Post by Lizzie Damon on Dec 19, 2014 1:06:11 GMT
I read somewhere that life shouldn’t be easy. Yeah, no shit.
My father is a former drug addict, I lost my mom during childbirth. It just seems like nothing was meant to go right in life, ya know? But at the same time, I feel like that has helped create the woman that I am today. Without all these obstacles, I may not be anywhere as strong as I am.
Without struggles, there would be no “Flamin” Lizzie Damon.
My father has been sober for nearly fifteen years now. He’s had his problems, and we may fight like a tornado colliding with a volcano, but he’s all I have. He’s all I need. There were times he would fail in life, but no matter what happened, no matter what got in his way, he was able to get past it. If my father, Dave Damon, can survive life, anybody can make it.
When life gives you lemons, they’re probably expired. Nearly everything is too good to be true. It’s just the way life is. Yet, don’t you want to look on the bright side? You know you’re going to be shitted on, things aren’t going to go your way. But if you are able to push through it, stay on track with your goals, then maybe, just maybe, life does become easier.
Until that happens, I will just keep on moving through life, a smile on my face. But I know how it works. I won’t try to pretend to be some naïve little girl that believes everybody in life has a good heart. It just doesn’t happen.
I found that out the day I was born.
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A woman screaming in pain can be heard echoing through the hallway of the hospital. Inside of the room, Dave and Marly Damon, waiting for the birth of their baby girl. Sweat profusely runs down the face of Marly, labor taking a toll on her body. Dave is right by her side, grasping his right hand with both of his. Panting, pushing, Marly is trying her hardest to get her baby out of the womb.
Dave Damon
Come on, baby! I’m right here with you!
Doctor
Mrs. Damon, you’re doing great. Deep breaths…on the count of three…
The doctor begins his countdown, as Marly tries her best to relax. One. Two.
Doctor
Three…PUSH!
Marly screams. It’s painful, agonizing. But finally, it was over.
Dave Damon
Oh my god…
A baby girl, crying. The doctor held her, cleaning her off. Dave, handed a pair of scissors, cuts the umbilical cord that connected his daughter from his wife. Dave smiled, jubilant at the sight of his firstborn. She was beautiful, and she was his. Wrapped into a blanket, the doctor hands her to Dave, tearing up from the sight of her.
Dave Damon
Marly, she is beautiful. Look at her…
Marly Damon
Oh, she looks so…so…
Dave Damon
Marly?
The heart monitor that Marly was hooked up to begins to go haywire, the doctors immediately looking to assist Marly with whatever her issue was. Dave stood there, petrified. His daughter crying, his wife passed out in pain. Something was wrong with his wife, but was like a statue. This couldn’t happen, not to his wife, not now.
Doctor
Nurse, get some sedates now! We’re losing her!
Losing her? His wife? No…no that can’t happen! Not like this! He just gained a new member of his family. He can’t lose her now. The doctors, operating on his wife, trying their best to keep Marly alive. Dave stood there, shaking his head. Don’t let this happen.
Dave Damon
SAVE HER, DAMN IT! DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN TO HER!
The doctors were trying, doing whatever they could to save Marly Damon. Soon, the sounds were zoned out by Dave, the only one he could hear was his newborn daughter Elizabeth’s deafening cry. He could not believe what had just happened. The love of his life, lied there, motionless. This was his life now, and all he could see was one thing on the heart monitor.
Flatline.
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And just like that, I was without a mother. My dad had to do everything for me, even if he was going through the worst time of his life. He taught me to ride my bike, even though he was higher than a kite. He sat there and watched all of those little kid shows with me, even if he was barely able to figure out what was going on from the opiates. By no means is my father a role model to people.
But he is my hero.
He could have given up in life and left me to fend for God knows what. But he kept fighting, and finally, he was able to beat his own problems and helped me through the majority of my life. We fought, we butted heads, but we are family. At the end of the day, he would take a bullet for me and I would do the same thing for him.
Now, it’s my turn to follow “Dagger” Dave Damon’s footsteps.
I have signed on to become one of the newest Diamonds in Imperial Wrestling Federation. With my father by my side, I am more confident that I could ever be. He has been able to provide for me all of his life. Now, I begin my journey to provide for him. No longer will he have to struggle to put food on the table, put his life on the line to make sure that I had all the necessities in life.
It’s time for Lizzie Damon to show that the fire in her isn’t just from the hair.
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Dave Damon rests at the table inside of his small apartment. A fifth of Kessler whisky nearly finished, a bottle of Percocet spilled over on the table. He was numb, he was emotionless. He was at peace. To the side of him rests a nine millimeter pistol, loaded. Dave was just so tired of it all, so done with having to struggle.
