I am a high 90s player, low 100s. I haven’t hit over 104 since I can’t remember and I haven’t hit under 94 ever.
I have given up on my driver and the last few games I played, I tee’d off with my 4i.
My iron game has improved a lot the last two months. But I am getting fed with hit a 4i and having to following it up with a 4i-6i to make it to the green.
I went to the practice range and I was there with one other person. I took out big stick and he said “Hey show me what you got”. I was petrified. Did it a couple of times and told him I need work and YouTube isn’t doing it.
Turns out he is the 9x course champion and current record holder for the course. He worked with me for 45 minutes and got me hitting an inside path. I’ve been trying forever to do it, but it felt wrong. He explained my body mechanics and what I was doing wrong, how to correct and tips.
Biggest take always:
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I THINK I’m always lined up straight. I was like half the time. The other half I was pointed right.
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I rely on my arms more than I thought.
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My back (right) shoulder is always closed so my body isn’t lined up together, ever.
I started hitting straight and draws instead of dead hooks or huge slices.
I’m going to offer him some monies to work with me again.
Just restarted my character after not playing for a year and a level 98 player approached me right after exiting the vault and gave me some stimpaks and radaways for the journey ahead unprompted. Very wholesome! If you see this NearCross76 it’s players like you that are the reason I love this community! Thanks again.
I am shocked at the levels of abandonment I experienced as a child which are only now beginning to unfold. So many memories have been inaccessible as I’ve attempted to protect myself from myself and the harsh reality that was my childhood.
This morning I woke up and thought I’d take myself for a walk. So far so good, midway round the park and I’m hit with the pangs of anxiety as a memory starts to flashback.
I was about 4 years old, divorce finally complete and we were spending time away from my dad (who was the more violent one in my mind) with my mum. She took us to the park for some sort of park run or walk for a charity. Because I was small, I couldn’t keep up with my brother and her, but I guess her time was more important than ensuring I finished with them. The race thinned out and I remember getting lost. No one in sight. In one of the biggest parks in north London. I wandered into the forest. It was getting dark. I tried to get back but couldn’t see the park. I did see some houses finally and randomly started trying doors. Got into one and startled the family I walked in on. Instead of screaming at me they welcomed me in and got me warm.
The mother was so frightened for me. She sat me down and gave me bonbons and milk and her kids tried to speak to me but I was too shut down. I couldn’t even cry.
They drove me back to the park and reunited me with my mother. But I remember holding this strange lady’s leg, not really wanting to go back with her.
How FUCKING insane is that? Already I knew I felt more safe in that stranger’s home than in my own. But also, this was peak “stranger-danger” days, when you were told NOT to talk to strangers or get in their cars lest you get abused and sold or what have you.
That was already happening in my house so I figured what could be worse than that? Imagine the shock to find out that other families actually do sit around and watch TV and talk to one another. Not shout or express emotion exclusively through physical or emotional abuse.
I am so sorry to that child, that I was born into that and that I’ve been plagued with an inability to feel safe or connect properly with others as a result.
Nothing screams genuine kindness like feeling the need to let the world know how thoughtful you are. I see this a lot; friends filming themselves giving a bum a $20, shit like that. I saw one recently online where the dude posted a photo of a gas pump that had only been charged like $2 by some mom of however-the-fuck-many. He went on and on about how he stopped her before she left in her 1982 Sardine Can and put more in the tank, and how she sucked him off right then and there (made the last part up).
The people receiving the help could probably care less about the motive, but posting about is self-indulgent, ego-boosting like-bait. The ONLY argument I can think of that goes against all of this is that it MAY inspire others to help people. But then again, if they do the exact same shit and post about it, it’s just a never-ending cycle of virtue signaling circle jerks.
Without saying a word, he pressed the button for his floor and confidently hit the one for mine.
Early last week I was stressing out about bills, loans, Christmas gifts, job interviews, and the usual family nonsense.
I was suggested to try this sub after I posted a GoFundMe link in another sub.
I admittedly didn't think I'd get much traction, but I figured it wouldn't hurt.
Boy, was I struck by the response. Everything I put up on my wishlist was gone in a day. I had multiple DMs from some extremely generous folks. I had to turn things down out of sheer principle.
There was no harsh judgments or lecturing on why I needed help, or what lead to it.
I have months of food and supplies from the generosity of complete strangers, who trusted I needed help.
That was extremely humbling, and I can't quite put into words what I feel about it.
I was going to hold off a bit longer until all of the items came in, but I know it's a week before Christmas, and everyone is getting busy.
There's a lot that has already came in, and I have your little notes from Amazon. I'll be sending out a thank you to the ones I've collected so far.
I also had 3 successful job interviews last week, and another follow up interview this Friday. So I'm hoping to hear back from a few places this week. I may finally land something that pays a livable wage and covers my student loans. It's been a hell of a year. Wish me luck.
Edit: Follow up interview went well. Waiting to hear back from them Monday. I also wanted to say that a lot of items have NOT shown up yet. No rice, spices, soap, and several other items were purchased from the list, and never showed up yet.
I'm not sure of you could set a shipping date for the items to "surprise" me at a certain date, but I just wanted to keep people updated incase they were waiting for confirmation.
I had a rice cooker on the list that was purchased, but never showed up. That was a big item, and I just want the purchaser to know I haven't gotten it yet. Which is starting to be a bit concerning, unless that was on purpose or you chose economy shipping.
Another mother I met for the first time yesterday recognized my struggles with my special needs child.
She saw my love and dedication to him and pointed it out. She hugged me and she told me I’m a trooper and that my child is fortunate to have me as a parent.
Having been constantly criticized by my spouse, friends, family and strangers - who know nothing about raising a special needs child - I was taken aback. I couldn’t believe my ears.
