Way to go TFM3...I hope Dave is ok.
It can only get better from here no matter what else happens.
Jack

"Thomas Mooney" wrote in message
...
When I read Dave's message, I wasn't sure what to do. So I used Yahoo!
People Search and found his phone number. No answer.

So I called the East Wenatchee police and after talking to a detective,
forwarded a copy of Dave's post to try to bring about an intervention.

I'm pleased to report that I just heard back from the detective. Dave is
"in the hospital getting the help he needs". While the detective couldn't
give me details due to Dave's privacy rights, I gather from the
conversation
that they arrived before he had done anything drastic and that his
hospital
visit is for evaluation rather than trauma/emergency.

Collective sigh of relief

Hug your families, count your blessings,

--
TFM3

Note: Spam-resistant e-mail address

Hi, all. I just subscribed for a bit to close out some thoughts. First, My
hearty congrats, Jim, on getting your joint up and running; you'll do well
and I expect it won't be long before you wished you'd not opened Pandora's
Box (Big Grin, my friend).

To the rest, thanks for the camaraderie over the last four years. I had an
email from Monroe the other day, and brought him up to speed about my
doings, to that point, which I thought was going superbly well. Hell, who
can ever see what tomorrow brings.

Things have changed dramatically since I emailed Monroe back. Although I had
left my job at Chelan-Douglas Health District voluntarily, it was only after
enduring weeks of witch hunts and power mongering by a temporary power shift
after our administrator was fired. I became so stressed and anxiety driven,
that I actually had to be taken to the emergency room.

Then my wife, Jill, underwent surgery. She is recovering and should be fine.
She has spent the last 10 days in Minnesota visiting family and will be back
today.

My 16 year old. Caleb, decided the day that his mom left, that he didn't
like my parenting, told me "I hate the ground you walk on you fat *******"
and promised to "get rid of me" as he walked out the door. Now his mom is
beside herself -- which is why she is flying home today instead of Sunday.
She just felt that she couldn't stay in Minnesota any longer, and needed to
get Caleb back home.

On the phone, last night, she told me that Caleb won't come home (he had
been calling Jill) until I'm gone. So, I need to leave by tonight. She
mentioned something about "needing time apart and then who knows what might
happen". This was a punch that has totally devastated me.

There have been too many things that I have had to absorb, and I just am too
tired and despairing to even try. I thought that, whatever else might
happen, at least I had my family. Now I don't even have that.

I can't think real well, 'cause everything is jumbled; I feel like my soul
has been shredded. Every day, I get up struggling with physical pain and
dealing with it the best I can.... but this pain is even more severe. I just
can't see any end, so I am going to end it. I just cannot cope any longer.

I've cleaned the house for Jill. I am unsubscribing from my newserver in
total at this time. It's time to go.

Dave

Hi, all. I just subscribed for a bit to close out some thoughts. First, My
hearty congrats, Jim, on getting your joint up and running; you'll do well
and I expect it won't be long before you wished you'd not opened Pandora's
Box (Big Grin, my friend).

To the rest, thanks for the camaraderie over the last four years. I had an
email from Monroe the other day, and brought him up to speed about my
doings, to that point, which I thought was going superbly well. Hell, who
can ever see what tomorrow brings.

Things have changed dramatically since I emailed Monroe back. Although I had
left my job at Chelan-Douglas Health District voluntarily, it was only after
enduring weeks of witch hunts and power mongering by a temporary power shift
after our administrator was fired. I became so stressed and anxiety driven,
that I actually had to be taken to the emergency room.

Then my wife, Jill, underwent surgery. She is recovering and should be fine.
She has spent the last 10 days in Minnesota visiting family and will be back
today.

My 16 year old. Caleb, decided the day that his mom left, that he didn't
like my parenting, told me "I hate the ground you walk on you fat *******"
and promised to "get rid of me" as he walked out the door. Now his mom is
beside herself -- which is why she is flying home today instead of Sunday.
She just felt that she couldn't stay in Minnesota any longer, and needed to
get Caleb back home.

