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that you regret? This summer I turned down a job in Gettysburg working for a non profit organization because I didn't think I was ready to leave home. Well I am kicking my self in the ass for not taking it. The constant sorry we don't have anything available and watching the news on a daily basis and seeing the economy problem is really starting to get to me, I feel like I will never find a job in my field. Sorry for the pointless thread but I needed to vent.
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I can't say I really regret anything, I just learned it the hard way.
There is a bunch of things I would rather redo, but if I did well I wouldn't understand why. Best of luck though. |
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Live by this rule, You can't take back or change yesterday, You can only make tomorrow better Ron |
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Ha!
![]() Don't have many regrets... most of my decisions I would not change. Given the circumstances and what you knew at the time, you would probably have made the same decision if you had to do it again. Don't allow yourself to live in "what if?" You can't change the past... all you can affect is what you do from here. Hang tough, bro! ![]() |
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I can think of so many decisions I've made in my life that I second guess now. I've been such a "good boy" my whole life, sometimes I wish had chosen to do the bad things. What keeps me from regretting them is that I had to make all these decisions to wind up where I am now. (Fat and happy with a great wife and a spare bedroom full of cigars.)
It's my sincerest hope that you will look back upon this in future and see it as a positive. The past is the past, don't look back and focus on a great future. Best of luck.
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I tend to not believe people that say they have no regrets in life. They cover it up with pretty phrases that all essentially mean the same thing.
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There was this redhead one time in Italy.... her name was Mary. She was so incredibly beautiful, hot, gorgeous, athletic, and a redhead. I was absolutely madly passionately in love with her, but never could explain it to her. I was a young kid and didn't want to screw it up. We met while playing for the base soccer teams. We went down to a soccer tournament in camp Darby, 9 days. for 9 days we hung out, and we got closer and closer. One of the last evenings at the tournament we sat out on a bench and talked for 3 and a half hours, eventually it got a little cold, I held her close to keep her warm. She said to me "you're such a good friend, I hope I get to keep you." Time passed we remained friends, hung out all the time, One night I stayed at her house in her bed, with her, but was too afraid to make a move other than the friend hug. Too scared that she might destroy me with the "just friends" I didn't sleep a wink. We ran into each other on the streets of Rome with our respective families, laughed at the randomness of the moment. We met again that night (planned) for a pub crawl, and danced and drank the night away. The Kenny Chesney song "anything but mine" had just come out, odd her name was mary too, I sang her that on as we stumbled to her hotel, were I left her at the door, and for the first time she kissed me, drunkenly on the cheek. A few months later I had PCS'd and we lost touch, never having crossed the boundry of friends. Time passed, YEARS passed, I'm older and wiser as is she. Thanks to the miracle called "facebook" we actually started talking again, and being older and thousands of miles away from each other I figured hell I'll tell her how I felt and see what she says... She always wondered why I never made the move, and how much she wanted me to make the move, but she was such a young kid, and didn't want to get her feelings hurt if I just wanted to be friends...
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