He was ready to die.
He had written a suicide note, asking for his daughter to be taken to a home where she would be taken care of like a princess, one where she did not have to struggle and deal with a drunken mess of a father. He wanted his daughter to live a great life, even if it meant he was not the one that could give it to her.
Elizabeth begins to cry, something upsetting her.
Dave took a deep breath, sighing. He gets up from his seat, headed towards the room he shares with his daughter for a bedroom. Elizabeth, now age two, is rolling around in her makeshift bed. Dave walks over to her, crouching down to see what was wrong with her.
Dave Damon
What’s wrong, baby girl?
Elizabeth Damon
I’m scared, daddy.
Dave Damon
Scared of what?
He wipes the tears from her eyes. Dave was a mess, but yet, he was always there for whatever his daughter needed, sober or not. She begins to relax, feeling safety in her intoxicated father.
Elizabeth Damon
Being by myself…can…can I sleep with you?
Dave looked at his daughter’s face. She was precious, and looking into her eyes, he just felt like he couldn’t bring himself to end it all tonight. He gave a slight smile, helping Lizzie out from her bed, as she held on to him tightly. Dave rubbed her back. He could barely feel himself standing, let alone his emotions. But he knew he loved his daughter. Why couldn’t he give her a life that she deserved? Why did they have to struggle?
Why did he have to lose his wife?
Dave Damon
Let’s go to bed, sweetie.
Dave walks over to his bed, placing his daughter into it. He goes to turn off the light, but he just stands by the switch, forgetting that they were without light. It was some of the things that they had to go without for a while. He shut his door, and into his bed he slipped. His daughter instantly wrapped around him, finding comfort in his arms.
Elizabeth Damon
Can you sing me my lullaby?
Dave looked up at the ceiling, taking the time to look back on his recent struggles, the battle he was fighting against himself.
Dave Damon
You are my sunshine…my only sunshine…
When would it ever end? Would it ever end?
Dave Damon
You make me happy…when skies are grey…
He wanted it all to just be over. He was tired of all the suffering.
Dave Damon
You’ll never know, dear…how much I love you…
But as he sat there in the dark, his daughter falling asleep in his arms, he knew he had to continue to fight. She was the only thing keeping him going, and he was all that she had. He had to stay strong, live through the pain – not for himself, but for his daughter.
Dave Damon
Please don’t take…my sunshine away…
My father is a former drug addict, I lost my mom during childbirth. It just seems like nothing was meant to go right in life, ya know? But at the same time, I feel like that has helped create the woman that I am today. Without all these obstacles, I may not be anywhere as strong as I am.
Without struggles, there would be no “Flamin” Lizzie Damon.
My father has been sober for nearly fifteen years now. He’s had his problems, and we may fight like a tornado colliding with a volcano, but he’s all I have. He’s all I need. There were times he would fail in life, but no matter what happened, no matter what got in his way, he was able to get past it. If my father, Dave Damon, can survive life, anybody can make it.
When life gives you lemons, they’re probably expired. Nearly everything is too good to be true. It’s just the way life is. Yet, don’t you want to look on the bright side? You know you’re going to be shitted on, things aren’t going to go your way. But if you are able to push through it, stay on track with your goals, then maybe, just maybe, life does become easier.
Until that happens, I will just keep on moving through life, a smile on my face. But I know how it works. I won’t try to pretend to be some naïve little girl that believes everybody in life has a good heart. It just doesn’t happen.
I found that out the day I was born.
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A woman screaming in pain can be heard echoing through the hallway of the hospital. Inside of the room, Dave and Marly Damon, waiting for the birth of their baby girl. Sweat profusely runs down the face of Marly, labor taking a toll on her body. Dave is right by her side, grasping his right hand with both of his. Panting, pushing, Marly is trying her hardest to get her baby out of the womb.
Dave Damon
Come on, baby! I’m right here with you!
Doctor
Mrs. Damon, you’re doing great. Deep breaths…on the count of three…
The doctor begins his countdown, as Marly tries her best to relax. One. Two.
Doctor
Three…PUSH!
Marly screams. It’s painful, agonizing. But finally, it was over.
Dave Damon
Oh my god…
A baby girl, crying. The doctor held her, cleaning her off. Dave, handed a pair of scissors, cuts the umbilical cord that connected his daughter from his wife. Dave smiled, jubilant at the sight of his firstborn. She was beautiful, and she was his. Wrapped into a blanket, the doctor hands her to Dave, tearing up from the sight of her.
Dave Damon
Marly, she is beautiful. Look at her…
Marly Damon
Oh, she looks so…so…
Dave Damon
Marly?