On the phone, last night, she told me that Caleb won't come home (he had
been calling Jill) until I'm gone. So, I need to leave by tonight. She
mentioned something about "needing time apart and then who knows what might
happen". This was a punch that has totally devastated me.

There have been too many things that I have had to absorb, and I just am too
tired and despairing to even try. I thought that, whatever else might
happen, at least I had my family. Now I don't even have that.

I can't think real well, 'cause everything is jumbled; I feel like my soul
has been shredded. Every day, I get up struggling with physical pain and
dealing with it the best I can.... but this pain is even more severe. I just
can't see any end, so I am going to end it. I just cannot cope any longer.

I've cleaned the house for Jill. I am unsubscribing from my newserver in
total at this time. It's time to go.

Dave



Dave, don't do this to yourself. You need some counseling, and you need it
quick! If you do not know a counselor, call a helpline, or call 911.

Even though it might be difficult to see now, you still have a lot to live
for. Don't give up on yourself. Get some help!

Darius

On 10/9/03 11:57 AM, in article , "Dave
Bugg" dbuggatcharterdotnet wrote:

Hi, all. I just subscribed for a bit to close out some thoughts. First, My
hearty congrats, Jim, on getting your joint up and running; you'll do well
and I expect it won't be long before you wished you'd not opened Pandora's
Box (Big Grin, my friend).

To the rest, thanks for the camaraderie over the last four years. I had an
email from Monroe the other day, and brought him up to speed about my
doings, to that point, which I thought was going superbly well. Hell, who
can ever see what tomorrow brings.

Things have changed dramatically since I emailed Monroe back. Although I had
left my job at Chelan-Douglas Health District voluntarily, it was only after
enduring weeks of witch hunts and power mongering by a temporary power shift
after our administrator was fired. I became so stressed and anxiety driven,
that I actually had to be taken to the emergency room.

Then my wife, Jill, underwent surgery. She is recovering and should be fine.
She has spent the last 10 days in Minnesota visiting family and will be back
today.


Please tell me that someone has Dave's phone number and can give him a call.
Dave, please hang in there. There is

My 16 year old. Caleb, decided the day that his mom left, that he didn't
like my parenting, told me "I hate the ground you walk on you fat *******"
and promised to "get rid of me" as he walked out the door. Now his mom is
beside herself -- which is why she is flying home today instead of Sunday.
She just felt that she couldn't stay in Minnesota any longer, and needed to
get Caleb back home.

On the phone, last night, she told me that Caleb won't come home (he had
been calling Jill) until I'm gone. So, I need to leave by tonight. She
mentioned something about "needing time apart and then who knows what might
happen". This was a punch that has totally devastated me.

There have been too many things that I have had to absorb, and I just am too
tired and despairing to even try. I thought that, whatever else might
happen, at least I had my family. Now I don't even have that.

I can't think real well, 'cause everything is jumbled; I feel like my soul
has been shredded. Every day, I get up struggling with physical pain and
dealing with it the best I can.... but this pain is even more severe. I just
can't see any end, so I am going to end it. I just cannot cope any longer.

I've cleaned the house for Jill. I am unsubscribing from my newserver in
total at this time. It's time to go.

Dave



Please tell me that someone has Dave's phone number and can give him a call.
Dave, please hang in there. Take every day one day at a time. Take half
days at a time. Don't give up- it will get better if you let it.

red

Much sadness snipped -

Dave,
I have always sworn to myself that if things ever got so bad I couldn't
stand it, I'd get on a motorcycle and see where it took me for a year. Why
don't you give it a try?
Your son is a teenager and damn near all of them go through the "I hate Dad"
stage. It's normal. If you really care about your son and leave him now,
you will **** him up for the rest of his life, so think about that too.
And as a health care professional you know that depression is an illness
(you sound pretty depressed to me) that can be treated. Drugs *can* be your
friend. Look for some help, Dave.
All the best wishes,
Jack Curry

"Dave Bugg" dbuggatcharterdotnet wrote in message
...
Hi, all. I just

Dave,

You left this note so you don't want to do this thing. Your son will spend
everything you leave on therapy and/or medications and STILL be screwed up.

