile device I need the pattern. There is no recovery email or anything. This is the worst I have ever seen a company do with forgetting a password. Also I would not like to factory reset my headset due to game progression, and I'm not totally sure even if I did that, that I would be able to get into my account. Totally ridiculous.
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2021.12.06 21:39 usernamee484 Sent a first class mail envelope using a kiosk and paid for certified mail and electronic return receipt. At the end of the transaction it asked for my email which I assume is for the return receipt.
How do I know when the package is delivered (besides being able to track it with the tracking number)? Will I receive an email confirming delivery? Never sent something certified before. Thanks
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2021.12.06 21:38 NorthBubbly 1272 6533 4866
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2021.12.06 21:38 ShepherdsWeShelby Lyric search has seemingly stopped working.
It will occasionally get like one of the most popular songs to ever exist, but it is definitely hitting on way less than it used to just a few months ago. I have all the English lyric option boxes selected in the auto-tagging preference setting. The only setting there I have changed is to turn on "auto-retrieve." However, if auto retrieves nothing I still try to manually click redo search with no luck.
Am I just having some weird luck or is there a problem with the lyric retrieval?
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2021.12.06 21:38 catabomberman This Tupac drawing took me 3hours 👍
2021.12.06 21:38 noahschmutz just realized my playlist shows up on bladee's fucking spotify 😳
2021.12.06 21:38 elrood1013 A Perfect new pieces of Relaxation music that i love alot , i hope you guys will feel the same relief i have felt when i relaxed to this amazing track!. If you liked it and want to support me you can give me a like on youtube and subscribe to me, I wish you a great meditation. 🙏❤
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2021.12.06 21:38 dukeboy587 What feels like an orgasm but isn’t?
2021.12.06 21:38 Hangrycouchpotato The great rotisserie chicken apocolyse has reached my Costco...
2021.12.06 21:38 Spooky-QX Help with Gwyndolin please! (DSR - Ps4/5)
2021.12.06 21:38 webmediums What is procrastination?
2021.12.06 21:38 vedder012 Cannot sign into Plex.tv or my server. Please help.
2021.12.06 21:38 towelsarenice ISO local renting space for van conversion
Hello there! (sorry for the weird formatting, I wrote it in my email first and it pasted over weird).
I grew up in Santa Rosa and am moving back after being gone a few years to spend some time with family before moving out of the country in a year or so. As I have visited frequently over the years (I only moved away to the Bay Area for college), I've seen so much change as I'm sure all of you who have been here much longer and consistently have. It used to be that one could be scrappy and use connections to get by, but the fire and housing market has made finding affordable options more and more difficult as the years go on. As much as I'd like to move back for good, it seems much too difficult to start a life in Sonoma County these days.
Anyway, I am planning on converting a 2014 RAM Promaster 2500 High Roof cargo van to live and travel in full time with my partner. My partner is a wildland firefighter and I'm a teacher. We plan to take some time off (we worked our asses off to save for this) and travel around the U.S. in our van for a few months. The toughest part of the process has been finding a place where we can affordably live while we build the van as well as a space to build the van itself. Without a home of our own and the space needed right now, we're turning to the community to see what our options are. I already tried the "Neighbor" app, but they don't allow you to work in the spaces rented on that platform. We're more than happy to sign a contract, work out a month to month payment option, and provide personal/professional references as needed. Here are some questions I'd have about using a space:
1. Would the height of my van fit through the garage? It’s 103.6 inches high, or a little under 8.7 feet. 2. Would you be interested in renting it for four to five months? 3. Last and most importantly: would I be able to install parts of the van and use tools in the space? If so, what would be the hours you’d be willing to allow installation to take place?
