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For what it's worth, part of my story intersects with youth suicide. See, I gave it a go.

I grew up in country Victoria with my mum, a pretty strong Christian, while my dad lived in Melbourne and I saw him on the weekends. This meant I got bullied at school a fair bit, mainly because I had the Christian thing, AND I'd come home from the city with "city" ideas that irritated the country kids. As well as that, my mum battled cancer for about 10 years - every time she went into remission, our friends would thank God for His hand in helping her (and I have no problem with them doing that, btw). But eventually, when I was about 16, my mum had one last bout of cancer, and ultimately died - I was left asking why God had helped her all those other times, but not this time. I got pretty angry about the whole thing. Then I went to live with my dad in Melbourne, in Highett - Go Saints.

While I was deeply messed up from my mum's passing, and pretty ticked at God about it, I was also really excited to be living in Melbourne: nobody knew I was a Christian here (and as far as I was concerned, I wasn't at this point), and I could finally act like a city kid away from all those country hicks who'd made my life a living hell. So I went into high school there in a very, very, VERY self-destructive way. I subsequently left a school after 6 months... then the next one after 3 weeks. Then I had to do Year 11 and 12 via correspondence, because things had got so messed up at schools.

As well as that, I felt like a complete and utter useless piece of crap: I couldn't fit in, whether in the country, or the city. Mum was dead, my dad was actually going through a divorce from his second wife, so family kinda sucked. I couldn't see any future: with girls, with friends, with school, with future work, with anything. Plus, while I was still angry with God, at least having Christianity had given me a sense of purpose: the logic had been, God created you, so if He did that, He must have a reason, so He must think you're actually pretty cool, and He must have something you can contribute to the world. All that idea was now gone.

So, in a bout of pointlessness, hopelessness, I got a belt, wrapped it round my neck, tied it to a cabinet, and jumped - only for the belt to snap. If I hadn't, well, you'd all have missed out on nearly 14,000 posts.

When Dad came home from work, asked how my day had gone, I told him that I'd tried to kill myself, but couldn't even get that right. He responded with a very loud "WHATHE?!!?", and then my father (who was in no way religious at all) insisted that I go back to church. I told him I wasn't interested, but he said, "I remember what you were like when you had church in your life - and it was a helluvalot better than you are now". He dragged me to the nearest church youth group... then parked out the front in case I tried to sneak out once he'd left (which I did... but when I saw him, I went back in).

As it turned out, the church was pretty fantastic, and the other youth there showed remarkable kindness, patience, with this severely messed up, socially awkward kid. In the end, I reconciled with God, got my life back on track, found my sense of purpose again, and yeah. While that's certainly not the end of my faith story or life story, it is the end of my suicide story.

Thanks to all of you who read that far. I hope this is at all helpful.

I'm an atheist but have to say those kind of stories make you respect the role religion can play in peoples lives. Shit Perse that some harrowing story, glad you got through it any way you could- maximum respect. I'm as soft as butter and touch wood have had an easy life so far, I'm glad I haven't been tested in those ways. The world would have been a worse place with out you dude, you are one of the best posters on BF and seem like the kind of person the world needs more of.
 

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For what it's worth, part of my story intersects with youth suicide. See, I gave it a go.

I grew up in country Victoria with my mum, a pretty strong Christian, while my dad lived in Melbourne and I saw him on the weekends. This meant I got bullied at school a fair bit, mainly because I had the Christian thing, AND I'd come home from the city with "city" ideas that irritated the country kids. As well as that, my mum battled cancer for about 10 years - every time she went into remission, our friends would thank God for His hand in helping her (and I have no problem with them doing that, btw). But eventually, when I was about 16, my mum had one last bout of cancer, and ultimately died - I was left asking why God had helped her all those other times, but not this time. I got pretty angry about the whole thing. Then I went to live with my dad in Melbourne, in Highett - Go Saints.

While I was deeply messed up from my mum's passing, and pretty ticked at God about it, I was also really excited to be living in Melbourne: nobody knew I was a Christian here (and as far as I was concerned, I wasn't at this point), and I could finally act like a city kid away from all those country hicks who'd made my life a living hell. So I went into high school there in a very, very, VERY self-destructive way. I subsequently left a school after 6 months... then the next one after 3 weeks. Then I had to do Year 11 and 12 via correspondence, because things had got so messed up at schools.

As well as that, I felt like a complete and utter useless piece of crap: I couldn't fit in, whether in the country, or the city. Mum was dead, my dad was actually going through a divorce from his second wife, so family kinda sucked. I couldn't see any future: with girls, with friends, with school, with future work, with anything. Plus, while I was still angry with God, at least having Christianity had given me a sense of purpose: the logic had been, God created you, so if He did that, He must have a reason, so He must think you're actually pretty cool, and He must have something you can contribute to the world. All that idea was now gone.