Call a hot line, your preacher, anyone...

Lotsa sad things snipped

Good to see you again, Dave, but not in this way.

I'm so glad your wife, Jill, is okay. That's the most important thing.

So sorry you had a terrible job experience. I had one of those, too. Take
it from me though, that's TEMPORARY. You will find another job. Drive a
school bus for a year and think about it.

Sorry your son is such a pill. Just remember what Mark Twain said:

"When I was 18 my father was so stupid I could hardly stand to have the old
man around. When I was 21, I was AMAZED at what he had learned in just 3
years."

My point being, don't give up on him and don't give up on yourself. He will
come around. Your problems with him are TEMPORARY.

So there you go. Your wife is healthy now and you are faced with two
TEMPORARY problems. Could be a lot worse.

The most important thing is: Don't make any permanent solutions to temporary
problems.

We miss you here and all of us wish we could be there to help you. We can't
be, but all of us here urge you to reach out to someone there to counsel
you. Take care Senor.

John in Austin

PS. Get on a plane, come down to Austin and we'll go pig out down in
Lockhart. I'm serious.

Dave Bugg wrote:

I can't think real well, 'cause everything is jumbled; I feel like my soul
has been shredded. Every day, I get up struggling with physical pain and
dealing with it the best I can.... but this pain is even more severe. I just
can't see any end, so I am going to end it. I just cannot cope any longer.

David, you really don't want to do that, please? You'll leave behind
a world of guilt and pain on your family. You'll just have to take
my word for it that I know.

(hug) Remember, stuff passes. Your family needs you.

nancy

Dave,

It is obvious that your still feeling stressed and anxiety driven,
though maybe for different reasons now. DO NOT WAIT for another minute.
Call 911 and get to the hospital NOW.

Your an intelligent man. Use your intelligence and call 911 IMMEDIATELY.
Show whoever arrives a copy of the note you wrote.

Keep in touch.

CALL 911 NOW.

BBQ

"Dave Bugg" dbuggatcharterdotnet wrote in message
...
Hi, all. I just subscribed for a bit to close out some thoughts. First,
My
hearty congrats, Jim, on getting your joint up and running; you'll do well


I just spoke with Greg Story a supervisor at the Health department where
Dave used to work. I spent a few hours trying to find Dave's phone number
and it took about thirty seconds to get his old work number, guess I wasn't
thinking too clearly either.

Dave is in the hospital. Not sure of his condition, Greg wouldn't say how
he was but that he was alive. The sheriff took him to the hospital.

When I read Dave's message, I wasn't sure what to do. So I used Yahoo!
People Search and found his phone number. No answer.

So I called the East Wenatchee police and after talking to a detective,
forwarded a copy of Dave's post to try to bring about an intervention.

I'm pleased to report that I just heard back from the detective. Dave is
"in the hospital getting the help he needs". While the detective couldn't
give me details due to Dave's privacy rights, I gather from the conversation
that they arrived before he had done anything drastic and that his hospital
visit is for evaluation rather than trauma/emergency.

Collective sigh of relief

Hug your families, count your blessings,

--
TFM3

Note: Spam-resistant e-mail address

Thank you for doing something. I didn't even know where to start, I
have no idea where he lives. Good job.

nancy

In article , "Dave Bugg"
dbuggatcharterdotnet wrote:

snipped

Dave-We all have bad days&weeks&months&wives&jobs&kids.
GET COUNSELING NOW!! (I'm not kidding a bit!)
Don't let the ****heads win!

monroe(BTDT)

DAVE

We're all here for you! All 16 year old son's go through phases like that.

Please get help. Don't let the world get to you!

BOB

Collective sigh of relief


Thanks for doing what we didn't know how to do, Thomas.

BOB