2021.12.06 21:38 Darkheroxx I Saw Hell On The Hospital's Stairwell
I Saw Hell In The Hospital's Hallway
I Saw Hell In The Hospital's West Wing
I Saw Hell In The Hospital's East Wing
They say time heals all wounds, but mine feel like they’re getting worse the longer I stay at this place. It’s been a few weeks since my last post and lo behold I’m still here. I know you people must think I’m absolutely crazy for staying. I keep finding myself getting ready for the next shift, waiting for another monster to appear around the corner. Why am I the only one that’s seeing them? I ask myself that every time I get into my car and drive towards the hospital.
What is driving me further into this madness? Seeing these horrible things makes me want to make sure that no one else that comes to that hospital becomes another lost soul...another horror story. Perhaps those are just pretty words to disguise my insatiable curiosity. I want to make a difference, I want to do something, but I’m slowly losing the strength to go on. The last few incidents have rocked me to my core, but something happened recently that almost made me lose faith in everything.
It was just a week ago, I was pulling into the parking lot at the hospital when I noticed a few cop cars pulled up close to the entrance. When I got closer I could hear a man wailing at the top of his lungs from inside the lobby. I cautiously stepped forward to see a few police officers trying to hold down a man. He was a stocky, middle aged white man with thinning brown hair and his face was covered in tears. A couple of officers were at the side trying to calm the man down, I looked over to see a doctor sitting on the ground covering an eye that was forming a bruise.
A few minutes passed until the police were finally able to calm the man down. I briskly made my way through, I was getting late for my shift and there was nothing I could do for them. That night the hospital was abuzz with what had happened and It was much worse than I thought. It took a while to sift through what was real and what was just gossip. Apparently there was an accident not long before I got there.
We had a teenage patient in our care named Danielle, a beautiful young woman with long brunette hair, a glowing smile and such a bright personality. She was often in and out of the hospital due to some minor complications, Danielle was 8 months pregnant and it was really taking a toll on her physically. I’ve met her a couple of times, though she was in pain she always kept a sunny disposition.
We would occasionally chat, she would express her worries about being a young mother, her future, and things at home. Things weren’t going well with her and her boyfriend, they often argued with each other and their parents couldn’t help but chime in. She absolutely loved her boyfriend, but at the end of the day they were still children. There wasn’t much she could do but go through with the pregnancy and prepare herself to be a mother. Earlier that afternoon, just before I got there, she had lost her life.
That afternoon she complained that her feet were aching and insisted that she take a walk. That wasn’t an odd request at all so she was allowed to do so. About ten minutes or so had passed when they noticed that she was no longer walking through the hallway. They checked her room to find it empty and immediately split up to look for her. One of the nurses went to the stairwell about twenty minutes afterwards and found her body at the bottom of the set of stairs. Danielle and her baby were both gone.
The authorities and her family were notified of the incident, her father didn’t take it well. Of course he didn’t take the news well, he was sad and angry and took it out on the nearest doctor. That was when I came in at the tail end of the incident. The officers questioned everyone that was working at the time and came to the conclusion that she had ended her own life. That was what got to me, she didn’t seem like the person that would do that...but then again no one ever really knows.
For a while there was an oppressive air that fell upon the place, a lot of nurses blamed themselves for not keeping a better eye on her. There wasn’t much else we could do, unfortunately death is commonplace at a hospital so we’re forced to pick up the pieces and move on to the next person in need of help. A few days after everything happened, that’s when the stories started to circulate.
Eventually many of the staff refused to go towards the stairwell. It started off as a simple superstition, “someone just died there” kind of thing. Then it turned into people feeling things on their shoulders, cold chills running down their spine, and hearing noises akin to crying. Slowly but surely the stories came that the stairwell had become haunted, another ghost story to add to this place. I did my best to avoid the stairs, we had elevators so the likelihood of me using them was low. I knew that if I were to go to those stairs I would regret it.
