vin From the heart

[BurtReynolds]

fuzzy boyz got this for you.

I am not happy with you. You really know how to push that "sacred" little button I try to keep hidden and safe from people like you. My problem is that you are alone in the "people like you" category, which is reserved for people whose hearts beat unconditionally for jerks like me. If I had one dollar for everytime you were there for me when I needed someone to save me in my darkest hour, I would have been able to release my music to every heart who thirst and hunger for my emotions. I know you were talking about my dad, Al. My dad was one hell of a special man who I knew was one of God's favorite creations. I knew God was so proud of "Al". He labored hard from sun up to long hours in the night just to keep the bills paid in our 4 room apartment in Bridgeport Connecticut. His greatest desire was to have me and my twin sisters Donna and Diane live in joy and happiness so he constantly showered us with presents and toys and made our life on Garfield avenue, Christmas everyday; especially my little life. He spent his last dollar buying me toys I desperately wanted. When I fell in love with the guitar, he worked and worked until he had enough money to buy me the electric guitar I wanted and the amplifier. My dad was constantly sick and diseased all his life. His illness was untreatable and unknown at the time when I was eight years old, some 51 years ago. So my young life was limited to hospitals, chapels and prayers asking God to keep my loving Dad alive to be with me. I remember vividly in 1960, when I was just 8 years old, my dad just got out of the hospital from a life saving surgery that could only be performed by specialists in another state far away. Mom, sisters and me got word he lived through his surgery which I was convinced was God's work after hearing my prayers in the hospital chapel. Not home a month, Dad took me rock collecting inside a quarry in upstate Connecticut to find special rocks for my collection that I kept in a our dining room. That was who my dad was. Always giving to others regardless of his hardship. Despite his pain which had not yet healed he helped me find lovely rocks which I still have to this day. My mom, Diane and Donna and I had a long and special journey with my dad all of our lives, so he was not someone we took for granted. He was always there for me in my later years and encouraged me when I felt lost, when I felt I couldn't go another day, when all hope was lost and when I thought life had abandoned me. He gave me reason to keep going, to be the warrior and keep fighting, no matter what obstacles lay before me. He instilled the courage in me, which I knew lived in him. We cherished our dad and what he meant to us, because somehow throughout our prayers of our young life, God let my Dad live until he was 75 years old, a miracle we had not expected all those years ago. Despite our love, a terrible disagreement in the 1990's separated father and son and we never spoke again. Without my knowing, my dad died in 2003 after a failed surgery. I never knew he died. I lost contact with my mom, and sisters and daughters for many years until my arrest, when strangely they showed up to be at my side. That night in that cold cell, I felt my dad's presence was with me. I remember whispering that I loved him, and asked him to ask God to free me. "I wasn't there that morning, when my father passed away, I didn't get to tell him all the things I had to say.... I just wish I could have told him in the living years " So I'm still waiting for my dream I dare to dream to come true. This is for you Dad. I love you, Vinnie

[metatron]

Man, heavy duty.
But in saying that, everyone has a cross to bare. Everyone has tragedies.
He has no right to blame anyone for his lack of incentive to
'release his music to every heart who thirst and hunger for his emotions.' He can only blame himself, his ego, his sick twisted version of reality.
The sheer ordasity to blame others for his sins, shows his lack of ownership for the life. The life he has chosen to created. The false reality. He got the 'people whose hearts beat unconditionally for jerks like me.' bit right. Yes Vinnie you are indeed a JERK!. A Jerk in the first degree.
Keep up your false vibrato. You fool no one but yourself.

[Brooklyn_Born]

That is a heart felt letter that makes me feel sorry for him...then I remember that he doesn't just have gold in his heart, there is blackness too. The names he has called us at this forum are disgraceful and there is no excuse or justification for his unethical actions towards certain members of vvff. Reading that letter had me on his side feeling bad for him but then I realized that's what vv wants...people to feel bad for him, he wants to be the victim...

There's no free rides in life vinnie, nobody rides for free.

