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>> When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her
>>hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate
>>quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
>> Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let
>>her know
>>what I was thinking. I want a divorce.
>>
>> I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my
>>words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question.
>>This made her angry. She threw away the
>>chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
>>
>>That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew
>>she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I
>>could hardly give her a satisfactory
>> answer, she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn’t love her
>>anymore...I just pitied her!
>> With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which
>>stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my
>>company.
>>
>>She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had
>>spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt
>>sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not
>>take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she
>>cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see.
>>To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce
>>which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and
>>clearer now.
>>
>> The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing
>>something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to
>>sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an
>>eventful day with Dew.
>>
>>When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just
>>did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the
>>morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
>>anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
>>She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as
>>normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had
>>his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with
>>our broken marriage.
>>
>> This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked
>>me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our
>>wedding day. She requested that every day for the month's duration I
>>carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I
>>thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together
>>bearable I accepted her odd request.
>>
>> I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed
>>loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she
>>applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
>>
>> My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce
>>intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on
>>the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us,
>>daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of
>>pain. >From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I
>>walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes
>>and said softly, don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded,
>>feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went
>>to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
>>
>> On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned
>>on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I
>>realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long
>>time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine
>>wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken
>>its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
>>
>> On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of
>>intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of
>>her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our
>>sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this.
>> It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps
>>the everyday workout made me stronger.
>>
>> She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a
>>few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed,
>>all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she
>>had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more
>>easily. Suddenly it hit me, .. She had buried so much pain and
>>bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched
>>her head.
>>
>> Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to
>>carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out
>>had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to
>>our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face
>>away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last
>>minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom,
>>through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my
>>neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just
>>like our wedding day.
>>
>> But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when
>>I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone
>>to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our
>>life lacked intimacy.
>>
>>I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking
>>the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I
>>walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew,
>>I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished.
>>Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved
>>her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My
>>marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value
>>the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other
>>any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on
>>our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
>>Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then
>>slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and
>>drove away.
>>
>> At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers
>>for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I
>>smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do
>>us apart.
>>
>> The small details of your lives are what really matter in a
>>relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money
>>in the bank, blah..Blah..Blah. These create an environment
>>conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
>>So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things
>>for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy
>>marriage!
>>
>> If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. if you do,
you just might save a marriage.

Crocodile man
Verse 1
Written by: Shane Forrester


Thank you for being who you where
You came into our lives; you brought us so much joy
We will not forget what you taught us
How to value every life
To every creature do what’s right
The world is not the same without you
Oh we miss you
Mr Crocodile man ….oh ya
We miss you

Chorus

We miss your passion for life
Your courage your light
Your sense of destiny; of who you where to be
We miss your courage your strength, to take on anything
That would come your way
The world is not the same
We miss you

Verse 2

You made a mark
That could never be erased
Written in the stones of time, are the works that you did
And we will not forget all you taught us
To preserve nature’s lives
To every creature do what’s right
It’s not gonna be the same without you
Oh we miss you
Mr. Crocodile man……oh ya
We miss you

Chorus

We’ll miss your passion for life
Your courage your light
Your sense of destiny of who you where to be
We miss you
We miss you
We miss you
We miss you





Bridge

Across the world over, we solute you with a song
You where a brave and mighty solider
Fighting a battle cross the lands
To preserve natures lives
We see your star shining bright
And we will not forget
The Crocodile man


Chorus

We miss your passion for life
Your courage your light
Your sense of destiny; of who you where to be
We miss your courage your strength, to take on anything
That would come your way
The world is not the same (repeat 2).