As I continued my night shifts, something at the back of my brain was scratching at me. I kept thinking of Danielle, even though we only talked a few times she was a life that was here. I wanted to know if there was anything I could do for her if she was...trapped here. Curiosity was slowly taking the best of me, simple curiosity that of course kills the cat. We were having a pretty slow night and it was a couple of more hours until my shift would end. I did something incredibly stupid…
I made my way towards the wing where it happened, got onto the elevator and took it to the floor where she was. I stepped through the door onto the stairwell and I stood there at the top of the steps. It was so quiet that I could hear my breath echo down the stairs. I just stood there staring down those hard steps as I imagined not Danielle but myself tumbling down them. I grabbed the railing and closed my eyes, wondering what the Hell I was even doing there.
I stood there for a few moments, reminiscing the brief conversations I’ve had with Danielle. She would talk about how excited she would be to have a little boy, so afraid of being alone if her boyfriend didn’t stay. I took a deep breath as I felt a tear roll down my cheek, Danielle was so young. Goosebumps started to form on my skin as a sudden burst of cold air circled around me. That’s when I realized that I was no longer alone.
My eyes were still closed but I could hear something at the bottom of the steps below me. It was heavy and labored breathing, each inhale had a faint bubbling to it and each exhale I could hear a low crack like something breaking. My body began to tremble, I gripped onto the railing to steady myself. I could hear it move now, it was making its way up. I could hear wet slaps hitting the steps followed by a disgusting crunch. I didn’t want to open my eyes, I stood there saying to myself “Don’t look, Don’t look, Don’t look…” It was getting closer and closer..
I took one deep, shaky breath and opened my eyes to see...nothing. Relief washed over me, I slowly sat down at the top of the steps and let out a sigh. I leaned onto the rails, the metal was cold on top of my head. A chuckle escaped my lips as I thought of how I overreacted, how everyone was afraid of some ghost on the stairs. My chuckle soon turned into tears. I didn’t know what I was expecting. A few more minutes had passed, I wiped my face and prepared myself to finish the rest of my shift until something brushed against me.
I kicked my leg and jumped up, it felt like a cockroach had run across my ankle. I looked down to see something past the railing, a hint of brown quickly going beyond my view. I slowly peeked over the edge, my jaw dropped and I let out a scream that filled the space around me...or rather us. She was hanging on the side of the railing almost underneath the stairs I was on. All I could see was a blood splattered hospital gown and that familiar long brunette hair, except it was matted and dirty.
“Danielle!” I was finally able to utter, my throat sore from screaming. I heard her neck creak and snap as she turned her head up towards me. Her once beautiful smile was completely destroyed, her lower jaw was barely hanging onto her face, what was left of her teeth were yellowed and bloodied. She was hanging there with bones jutting out of her fingers as she held onto the steps I was on. I backed up slowly as she climbed over the rail, her body slamming onto the bottom of the steps.
My right hand was on the handle that led to the hallway, I pulled but...the door wouldn’t fucking budge. I turned my full attention onto the door and began to frantically pull at it. I started banging my fists onto it, hoping someone would hear me. I looked through the small glass window to the door to see the hallway with nurses walking back and forth. “HELP ME!” I screamed out but no one paid any heed to my cries.
I looked down to look at Danielle, she was standing there at the bottom of the stairs, her neck was bent into an L shape and her legs were bent in such an inhuman way. Her hair was covering her face, she was looking down...down onto her stomach. The lights flickered around us, I continued to try and open the door but still it wasn’t moving an inch. That was when I heard something rip...fabric was being torn apart.
I looked back down to her to see her ripping her gown open to reveal her stomach. I cried as I saw that it was flat and sunken on one side. I stood there completely frozen, I was stuck and all I could do was witness this horrific scene. Danielle...what was left of Danielle started to dig her fingertips into her belly, the noise that came out was a nauseating squish and tearing.
My mouth hung open, I wanted to scream but nothing would come out of me. She started to open herself up...wider and wider...then was a faint thud. I looked beneath her to see that it was still attached to her by a dry ropelike umbilical cord...a small misshapen form of what looked like a baby. It just lay there, parts of its body flattened, a dry bloody mess that writhed on the floor. A noise erupted from the baby, a high pitched chittering like thousands of maggots clamoring atop one another.