So, in a bout of pointlessness, hopelessness, I got a belt, wrapped it round my neck, tied it to a cabinet, and jumped - only for the belt to snap. If I hadn't, well, you'd all have missed out on nearly 14,000 posts.

When Dad came home from work, asked how my day had gone, I told him that I'd tried to kill myself, but couldn't even get that right. He responded with a very loud "WHATHE?!!?", and then my father (who was in no way religious at all) insisted that I go back to church. I told him I wasn't interested, but he said, "I remember what you were like when you had church in your life - and it was a helluvalot better than you are now". He dragged me to the nearest church youth group... then parked out the front in case I tried to sneak out once he'd left (which I did... but when I saw him, I went back in).

As it turned out, the church was pretty fantastic, and the other youth there showed remarkable kindness, patience, with this severely messed up, socially awkward kid. In the end, I reconciled with God, got my life back on track, found my sense of purpose again, and yeah. While that's certainly not the end of my faith story or life story, it is the end of my suicide story.

Thanks to all of you who read that far. I hope this is at all helpful.
That's a tough read mate. I'm glad it snapped!!!! I love reading your posts and from what I read you sound like a great bloke, husband and father.

The world is a better place with you in it! We need more of you!
 
I reckon punching a Kangaroo is about as tough/cool as punching Bambi.

Depends if it's got your dog in a headlock.....and they aren't Bambi, they'd kill you if they got a chance with those back legs.

I'm from the country, so I know a bit about kangaroos. They are out of control and real pests.
 
Depends if it's got your dog in a headlock.....and they aren't Bambi, they'd kill you if they got a chance with those back legs.

I'm from the country, so I know a bit about kangaroos. They are out of control and real pests.

Yeah sure Kangaroo ran up to the dog and grabbed it in a headlock. :rolleyes:

I'm also from the country and there are plenty of rednecks there.

By the way the dog was gone when Mr tough guy punched it.
(Bambi could be dangerous too after he grew horns ).
Tell me how dangerous Emu's are now.
 
Go on the HUN website and have a look at the FULL video. The roo had the dog well and truly in a lock and the dog was trying to get away. The roo let go when the guy came running at him.

The guy is in trouble with his employers.....he works at Tooronga Zoo.
 
Go on the HUN website and have a look at the FULL video. The roo had the dog well and truly in a lock and the dog was trying to get away. The roo let go when the guy came running at him.

The guy is in trouble with his employers.....he works at Tooronga Zoo.

Yeah the guy went running at it , and it let go the dog. End of story except Mr Legend had to punch it.

Lots of "People" die because idiots throw a punch at them.
Not many people die because Kangaroo's attack them. Though some are aggressive and some have caused some bad injuries.

If he was in America and the dog ran up to a bear, its goodbye dog. Why does our wildlife deserve any less respect.
 
If the owner had not run up to the roo, the next step was, as he had hold of the dogs head, was to bring up those big back legs and rip out his intestines. Thats how roos kill. They disembowel their kills in one foul swipe, while holding their heads.
 

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Is it true Andy maher got the boot from sen ?
Yes not sure whether he has left of his own accord on given the chop. I think Francis leach is moving to afternoons. Good saints man at least.

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Yes not sure whether he has left of his own accord on given the chop. I think Francis leach is moving to afternoons. Good saints man at least.

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Francis is great! Really funny, very fair and well-rounded commentator and a Saints man to boot! Hope he goes far.

He'll be glad to get the sleep-ins now I'm sure :)
 
Francis is great! Really funny, very fair and well-rounded commentator and a Saints man to boot! Hope he goes far.

He'll be glad to get the sleep-ins now I'm sure :)

I like him, but the general vibe I have got is his breakfast show hasn't been a raging success. He can be a bit sanctimonious at times, but overall he is really good.
 
If the owner had not run up to the roo, the next step was, as he had hold of the dogs head, was to bring up those big back legs and rip out his intestines. Thats how roos kill. They disembowel their kills in one foul swipe, while holding their heads.

So keep your dogs away from wildlife.
Next thing you will be sooking because a crocodile attacked the dog who ran up to it.
Mr Punchy is lucky the kangaroo decided to take the high moral ground and hop away.
 
You are right, the guy is lucky. Did you read the story behind the making of the video?

Anyway, I'll leave it at that as I didn't come on your board to have a heated discussion. Sorry.

cheers.
 

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Depends if it's got your dog in a headlock.....and they aren't Bambi, they'd kill you if they got a chance with those back legs.

I'm from the country, so I know a bit about kangaroos. They are out of control and real pests.
C'mon, Norf supporters aren't that bad.
 
If the owner had not run up to the roo, the next step was, as he had hold of the dogs head, was to bring up those big back legs and rip out his intestines. Thats how roos kill. They disembowel their kills in one foul swipe, while holding their heads.
Wow. Clearly we should draft him. #canhefight?
 
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