Post by Dave on Dec 4, 2009 19:55:31 GMT
Born to provide pleasure for others.
No this is not a post about the ladies of the night, but I would expect the odd one or two of them might feel that was the reason they were born. You will hear a vicar say he was only put on earth to spread the word of God. Some say they got a calling, what while you were stacking shelves in Tesco’s?
I’m sure I’m not alone here when I say that many years ago I asked myself the question why I thought I was born, did I have a purpose, was I brought into this world with one aim, maybe something that I was meant to do with my life.
I have never made a secret of the fact that during my life I have suffered at the hands of a few people who should have only loved me and not cause the great harm they did, you can’t change what others might do to you, but you must never let it change who you want to be.
I think what disappoints me so much, is not the fact that some bad deed was done, but the person who did it, will never admit they were wrong, instead look for excuses and reasons to defend their actions and only because then they do not have to look deep inside themselves.
If they did they would see the evil and they know they would not like it, but if you don’t look you can then just pretend its not there, but then all you do is lie to yourself and I firmly believe you need to at all times be honest with yourself and face and deal with the things you don’t like about yourself and do something about changing them
I remember when I was nine years old watching an old black and white telly with Granny Best, the original milky bar advert came on, the one where the milky bar kid walks down the street and hundreds of kids are following him. Granny Best would always say that she saw me as the milky bar kid.
Did she see me as a leader? Or just someone who was popular with everyone? Maybe she saw both things in me, I have never been afraid to lead and have always much preferred to be popular and well liked. It has to be better if others do like you, who really wants to have any enemy’s and all the problems and even danger that an enemy might cause you.
But I never ever thought I was put here to be leader, or just to be popular if I could be, I have felt for a long time the role that was given to me was to provide others with pleasure and happiness. That’s why I believe Mr DavyBeat was created and I will say that I always felt he was a person in his own right. Now I don’t want you to start thinking I have invisible friends, because I don’t, I just always felt Davybeat and I were separate people.
Three hours before a show I would get into the bath and when I finished washing and was about to get out, it was not me who got out but Mr Davybeat. Now your thinking that I have finally lost my marbles and it won’t be long before those men in white coats come from me.
But that was how it felt; get in the bath as one person and come out as another, but then maybe while I laid soaking in the bath, a mental process was talking place to turn me from Dave the ordinary man, into Davybeat the entertainer. What ever happened is not important, what is, was the fact that I only wanted my show to be the best one at the hotel I was playing at that week.
It was so important to me that the guests really had a great night and one that maybe they would look back on as being the best day of their holiday. It could be that mixed up somewhere in all of that, was a desire once again for me to be liked and be popular, what I do know is that I cared about what I was doing and seeing people dancing, singing along with me, or just laughing their heads of at my Jethro jokes, made me feel not only good inside, but that I was born to do it.
But when Carol got the cancer I had to change my life as she had always been with me at every single show and I never wanted to go out without her, it just would not have been the same.
Maybe in a strange way the TFF is the next best thing that allows me to provide pleasure for others, just like the Davybeat shows, I want all those who come to have a good time and feel they want to come back again for more. Davybeat was once such a big part of my life, now it is the TFF, its all I ever seem to talk about these days.
Did someone describe me as a mother hen fussing over her brood? Well I do consider everyone a friend and fellow member and if I do fuss about anything, its how the TFF is getting on and how well it is doing. But I do not see myself as some mother hen, just someone who believes in this forum and only ever wants the best for it.
If I can really make it good, make it really special, then it will be alive and full of life and then it really will give so many the pleasure I want then all to have on the TFF, that is my goal, that is what I now have been reborn to do, hop on and enjoy the ride.
Dave
What can I say about this week’s winner? He is someone I made friends with thanks to the TFF and I’m so glad I did, a family man who has every reason to feel so proud about his family. His son must surely one day become a professor, he has a delightful older daughter who is charming and so polite and then yes he has those twins. The two sweetest and fun to be with little girls (as long as you like dinosaurs) yes this weeks winner is a proud dad and he should stop to give himself a pat on the back, because its clear he is not only a good husband, but a really top dad.
He only writes one line posts normally, thats why you maybe voted for his post that had a few more than that and anyway it’s about time he won it as he has been with us from the very start.
This week’s winner is Stuartb well done Stuart.
A post made by Stuart this week
The magic of Christmas has ebbed and flowed over the years.
As a kid, i was so excited and had my parents up at 4am on Christmas Day, i just couldn't wait.
Then one fateful day it all became a big anti-climax. i was about 13 and fell out of love with Christmas. it became just another day with no meaning.
As i grew up it became a time to celebrate with mates but still had no magic but just an excuse to go on the lash. I was quite happy to work at Pontins or when I was in the RAF and enjoy everyone else having a good time.
Then, one day, the magic returned!! When James was about 3 it became very special and magical again. a certain innocence and an unquestionable belief in Father Christmas and baby Jesus. It became far better to be giving rather than receiving and seeing the happy smiling faces.
Emma soon followed and we had many brilliant Christmases. Slowly, as they grew things became more and more low key. it was happening all over again.
Even though, i was devastated when I found out the wife was pregnant and we were to have twins when i was 42!! it has turned out to be a fantastic and rewarding experience. This year they are old enough, 3.5, to really understand and enjoy Christmas.
We put up the tree today and they had a great time. Father Christmas is on my speed dial, just in case somebody is being naughty Christmas Day this year should be fantastic.