“Please...please stop...let me go.” I shouted at Danielle, but she started to crawl up the stairs. Like a wounded animal she was crawling up the stairs towards me, the baby dragging behind her. I was desperate and pushed my body against the door but again nothing. I refused to let her get to me...so I bolted up the stairs. I ran and ran up, the stairwell spiraling upwards. I looked down and I thought she was chasing me but as I looked around I saw that I wasn’t going anywhere at all.
It was futile, no matter how many steps I ran up the distance between us didn’t grow. She was now at my feet, her decaying hands reaching out towards me. I couldn’t do anything else but let her...take me. I felt her cold hands touch me through the pant legs of my scrubs, my skin was burning from the cold. I closed my eyes ready for her to pull me down the stairs..that’s when I saw something.
Through the darkness of my closed eyes I saw visions of something...a couple of weeks ago. Danielle was atop these very steps alive and well, I was looking at her as if I was watching a movie. She wasn’t alone, standing beside her was a person wearing a black hoodie and jeans. I couldn’t see the person’s face very well. I couldn’t hear anything but from the looks of it things weren’t going well.
Danielle was yelling at the person, her eyes were red and puffy from sobbing. She kept on gesturing towards her full and pregnant belly and she put her hand on the person’s shoulder. They brushed her aside and she stood there with the look of pure pain plastered onto her face. She clasped her hands together in a pleading way then...the person...they pushed her down the stairs. I stood in awe as I saw her body roll down the stairs and slam onto the floor below.
My head started to ache and a ringing filled my ears that was so loud I thought my brain was going to erupt. I looked down onto my ankle and Danielle...she was gone. I was alone again standing atop those damn stairs. I pulled the handle to the door and sure enough, it opened like normal. I ran towards the bathrooms and immediately vomited into a nearby sink. I couldn’t stop myself from shaking...I couldn’t stop the crying.
I had to pick myself up and carry the scraps around. I needed to stay composed unless everyone who doesn’t think I’m crazy changed their minds. I had to continue the shift and when I finally got home and crashed onto my carpeted floor I just laid there. A few days later there was word that there was foul play involved with Danielle’s death. Her boyfriend snuck into the hospital, they talked...argued...and he simply pushed her down. His statement was he couldn’t live with himself, he kept on hearing the baby cry in his sleep. After hearing that I couldn’t help but laugh...I still hear the baby too.
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2021.12.06 21:38 Blindedbymygreatness The fam and I wish you all a happy and safe holiday season!
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2021.12.06 21:38 Hank48209 Rookie debut lot $10 BMWT slide >>>
2021.12.06 21:38 FizzyFizz99 [Eric Nehm on Twitter] And Giannis Antetokounmpo is back in the Bucks’ starting lineup. (Grayson Allen too.)
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2021.12.06 21:38 sirpumpington Suns out guns out yeeyee baby
2021.12.06 21:38 FlyerFocus What To Do With 125,000 Amex Membership Rewards Points
I've churned all kinds of airlines and hotel cards over the years but I've never done Amex Membership Rewards. Just never became familiar with their program. Well, I got an invitation in the mail to get a Plat card ($700 fee) that'll kick me 125,000 points. I figured I'd ask here before I chuck it. I have no need to travel points of any kind since I've churned the hell out of those cards. The only option I'd be interested in is converting these to cash. Can it be done and if so, what's the best way? Thanks.
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2021.12.06 21:38 emiways Hierophant in a love reading?
Today I was looking into whether my friend has feelings for me and I got the hierophant, the fool, 7 of swords, and the lovers. How do you normally read the hierophant in a love reading? I don’t know what to make of it.
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2021.12.06 21:38 NoLie9578 Bulbasaur rug in the making. Feel free to watch my progression on IG @ Dripmatz
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2021.12.06 21:38 ReviewEquivalent1266 I couldn't help myself...
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