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The fact that they popped up in the order they all formed HURT ME. 🥺😭

Not to get emo on main but you ever think about how the troop sang about their dreams of finding “a girl worth fighting for”, and they think their girl worth fighting for is one of romance, but the song abruptly comes to a halt when they find a different girl worth fighting for.

A tiny girl that had been killed at the hands of the Huns. A child too weak, too small to have any chance of withstanding the murderous invaders. That is their girl worth fighting for.

“I woke up with a gasp in the back of an ambulance.  They’d shot adrenaline directly into my heart.  Apparently I’d been dead for 2.5 minutes.  The EMT’s were freaking out.  My chest hurt from the electric paddles.  And I was already in acute withdrawal.  At the time, it had been nearly twenty years of addiction.  I weighed 128 pounds, and I’m a six foot tall man. There comes a point when you’re given the gift of desperation.  And that was it for me.  Today is my 160th day clean.  I’ve never gone this far before.  One of the first things I did after getting sober was write my son a letter.  He was raised by my parents.  I told him: ‘You did nothing wrong.  I was an addict.  I loved heroin more than you, more than your mother, more than my own mother.’  And he’s forgiven me.  He’s a good hearted kid.  I think more than anything he just wants his dad back.  He came to visit me in November.  It was the first time I’ve seen him in seven years.  He’s become my biggest advocate.  He knows my day count.  He texts me every day for a feelings check.  He’s become my biggest motivation.  I just don’t want my legacy to be ‘dope fiend.’  That can’t be what’s on my headstone.  That can’t be how he remembers me.  I don’t want my kids telling their kids: ‘Your grandfather was a heroin addict.’  I want them to brag about my sobriety.  I want them to say: ‘That’s something he was, but he beat it.’”