Hi my name is Reg Harold Arnett and I am trying to find my father. His name is Reginald Harold Arnett. All i know is that he definatley lives in Melbourne Victoria. My Mother died when i was 7 and all i know is my father left when i was 2. On my birth cirtificate it says he was 37 when i was born and im now 34. Which means he roughly should be around 70. I dont know the year he was born but i did my maths and his birth year should be 1937 or depending if he was turning 38 that year maybe 1938 but...

Hi my name is Reg Harold Arnett and I am trying to find my father. His name is Reginald Harold Arnett. All i know is that he definatley lives in Melbourne Victoria. My Mother died when i was 7 and all i know is my father left when i was 2. On my birth cirtificate it says he was 37 when i was born and im now 34. Which means he roughly should be around 70. I dont know the year he was born but i did my maths and his birth year should be 1937 or depending if he was turning 38 that year maybe 1938 but...

G-day: Since I was told in October of 2004 that I have Lymphoma, my life has been dictated by this cancer. The cancer in and of itself is suppose to be a slow indolent type. It is also suppose to be in Remission. The issue is this. I never ever know when is it going to come back. Doctor (A) said it will comeback and it is a matter of when. Doctor (B) saids it will be gone for a long time. However Doctor (B) has me hooked to a ball a Chain every 3 months to Check on this. In the past year I married...

[B][FONT=Times New Roman]By Dr. Jeanette Raymond[/FONT][/B]

[FONT=Times New Roman]We have looked at the first four elements of the fatigue that comes from being drawn to unavailable lovers.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman]The F factor - fear of being unlovable[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman]The A factor- anticipation of the past repeating itself[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman]The T factor- the torture of trusting[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman]The I factor - insatiable...

she had long ago discovered the darkness and all its beauty.. it was hard and cold not ment to for the weak ... but she had come to embrace it let consume her ... she was slowly becoming dark soon she would have no soul ... deep inside , her once warm heart was turning stone cold ... she was sliping into nothing fading into the darkness ... it had at long last eatten up all that she was .. her eyes pitch black soulless full of sorrow and pain .. black tears fell from once brown eyes .. she was at...