What I’m in for



Written by: Shane Forrester

Verse 1
So looking forward to
Spending quality time
Hear with you
Can’t get it off my mind
How good it was
The last time

Chorus
It’s so clear
What I’m in for
What I’m in for with you
I see the truth
Goanna have the time of my life
When I spend it with you

Woo…………….
Woo…………….woo
Woo…………….hey yah yah


Verse 2
It’s more than joy to be with you
It’s like when angels sing
Or when gray skies turn blue
In my heart you’re my rainbow
So beautiful
I couldn’t ask for more


Bridge
Can’t stop thinking about it
Can’t stop talking about
It’s like magic in the skies
When your heart is close mine
I could write a story about it
Cause men dream to have this
Love that makes you loose sense of time

Shane Forrester, known to many as a musician and vocalist, always reflect a youthful and vibrant energy to his recordings and stage performances. His duel persona gives him a reputation of a true entertainer. Forrester's musical and entertainment career began at the tender age of twelve as lead vocalist of the group The Smooth Boys. Those formative years in this all boy group provided the springboard for Shane to grow and develop as an artiste. This development was recognized by The Troubadours International who invited him to perform on their Canadian and U S A tours. Shane later joined the band IV Play (later renamed 4D People) in 1995. 4D People became one of the most popular and successful bands of the 90's in Barbados. During his five years with 4D People, Shane was featured on all three of the bands albums and had the opportunity to tour the Caribbean and Europe performing at prestigious events like the Modem Musical Trade Fair in France and sharing the stage with top international artistes such as Boys 2 Men, Beres Hammond, and James Ingram. His on stage persona and musical ability continued to develop and mature, making him one of the most popular R & B artiste in Barbados. Shane has become a much sought after vocalist and guitarist, performing at the Barbados Jazz Festival, The Barbados Gospel Fest, The Ottawa Blues Fest and on various recording projects. His recent tribute in song to animal activist Steve Irwin is becoming very popular among animal lovers all over the World. Shane has just completed his 12 track album; all tracks are written and produced by Shane.

This is the first installment of my free report.



"The 9 Biggest Lies About Singing"

Big Lie 1 - People start out singing all wrong, so they must be taught
(or
re-taught) EVERYTHING, in order to sing "properly."

Truth - You MAY be doing SOME things wrong, but if you can speak, you
are NOT
doing everything wrong.  When you speak, you are using the very same
tools you
need to sing--no more, no less.

Most singers' difficulties come from getting away from their natural
speaking
technique when they sing. 

If you are less than satisfied with your singing, then it is very
likely you're
doing something less effectively than it can be done.  But stop and
think a
moment.  HOW do you get rid of the difficulty?

There are several possibilities:  1)  You are just no good at singing
(many
people suspect this about themselves, but it's totally untrue as you
will learn);
2)  You are not trying hard enough (many people assume this too, but
you will
find out that trying "harder" only ADDS to your difficulty);  3)
  Singing is a
special skill that you have no useful knowledge about, so you must be
prepared to
spend lots of time and money learning this totally foreign skill.

All these possibilities are common thoughts, but all wrong.  Here's the
possibility that you must accept to make satisfactory progress
improving your
singing: 

4)  You have been using your "singing tools" all your life, but you may
have been
"holding them wrong" while singing.  It will be as easy as speaking,
once you
have someone show you how to simply hold the "tools" correctly.

You use the same exact body parts and capabilities to sing as you do
when you
speak!  The problem often comes in when someone tries to tell us how to
sing and
they get us twisted up so that we STOP singing like we speak.

It's like you've been using a hammer to flatten bottle caps all your
life.  Then
one day you need to drive some nails.  You have doubts about trying it.
  Then
someone walks up and sees you trying to drive nails.  He tells you
"That's really
noisy. Here, hold it like this" and he turns it around so that you're
striking
the nails with the handle instead of the hammer's head.

It doesn't make so much noise now, so you think he may be right.  You
keep trying
but you make very little progress.

Then a carpenter comes along and says "hey, buddy, you've got to hold
it by the
handle if you want to drive the nail."  You turn it back around and
discover that
you can drive nails pretty fast now.

That's what singing should be like.  When you learn how the voice was
designed to
work (and you will learn a lot about it, over these next 9 emails), you
should
make amazing progress and singing should get much easier at the same
time.

Day after tomorrow, we'll talk about how some of the "helpful souls"
have
actually helped singers move farther away from their goal of singing
with an
"honest", "natural" tone.

Keep Singing,
Brett Manning