Getting My Old Facebook Page Restored, And I Don't Think That There's Just a Bug...

If you could help get "Nicole Czarnecki (aka, "Nickidewbear")" at http://www.facebook.com/nicoleczarneckiakanickidewbear restored, I'd appreciate it. You were able to bug certain people at Chapelgate (who are a major part of why I never want to talk about or go to Chapelgate again) when I needed help and reaching out to (which they certainly did not give, and in fact gave me quite the opposite of-- in other words, negative and unhelpful outreach, to generously say the least). I know that you can certainly rally for Facebook to restore http://www.facebook.com/nicoleczarneckiakanickidewbear, as I myself am trying to do. I have already sent them three e-mails generously explaining that there may be a bug involved; but I think that those certain people unjustly and unfairly reported that page. My only vindication concerning them, meanwhile, is that G-d is just and will rebuke them in time.

So, if you follow and befriend me on YouTube, Facebook (with the new, backup page at present), and Twitter; please do what you did during my time of need when I still affiliated with a certain church and kindly bug Facebook in the same way. Thank you, and Merry Christmas, L'Hanukkah Tovah v'Shabbat Shalom, and Happy New Year.

Coincidence? Well, Co-Incidence Alright, But...

That the fourth and fitfth Yamim L'Hanukkah (Kislev 28/December 23-24 and Kislev 29/December 24-25) coincide with Christmas Eve and Christmas Day is not random. Christmas Eve and Day also coincide with Shabbat (Kislev 28-29) and Yom Rishon v'Havdalah, v'Shabbat l'Notzrim (cf. Yochanahn 20:1, 9; Acts 20:7, 1 Corinthians 16:2). Just think about that for a minute, whether or not you're Meshichi.  

A Short Hanukkah Story...

A Jewish boy was on the corner of a busy street in a busy city. This Jewish boy was poor and begging for money. Most of what he got was either persecution, begging, or just no money. Some gave him money, but one  who gave him money mercilessly persecuted him while giving him the money. "Here, Jew. Here's your money. Poor boy; is that all you ever think about?" Then the persecutor just walked away.

People who begged the boy for money were beggars themselves, begging for some of the money which he'd be given or asking how he'd begged. Then came a disheveled-looking, long-haired-seeming man in dirty-appearing  clothes begging for money. The boy, not knowing what else to do, gave him the money. Then the disheveled-looking man held out sevenfold the money that had been given to him. "Can I keep this?"

The boy nodded. Then the man held out tenfold of the sevenfold. "Can I keep this?" The boy nodded, more surprised than at first. A hundredfold of the tenfolded sevenfold appeared in the man's hand. Then the man gave the boy the money.

"Yeshua!" The boy cried. Then the man walked away, and the boy ran home with enough money to live for at least the next couple of days.  

I'm Not Trying To Get Attention When I Write About Depression and Suicidal Thoughts, and Loneliness In General...

What amazes me is that I think that people think that I am fucking kidding or trying to get attention when I say that I'm tempted to commit suicide. I wasn't kidding when I ended up in Sheppard Pratt in April 2006, was I? I wasn't kidding when I tried to attempt suicide in 1998 (when I was eight years old), was I? And when I called the Suicide Hotline tonight, I hung up twice-- I wasn't going to be able to tell them what's going on, at least without crying and bursting into incoherence while crying. I also couldn't tell them because I'm a Christian and they might not be able to understand some of what I'm going through.


Also, my mom calling my psychiatrist isn't going to help a lot-- he's not a Christian and (as I've told him and others) there are issues that the Sertraline and Abilify can't touch. I even got so desperate as to try Match.com to find the one for me-- one of my Hanukkah and Christmas wishes. Not only was Match.com a violation of 1 Corinthians 7, anyway-- since Christians are to follow the mitzvah that states, "Are you loosed from [without] a [spouse]? Do not seek a [spouse]."; but Match.com just wasn't worth what I need in a man, anyway. Remember, I have Cerebral Palsy, OCD/Anxiety/Depression, Irritable Bowel Syndrome, mild ADD, and possible Aspberger's. Also, my family has ilks that are (as I will continue to point out that Mia Danilowicz, part of the ilks actually so kindly proves about herself) "fucking psycho" (Todah, Mia; v'l'Hanukkah Tovah Tikatevi.). I need a man who can provide for and deal with all of and every aspect of me (including my medical and family history.).


PS I'm still waiting for that call from Cathy Dallwig about transporting disabled members to Chapelgate. Please kindly email her for me (as Charles Polk already did; and I know that Charles Polk is one out of few who actually care for me), and bug @ChapelgateNews on Twitter for me. I'm unkindly not leaving their church, no matter how much they don't want a disabled Jew with divorced parents and a crazy dad to not worship G-d among them.