tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558065865093418290.post8858335704377105512..comments2023-12-22T04:08:47.995-06:00Comments on Hey look, a chicken!: Freaks Like Me (Part One)katdishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09210738418270395622noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558065865093418290.post-8152874804278481732009-05-10T06:35:00.000-05:002009-05-10T06:35:00.000-05:00Larry,
Wow. This is a really old post! I had to...Larry,<br /><br />Wow. This is a really old post! I had to reread it again. It always makes me a bit uncomfortable; reading my soul laid out like that in print. It also reminded me that there's not a "Part II". Hmmm...<br /><br />Thanks for sharing part of your story. I love the antibody analogy - so true. I went to your profile the last time you left a comment, and it seems you have quite a few blogs. Is there one in particular that you write most frequently?katdishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09210738418270395622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558065865093418290.post-46321480142445846422009-05-10T06:10:00.000-05:002009-05-10T06:10:00.000-05:00Katdish,
My father was (is) white and my mother w...Katdish,<br /><br />My father was (is) white and my mother was (is)...well...white, too. But I was also a freak. I discovered early on if others wanted to dislike and torment someone they'd find a reason. Being racially different makes it more convenient. I won't bother with any life history, did enough of that on my own Blog.<br /><br />My wife is part white and part Native American. Her family didn't care for that fact and tried to hide the Native American connection. My kids think that was stupid; they think being part Native American is cool.<br /><br />My friends as a child were all outcasts in our small town, too. I was the hick from a swamp, my friends were the Jew, the Gay and the Black.(Other kids used somewhat different terms for us.)<br /><br />As tough as it can be, its like getting sick young, it builds antibodies and strengthens character if it doesn't kill you first. It also gives you a broader perspictive and acceptance of individuals, makes you able to see the person not the crowd, not like those who can't see the trees for the forest.<br /><br />And when you come to Christ, you know none of those others things really matter in the sight of God.<br /><br />Larry E.nitewrithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03968271056094267260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558065865093418290.post-79845755065540284192008-06-02T22:15:00.000-05:002008-06-02T22:15:00.000-05:00More than anything, I admire honesty. You have an ...More than anything, I admire honesty. You have an amazing testimony and I'm glad to hear it. I feel like a lot of people take for granted where they came from once they get somewhere remotely close to where they want to be, it's like the past isn't important anymore. Of course everything is under the Blood of Christ, but the experiences you had shaped you into a funny person who can honestly minister to similar people. And as far as being weird or an outcast goes, that's the best! being strange draws attention to you, and you can totally take advantage of that for the furthering of the Kingdom, or your own cause, whatever that might be. Wonderful job!!!!!!!!JMLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15153935146315343348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558065865093418290.post-63451365101941670692008-06-02T18:50:00.000-05:002008-06-02T18:50:00.000-05:00Great post today, Kathy! You really let it all ha...Great post today, Kathy! You really let it all hang out and I think that's healthy. My childhood and teenage years were just about the opposite of yours, in that I only got adult acne and fat once I was already grown!<BR/><BR/>Justine :o )Justinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07011990752073017542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558065865093418290.post-89659829186066386142008-06-02T17:18:00.000-05:002008-06-02T17:18:00.000-05:00Jamie,Sorry to leave you hanging. I have to admit...Jamie,<BR/><BR/>Sorry to leave you hanging. I have to admit, writing that post took a lot out of me, so it may be a few postings before I write Part 2. I'm not a big believer in drudging up the past for the sake of airing dirty laundry, I actually have a point in the end. But I think it would be dishonest of me to attempt to speak truth into the lives of others without first letting them in on my journey, however icky it might be.<BR/><BR/>And for whatever it's worth, I like you very much, my friend!katdishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09210738418270395622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558065865093418290.post-52235268435725003802008-06-02T15:13:00.000-05:002008-06-02T15:13:00.000-05:00I can't believe you write such a lovely heartfelt ...I can't believe you write such a lovely heartfelt post and END IT RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE!!! Way to leave me hanging! I appreciate your candor, not hiding the icky stuff from your past. I don't hide mine, but I like people to know me NOW pretty well before I lay it all out. Guess I'm afraid they won't like me - I hate that I still care what people think! Hey, look, a chicken! Oh no wait, that's just me!Jamie {See Jamie blog}https://www.blogger.com/profile/18212749055211487304noreply@blogger.com