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	<title>Comments on: Michael Robards Story</title>
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		<title>By: Adra Pyle</title>
		<link>http://sgfsoccer.com/2007/02/14/michael-robards-story/comment-page-1/#comment-170342</link>
		<dc:creator>Adra Pyle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 01:53:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I just survived one more anniversary of my fathers death that comes every christmas and his burial which comes on his birthday on January 2. My father was killed by michael the man who wrote this letter, that to me has no face, but has a father. I can truly say this tragedy destroyed my life also. Ive never spoken, seen, or had any contact with Michael and would like him to know that the irony is my father was an alcoholic  and a drug user  all of my life. I had cut my father out of my life when I became pregnant with my daughter because of all the pain and abuse I had endured from him in my life. Thinking one day if he gets clean I will let him in our lives but not until then. My father called me a week before his death and told me he would like to see me and meet his grandaughter now 11, and give her a xmas present. My father said he was clean and had been clean for a few years. Every year on every holiday inbetween he would come to my work and drop by a card or a gift teary eyed hoping for a chance and I just couldnt forgive him. I thought it was better if I kept him out ,it was also embarrasing and very painful. I was very leary but contemplated it and decided to call him this time and let him into our lives at least give him a chance, maybe he was clean?.I thought after xmas Ill call him because of plans with family and because I was so busy at work. I never got that chance. I got a phone call when I got to work at 8 am that my father had been killed by a drunk driver and was hit so hard it was instant. I had friends that were driving home that morning and saw the accident to find out that it was my father laying in the street with his new hobby, his motorcycle ,stuck in the engine of Mikes car. My god, he was sitting at a stoplight in front of his mothers church coming home from a poker game at AA. I was shocked and I went through depression, drinking, lost my job ,my friends,became completely numb and was not even emotionally there for my daughter for at least a year. I had to goto my fathers house with my brother after the accident to find his brittney spaniel  Rusty, waiting by the door for my dad, steaks thawing, his clothes in the washer and dryer as my heart fell out of my body. The pain never goes away but its easier now. I made it through.
Im very sorry this happened to Mike and to my father. The irony of my father getting killed this way is eerie. Whos going to kill someone after drinking to much? Someone may as well play russian roulette, nobody knows.
I forgive Mike. I have drank and drove before, it could have been my dad, it also can be you next time you choose to drink and drive. I promise, lifes already to short and this can all be avoided by making an easy decision not to drive while you are drinking. 
Adra Pyle</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just survived one more anniversary of my fathers death that comes every christmas and his burial which comes on his birthday on January 2. My father was killed by michael the man who wrote this letter, that to me has no face, but has a father. I can truly say this tragedy destroyed my life also. Ive never spoken, seen, or had any contact with Michael and would like him to know that the irony is my father was an alcoholic  and a drug user  all of my life. I had cut my father out of my life when I became pregnant with my daughter because of all the pain and abuse I had endured from him in my life. Thinking one day if he gets clean I will let him in our lives but not until then. My father called me a week before his death and told me he would like to see me and meet his grandaughter now 11, and give her a xmas present. My father said he was clean and had been clean for a few years. Every year on every holiday inbetween he would come to my work and drop by a card or a gift teary eyed hoping for a chance and I just couldnt forgive him. I thought it was better if I kept him out ,it was also embarrasing and very painful. I was very leary but contemplated it and decided to call him this time and let him into our lives at least give him a chance, maybe he was clean?.I thought after xmas Ill call him because of plans with family and because I was so busy at work. I never got that chance. I got a phone call when I got to work at 8 am that my father had been killed by a drunk driver and was hit so hard it was instant. I had friends that were driving home that morning and saw the accident to find out that it was my father laying in the street with his new hobby, his motorcycle ,stuck in the engine of Mikes car. My god, he was sitting at a stoplight in front of his mothers church coming home from a poker game at AA. I was shocked and I went through depression, drinking, lost my job ,my friends,became completely numb and was not even emotionally there for my daughter for at least a year. I had to goto my fathers house with my brother after the accident to find his brittney spaniel  Rusty, waiting by the door for my dad, steaks thawing, his clothes in the washer and dryer as my heart fell out of my body. The pain never goes away but its easier now. I made it through.<br />
Im very sorry this happened to Mike and to my father. The irony of my father getting killed this way is eerie. Whos going to kill someone after drinking to much? Someone may as well play russian roulette, nobody knows.<br />
I forgive Mike. I have drank and drove before, it could have been my dad, it also can be you next time you choose to drink and drive. I promise, lifes already to short and this can all be avoided by making an easy decision not to drive while you are drinking.<br />
Adra Pyle</p>
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		<title>By: CactusFreek</title>
		<link>http://sgfsoccer.com/2007/02/14/michael-robards-story/comment-page-1/#comment-16715</link>
		<dc:creator>CactusFreek</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Feb 2007 10:08:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi :o)
My mum was an alcoholic and i really resented her for her behaviours that came with her drinking. I would swear to myself that i&#039;d never become that!!
I&#039;ve always drank, but not too much. The somehow, 4 years ago, i became addicted, and now i too am an alcoholic. The only difference between my mother and i is, i&#039;m looking for a way out!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi <img src='http://sgfsoccer.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_surprised.gif' alt=':o' class='wp-smiley' /> )<br />
My mum was an alcoholic and i really resented her for her behaviours that came with her drinking. I would swear to myself that i&#8217;d never become that!!<br />
I&#8217;ve always drank, but not too much. The somehow, 4 years ago, i became addicted, and now i too am an alcoholic. The only difference between my mother and i is, i&#8217;m looking for a way out!</p>
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		<title>By: Glendale Soccer &#187; Choice is Tragic</title>
		<link>http://sgfsoccer.com/2007/02/14/michael-robards-story/comment-page-1/#comment-16385</link>
		<dc:creator>Glendale Soccer &#187; Choice is Tragic</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 03:45:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Rogers sent this to be posted earlier today, but SGFsoccer has already posted the complete letter. Please take a few minutes to read the complete letter.   [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Rogers sent this to be posted earlier today, but SGFsoccer has already posted the complete letter. Please take a few minutes to read the complete letter.   [...]</p>
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