If only you could bottle that feeling!!
No this is not a post about the ladies of the night, but I would expect the odd one or two of them might feel that was the reason they were born. You will hear a vicar say he was only put on earth to spread the word of God. Some say they got a calling, what while you were stacking shelves in Tesco’s?
I’m sure I’m not alone here when I say that many years ago I asked myself the question why I thought I was born, did I have a purpose, was I brought into this world with one aim, maybe something that I was meant to do with my life.
I have never made a secret of the fact that during my life I have suffered at the hands of a few people who should have only loved me and not cause the great harm they did, you can’t change what others might do to you, but you must never let it change who you want to be.
I think what disappoints me so much, is not the fact that some bad deed was done, but the person who did it, will never admit they were wrong, instead look for excuses and reasons to defend their actions and only because then they do not have to look deep inside themselves.
If they did they would see the evil and they know they would not like it, but if you don’t look you can then just pretend its not there, but then all you do is lie to yourself and I firmly believe you need to at all times be honest with yourself and face and deal with the things you don’t like about yourself and do something about changing them
I remember when I was nine years old watching an old black and white telly with Granny Best, the original milky bar advert came on, the one where the milky bar kid walks down the street and hundreds of kids are following him. Granny Best would always say that she saw me as the milky bar kid.
Did she see me as a leader? Or just someone who was popular with everyone? Maybe she saw both things in me, I have never been afraid to lead and have always much preferred to be popular and well liked. It has to be better if others do like you, who really wants to have any enemy’s and all the problems and even danger that an enemy might cause you.
But I never ever thought I was put here to be leader, or just to be popular if I could be, I have felt for a long time the role that was given to me was to provide others with pleasure and happiness. That’s why I believe Mr DavyBeat was created and I will say that I always felt he was a person in his own right. Now I don’t want you to start thinking I have invisible friends, because I don’t, I just always felt Davybeat and I were separate people.
Three hours before a show I would get into the bath and when I finished washing and was about to get out, it was not me who got out but Mr Davybeat. Now your thinking that I have finally lost my marbles and it won’t be long before those men in white coats come from me.
But that was how it felt; get in the bath as one person and come out as another, but then maybe while I laid soaking in the bath, a mental process was talking place to turn me from Dave the ordinary man, into Davybeat the entertainer. What ever happened is not important, what is, was the fact that I only wanted my show to be the best one at the hotel I was playing at that week.
It was so important to me that the guests really had a great night and one that maybe they would look back on as being the best day of their holiday. It could be that mixed up somewhere in all of that, was a desire once again for me to be liked and be popular, what I do know is that I cared about what I was doing and seeing people dancing, singing along with me, or just laughing their heads of at my Jethro jokes, made me feel not only good inside, but that I was born to do it.
But when Carol got the cancer I had to change my life as she had always been with me at every single show and I never wanted to go out without her, it just would not have been the same.
Maybe in a strange way the TFF is the next best thing that allows me to provide pleasure for others, just like the Davybeat shows, I want all those who come to have a good time and feel they want to come back again for more. Davybeat was once such a big part of my life, now it is the TFF, its all I ever seem to talk about these days.
Did someone describe me as a mother hen fussing over her brood? Well I do consider everyone a friend and fellow member and if I do fuss about anything, its how the TFF is getting on and how well it is doing. But I do not see myself as some mother hen, just someone who believes in this forum and only ever wants the best for it.
If I can really make it good, make it really special, then it will be alive and full of life and then it really will give so many the pleasure I want then all to have on the TFF, that is my goal, that is what I now have been reborn to do, hop on and enjoy the ride.
Dave
What can I say about this week’s winner? He is someone I made friends with thanks to the TFF and I’m so glad I did, a family man who has every reason to feel so proud about his family. His son must surely one day become a professor, he has a delightful older daughter who is charming and so polite and then yes he has those twins. The two sweetest and fun to be with little girls (as long as you like dinosaurs) yes this weeks winner is a proud dad and he should stop to give himself a pat on the back, because its clear he is not only a good husband, but a really top dad.
He only writes one line posts normally, thats why you maybe voted for his post that had a few more than that and anyway it’s about time he won it as he has been with us from the very start.
This week’s winner is Stuartb well done Stuart.
A post made by Stuart this week
The magic of Christmas has ebbed and flowed over the years.
As a kid, i was so excited and had my parents up at 4am on Christmas Day, i just couldn't wait.
Then one fateful day it all became a big anti-climax. i was about 13 and fell out of love with Christmas. it became just another day with no meaning.
As i grew up it became a time to celebrate with mates but still had no magic but just an excuse to go on the lash. I was quite happy to work at Pontins or when I was in the RAF and enjoy everyone else having a good time.
Then, one day, the magic returned!! When James was about 3 it became very special and magical again. a certain innocence and an unquestionable belief in Father Christmas and baby Jesus. It became far better to be giving rather than receiving and seeing the happy smiling faces.
Emma soon followed and we had many brilliant Christmases. Slowly, as they grew things became more and more low key. it was happening all over again.
Even though, i was devastated when I found out the wife was pregnant and we were to have twins when i was 42!! it has turned out to be a fantastic and rewarding experience. This year they are old enough, 3.5, to really understand and enjoy Christmas.
We put up the tree today and they had a great time. Father Christmas is on my speed dial, just in case somebody is being naughty Christmas Day this year should be fantastic.
If only you could bottle that feeling!!
the question is can you get back to back wins