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Post by strawberrysweetie on Mar 10, 2005 17:52:09 GMT -5
Shane, thank you so much for having made such a great site. No one could have done a better job. Best wishes to you and God bless!
Also...
Welcome Mary!
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Post by Moderator on Mar 13, 2005 23:37:35 GMT -5
Hello Shy United...
Thank You, Shane for introducing me to all of your friends. I do appreciate it. I would have responded before now... but didn't realize this thread was here.
I must say, I really appreciate all the kind words of encouragement and response.
For what it is worth... I would like all of you to know that I have conveyed to Shane that I want him to continue on, as he sees fit.
It has become very apparent to me, that the site... has not just been a website to Shane. It is / has been a very important part of his life and I could not and would not take that from anyone. Plus, I know you would all miss him. I do own the site, but Shane and I will continue to communicate to try to improve the site for all of us. His and your opinions are very important to me!!
My intent is to try to continue on as Shane had begun. But, I would like to be able to make an impact on the site and help anyone I am able to, along the way. You see... as this is not just a site to Shane. It is more than that to me, too.
I was/am interested in the site, because I could perhaps... in at least a small way... make someone's life a bit brighter. Help to find alternatives to help us all. Plus, I knew that not only myself... but my husband and son are shy folks.
Let's see... where should I start.
I am 47 years of age. I live in the United States, in the state of Indiana. I am married to a man whom is 6 years younger than I. We have been together since 1989, married in 1992. I was blessed with a son, Mark Steven in 1998. He is 6 years old.
About 5 years back, I had lasik surgery to correct my vision. I had to walk half way up to say I could see the big E. Then May 30th, 2002 I had a jolt hit me. I was diagnosed with a disease referred to as POHS (Presumed Ocular Histoplasmosis syndrome)---> Say that 5 times real quick. lol To make a long story a bit shorter... It is quite similar to to Age Related Macular degeneration (a dark smudge in central vision). I had 2 surgeries on my left eye. I am legally blind in that eye, plus... they removed the lens from that eye. I personally feel that anxiety helped to bring it on. As, even though I had the "histo spots".. stress will only add to the situation.
I was born and raised by parents that would have been considered pretty strict by standards of the time. My parents... my dad, especially, had numerous health restrictions from operations he had through my early childhood. I had to be quiet often times in the waiting rooms, as back then they didn't permit kids under 14 up in the rooms.
My dad was a very good dad and husband. Although, he had always put high expectations on my elder sister and I. Years later, it had become apparent that his intent was to convey to always try my best. He would brag on us girls, but never to us. We would hear it from others, often times. My mother was always there for me... right to the end. She had a tough job and needed to be somewhat of a mediator between my dad and I. Especially as a teen. Cause, Dad was very protective, too.
I was always raised to be good to others, because that was the way to be. In growing up I had the hard lesson to realize that just because I am good to others... others don't always see things that way.
As a young girl in my teens and early 20's I strived to be what I considered a "late flower child". Reason being.. I was not old enough to be part of the original "peace, love, hippys, freaks, etc". I fit in there, because I always have and do believe in Peace / Love and really appreciated (love) beautiful flowers. I have always had a green thumb to grow plants, too. I really like all music, but am most fond of the rock in the 70's-90's. I would like to post a song on the site that I was able to download today, but need to figure out the best place/way to do it. The song is "True Colors", by Cyndi Lauper, from the 80's. I really do like many songs by several artists. The only thing I can't really get into is Opera.
In the early 80's, around my 24th birthday my Mom passed away. Then about 10 months later, my Daddy passed on, too. I was chosen, to be the one there for both of them. Meaning... I couldn't get my Mom to answer the phone or the door when I came to check on her. I had to break in to the house and found her. I buried my mom 2 days before my 24th birthday. Then 10 or so months later I was living back at home. Came home went looking through the house to find my dad. And did... in the garage.
Needless to say.. I was a total wreck for quite some time. Guess, you could say I was on the very edge. Between then and my Dad passing on.. my first husband left me to go back to his first wife (even though she wasn't a good wife the first go around).
I lived 8 years alone prior to my now present husband and I getting together.
I have always been: timid, soft-spoken, kind-hearted, brow-beaten, the underdog, introverted, and/or numerous terms that I feel they label shy folks with. I have always joked saying that they didn't know I could talk until I was in probably in 8th grade.
As a child I was "chunky", wore glasses from the time I was in 1st grade, painfully shy and quite. But, then accused of being a snob, when what the truth really was... I was scared to death to be any more outgoing.
Long about when I was 15 I slimmed down. I had gotten contacts when I was 13, even though my dad protested that it would hurt my eyes.
I have never felt comfortable in big crowds. I had always preferred to be more like in the audience, not on center stage. That made me feel very uncomfortable. I have the tendency to get closer to people when I like them.. than the average person. I didn't have bunches of friends. But.. as we would say "we were tight".
After loosing my parents, I found myself "adopting" people. In other words... I don't feel like one has to have the same parents to be family.
Through the years of life I have become more outgoing than I started. I am still a worry wart.... as they tell me. I used to tell my Mom... "Someone has to care". As, I didn't see it as worry in the same way as others opinions of what I feel.
Please forgive me, as I didn't intend on writing a book. It was apparent (and rightfully so) that you wanted me to tell you who it was that has entered your lives through this website.
I look forward to being a part of SHY. I am really so glad that I found the site and believe it is a positive step in my destiny, and hopefully yours. I would like you all to know that if you have any questions, suggestions, or ideas that you would like to discuss... I am all ears.
Once again... thanks to each and every one of you!!
PS... I need to figure out which picture I want to use, but I will upload one of myself so you will know more of who you are talking too.
As Always, Mary
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