Cyrus
Winger
I will do. It's too important to not put everything into it.
Depression
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Left For Dead
Winger
The Fullwell Step
Striker
A great poem I had to share
The Race
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Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face,
my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well,
excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell.
They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race
or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son,
and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.
The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire,
to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire.
One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd,
was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.”
But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip,
the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace,
and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.
As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn’t win it now.
Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.
But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!”
He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all,
and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.
He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.
“I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”
But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face
with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!”
So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last.
“If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!”
Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten...
but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.
Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye.
“There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try?
I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.”
But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.
“Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all,
for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place!
You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!”
So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,
and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,
still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win.
Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.
They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place,
head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace.
But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place,
the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race.
And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
“To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”
And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face,
the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.
For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,
another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”
The Race
•
Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face,
my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well,
excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell.
They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race
or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son,
and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.
The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire,
to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire.
One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd,
was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.”
But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip,
the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace,
and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.
As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn’t win it now.
Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.
But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!”
He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all,
and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.
He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.
“I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”
But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face
with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!”
So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last.
“If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!”
Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten...
but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.
Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye.
“There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try?
I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.”
But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.
“Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all,
for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place!
You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!”
So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,
and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,
still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win.
Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.
They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place,
head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace.
But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place,
the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race.
And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
“To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”
And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face,
the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.
For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,
another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”
The soap powder
Winger
Keep saying the same thing but there is always light and there is always help ..... Just keep speaking up everyone and don't suffer in silence
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Have work the next three days, feel on top of the world.
The soap powder
Winger
The Fullwell Step
Striker
thank you all on this thread fpr your support, thoughts and concern. I have picked up and staying with parent for a few day so im getting support
this place is amazing at times.
this place is amazing at times.
The soap powder
Winger
well done mate and good to hear from you ...... Keep talking and stay positive
Johnap
Winger
I have suffered depression for a few years. and I laugh and joke with the best of them. I get the black dog but I haven't had him for a couple of months now. This board keeps my spirits up more than they used to be. I lost my wife 6 months ago and am now by myself but I have a lot of good people around me and this place. Just to say thanks.
FootballFan
Striker
same myself mate, I dont say much on this thread but just take the advice, hang in there.
The soap powder
Winger
FishburnMackem
Winger
Just came home from work today to find out a friend has taken his own life and been found a few hours ago. That's 2 in as many years ffs, proper knot in me stomach here.
Not entirely sure what to do having just moved to Seaham in November, can't decide to get a lift back to Fishburn tonight to go and see everyone as it's where I feel I need to be right now. Proper f***ing devastated like. Currently sat in spoons having a drink hoping it will help me sleep tonight either way.
Not entirely sure what to do having just moved to Seaham in November, can't decide to get a lift back to Fishburn tonight to go and see everyone as it's where I feel I need to be right now. Proper f***ing devastated like. Currently sat in spoons having a drink hoping it will help me sleep tonight either way.
The soap powder
Winger
Ahhhh man sorry for your loss pal ...... stay strong and do what you think is right
B
becs
Guest
Sorry to hear that mate. If you think you'd feel better going through tonight, then try and get a lift if you can. Thinking of you xx
FishburnMackem
Winger
It's an awful feeling.
I'd get a lift through however I've just had half a week off work with mental health issues myself. I honestly feel like I need to be through that way but know that I'd end up a write off for the rest of the week one way or another.
It's just shit like, I'm up here essentially alone with no one who knew the Lad so having to cope with the grief alone. Tough one really. Do I go back to Fishburn to see everyone and undoubtedly spend the next 3 days getting smashed with old friends or just deal with it alone and continue going to work.
B
becs
Guest
How you doing marra?
pompeymakem
Midfield
Having a down time right now. I know I dip into this thread. Everything on the surface to everyone looks ok, but head isn't great. Got a GP appointment coming up. Can't wait.
B
becs
Guest
Sorry to hear that. Hope the GP appointment goes well for you xx
FishburnMackem
Winger
Aye not too bad now. Over the worst of it I imagine but it's still a proper weird feeling knowing that they aren't here anymore. Suppose it's the kind of thing you never really get over.
Been to work anyway so that's been keeping my mind occupied mostly.
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