I know deep down I’m doing right by my kid. I know he needs all the love I give him and that punishment is not an appropriate response to his struggles, like people constantly suggest.
I can’t fault him for the pain and difficulties he was born with. I’m always broken and sad for him.
But it felt very good to be seen for the first time. I didn’t know how much I needed that bit of external validation. It really helped.
I know I thanked you, kind lady, and you could see I was moved to tears. You have no idea how much your words meant to me. Keep spreading the love, the world needs it.
If you don't know the person that's trying to get in, don't just let them through out of the kindness of your heart or because you want to get into your place faster.
That's how my stalker got into my place. Now they're leaving notes underneath my door. Just because some kind soul took pity on their inability to get into the place.
And no, my manager didn't let them in. They don't let any guests of other places in, they have to use the gate code of the place you want to go see.
So now I'm terrified for my life. And planning to move.
I don't want anyone else to experience this. So please don't let strangers in!
(Let's assume you speak the local language of your choice)
Just wanted to post about a couple of interactions I recently had, though, erring on the side of caution, I'll withhold names for privacy.
Anyway, I've been playing permadeath on classic since I first started. I thought it was a fun idea. It was. But I really, really, really did not understand what that kind of commitment meant on an MMO. Dying was... painful. And I died a lot.
Eventually, I got sick of dying. Plus, I really wanted to see more of the game than Elywnn, Westfall, Dun Morough, and Loch Modan. I figured moving away from permadeath would be the smart move.
I'm not smart.
In the end, I just couldn't shake the feeling that death was too cheap. Death is death; it should be something I feared more than a walk from a graveyard to my corpse or a bit of equipment damage. I needed a reason I could accept as a filthy Vorthos to let my character keep coming back. I figured I'd meet my unreasonable self in the middle. I was on an RP server; might as well roleplay it. And what would work better as a story to cheat death than a holy pilgrimage?
My goal was simple in theory: hit level 10, forge 4 "sacred" items, then travel to the Alliance's three capitals to sacrifice 3 of those items in their cathedral-equivalents while keeping the last one as my "mortal tether." Unfortunately, I'm both bad and new at this game, so this was a little harder in practice. In fact, I ended up dying in Dun Morough. That would have been the end of my run if a passing priest had not revived me. For the sake of my sanity, I did not count that as a death.
Eventually, I had accomplished everything I needed for my dumb and arbitrary challenge except sacrificing my last item in Darnassus. I really had no inkling how to get there, but I understood I would have to cross contested territory. Not exactly appealing under my circumstances. I decided a portal would work best. So I saved up. I heard 1 gold was typically the accepted tip, so I set that as my goal.
When I finally made enough, I was proudly able to enter trade chat to request a portal. A gnome mage in Iron Forge took me up on my offer. I had promised 1 gold. I ended up paying him 1 silver.
The mistake was entirely mine. As lame as it sounds, I am unused to the trade window. But the mage took it with good humor. He pointed out the error and then sent me through the portal. He also denied every effort I made to pay him the promised 1 gold.
I guess what I wanted to say with all this rambling was thank you! I hear
... keep reading on reddit ➡I mentioned in passing in a comment that I'd been making it (Chuka and Champawat) and that i was just under 175 Mystic Coins short and getting pretty burnt out. Someone from this sub messaged me, saying they had a bunch of coins they had no use for, and would give me however many i needed, no charge & no strings. By that point i'd managed to get down to only needing 100, and so i happily accepted :)
First thing i did when i woke up today was finish it off!
Hey SD! Hope you had a lovely weekend.
I've been having some serious family related issues. It's to the point where I've had to retain an attorney, and basically cut my toxic family out of my life.
If any of you are going through a tough situation - whether it be with family, friends, work, etc., you may be very interested in this piece about a couple that were in a fatal accident, leaving behind 2 beautiful little children. WOW! Talk about a major AOK!!! It helped me, personally, because it solidified the fact that there are millions of people - even complete strangers - that are willing to support us.
With the help of complete strangers, the family was able to raise about $100,000.00 by auctioning off the father's car...however, the way that they wound up raising the money came from 3 different strangers; and the end result? Priceless.
Give it a watch and I guarantee you'll smile knowing that there are plenty of people out here who love and care about YOU - especially here (yea I know, shameless plug for SD...but that's how I roll)!!! ;)
So, you beautiful, sober ladies and gentlemen of the best damn sub on Reddit, do you have any AoK's to share? Even if you don't have an AoK, stop by and say hi anyway - we love your company here ;).
Love and Kindness,
Lee <3
I’m humbled by the kindness of fellow fallout players !! I went on the discourse to vent about the BOS mission forbidden knowledge, were you drop technical documents off at Fort Venture to get assorted loot mainly the BOS T-60 Power armor initiate paint plan . After over 400 failed attempts I had nearly given up all hope and reached out to the community for advise . Low and behold u/phr3k cane to the aid a fellow vault dweller gave me a set of plans gratis without batting an eye!! Seriously incredible , other users even offered to paint if for me and provide me with mods I didn’t have !!! I am humbled by the generosity of of total strangers.
We constantly talk about being considerate and mannered to our waiters and waitresses. (This is important because service workers deserve respect!) But I have literally SEEN people sit down to a meal, speak respectfully to their waiter, then turn around and bark angrily at their spouse. How have we normalized this behavior? It's not normal!
Edit: I’m not just talking about this context either, i.e. just in a restaurant. Whoosh. I’m talking about all the time. Treat your partner with respect and kindness at all times. Being angry and arguing IS NOT AN EXCUSE to act mean and disrespectful. It is not normal to yell, scream, name-call, or put your partner down and say hurtful things to them. They deserve the same amount, if not MORE, respect and consideration than a stranger.
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