The heart monitor that Marly was hooked up to begins to go haywire, the doctors immediately looking to assist Marly with whatever her issue was. Dave stood there, petrified. His daughter crying, his wife passed out in pain. Something was wrong with his wife, but was like a statue. This couldn’t happen, not to his wife, not now.
Doctor
Nurse, get some sedates now! We’re losing her!
Losing her? His wife? No…no that can’t happen! Not like this! He just gained a new member of his family. He can’t lose her now. The doctors, operating on his wife, trying their best to keep Marly alive. Dave stood there, shaking his head. Don’t let this happen.
Dave Damon
SAVE HER, DAMN IT! DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN TO HER!
The doctors were trying, doing whatever they could to save Marly Damon. Soon, the sounds were zoned out by Dave, the only one he could hear was his newborn daughter Elizabeth’s deafening cry. He could not believe what had just happened. The love of his life, lied there, motionless. This was his life now, and all he could see was one thing on the heart monitor.
Flatline.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
And just like that, I was without a mother. My dad had to do everything for me, even if he was going through the worst time of his life. He taught me to ride my bike, even though he was higher than a kite. He sat there and watched all of those little kid shows with me, even if he was barely able to figure out what was going on from the opiates. By no means is my father a role model to people.
But he is my hero.
He could have given up in life and left me to fend for God knows what. But he kept fighting, and finally, he was able to beat his own problems and helped me through the majority of my life. We fought, we butted heads, but we are family. At the end of the day, he would take a bullet for me and I would do the same thing for him.
Now, it’s my turn to follow “Dagger” Dave Damon’s footsteps.
I have signed on to become one of the newest Diamonds in Imperial Wrestling Federation. With my father by my side, I am more confident that I could ever be. He has been able to provide for me all of his life. Now, I begin my journey to provide for him. No longer will he have to struggle to put food on the table, put his life on the line to make sure that I had all the necessities in life.
It’s time for Lizzie Damon to show that the fire in her isn’t just from the hair.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Dave Damon rests at the table inside of his small apartment. A fifth of Kessler whisky nearly finished, a bottle of Percocet spilled over on the table. He was numb, he was emotionless. He was at peace. To the side of him rests a nine millimeter pistol, loaded. Dave was just so tired of it all, so done with having to struggle.
He was ready to die.
He had written a suicide note, asking for his daughter to be taken to a home where she would be taken care of like a princess, one where she did not have to struggle and deal with a drunken mess of a father. He wanted his daughter to live a great life, even if it meant he was not the one that could give it to her.
Elizabeth begins to cry, something upsetting her.
Dave took a deep breath, sighing. He gets up from his seat, headed towards the room he shares with his daughter for a bedroom. Elizabeth, now age two, is rolling around in her makeshift bed. Dave walks over to her, crouching down to see what was wrong with her.
Dave Damon
What’s wrong, baby girl?
Elizabeth Damon
I’m scared, daddy.
Dave Damon
Scared of what?
He wipes the tears from her eyes. Dave was a mess, but yet, he was always there for whatever his daughter needed, sober or not. She begins to relax, feeling safety in her intoxicated father.
Elizabeth Damon
Being by myself…can…can I sleep with you?
Dave looked at his daughter’s face. She was precious, and looking into her eyes, he just felt like he couldn’t bring himself to end it all tonight. He gave a slight smile, helping Lizzie out from her bed, as she held on to him tightly. Dave rubbed her back. He could barely feel himself standing, let alone his emotions. But he knew he loved his daughter. Why couldn’t he give her a life that she deserved? Why did they have to struggle?
Why did he have to lose his wife?
Dave Damon
Let’s go to bed, sweetie.
Dave walks over to his bed, placing his daughter into it. He goes to turn off the light, but he just stands by the switch, forgetting that they were without light. It was some of the things that they had to go without for a while. He shut his door, and into his bed he slipped. His daughter instantly wrapped around him, finding comfort in his arms.
Elizabeth Damon
Can you sing me my lullaby?
Dave looked up at the ceiling, taking the time to look back on his recent struggles, the battle he was fighting against himself.
Dave Damon
You are my sunshine…my only sunshine…
When would it ever end? Would it ever end?
Dave Damon
You make me happy…when skies are grey…
He wanted it all to just be over. He was tired of all the suffering.
Dave Damon
You’ll never know, dear…how much I love you…
But as he sat there in the dark, his daughter falling asleep in his arms, he knew he had to continue to fight. She was the only thing keeping him going, and he was all that she had. He had to stay strong, live through the pain – not for himself, but for his daughter.
Dave Damon
Please don’t take…my sunshine away…