[vvjunkie]

I cried for days after I read this it made me think of my dad who passed away years ago. How much I missed him. I thought how sad it was for him not to be there for his dad but yet he had every chance to make up with his dad I did with mine. Vinnie everytime you opened up to us I felt that pain. We all have times in our life when we think we are the only one that hurts. We all hurt we all bleed the same and our tears fall down like raindrops make us not hurt and show us the Vinnie that made us turn the volume up and blow our speaker's once again with your music.

Vinnie,

Sometimes the gift we have to give
seems very small indeed.
But often its the little things
That fill the greatest need.
A shielding hand to break a fall,
A smile, a warm handshake
Are help for all our weakness
That serve for goodness sake.
Encouragement or words of praise
Are loadstone filled with power
That swing the pendulum of hope.
Through that sustaining hour
Sometimes the one who climb the hill
Just needs a little shove
An earnest prayer in his behalf
Will lift two souls above
no person is too small or poor
To do some thoughtful thing
the little grace notes that you add
May make a sad heart sing
Kindness is the language spoken
That every kindred knows
And from each little seed we sow
A sweet remembrance grows.

Vinnie I shared this with you once remember the emotions we felt together with it.

[PinkWiz]

I do feel bad for him but damn, he is so fukn "woe is me" and the bit about blaming others just shows, yet again, where his head is at. The dude loves to sit around and feel sorry for himself.

[Sandimas]

fuzzy boyz got this for you.

I am not happy with you. You really know how to push that "sacred" little button I try to keep hidden and safe from people like you. My problem is that you are alone in the "people like you" category, which is reserved for people whose hearts beat unconditionally for jerks like me. If I had one dollar for everytime you were there for me when I needed someone to save me in my darkest hour, I would have been able to release my music to every heart who thirst and hunger for my emotions. I know you were talking about my dad, Al. My dad was one hell of a special man who I knew was one of God's favorite creations. I knew God was so proud of "Al". He labored hard from sun up to long hours in the night just to keep the bills paid in our 4 room apartment in Bridgeport Connecticut. His greatest desire was to have me and my twin sisters Donna and Diane live in joy and happiness so he constantly showered us with presents and toys and made our life on Garfield avenue, Christmas everyday; especially my little life. He spent his last dollar buying me toys I desperately wanted. When I fell in love with the guitar, he worked and worked until he had enough money to buy me the electric guitar I wanted and the amplifier. My dad was constantly sick and diseased all his life. His illness was untreatable and unknown at the time when I was eight years old, some 51 years ago. So my young life was limited to hospitals, chapels and prayers asking God to keep my loving Dad alive to be with me. I remember vividly in 1960, when I was just 8 years old, my dad just got out of the hospital from a life saving surgery that could only be performed by specialists in another state far away. Mom, sisters and me got word he lived through his surgery which I was convinced was God's work after hearing my prayers in the hospital chapel. Not home a month, Dad took me rock collecting inside a quarry in upstate Connecticut to find special rocks for my collection that I kept in a our dining room. That was who my dad was. Always giving to others regardless of his hardship. Despite his pain which had not yet healed he helped me find lovely rocks which I still have to this day. My mom, Diane and Donna and I had a long and special journey with my dad all of our lives, so he was not someone we took for granted. He was always there for me in my later years and encouraged me when I felt lost, when I felt I couldn't go another day, when all hope was lost and when I thought life had abandoned me. He gave me reason to keep going, to be the warrior and keep fighting, no matter what obstacles lay before me. He instilled the courage in me, which I knew lived in him. We cherished our dad and what he meant to us, because somehow throughout our prayers of our young life, God let my Dad live until he was 75 years old, a miracle we had not expected all those years ago. Despite our love, a terrible disagreement in the 1990's separated father and son and we never spoke again. Without my knowing, my dad died in 2003 after a failed surgery. I never knew he died. I lost contact with my mom, and sisters and daughters for many years until my arrest, when strangely they showed up to be at my side. That night in that cold cell, I felt my dad's presence was with me. I remember whispering that I loved him, and asked him to ask God to free me. "I wasn't there that morning, when my father passed away, I didn't get to tell him all the things I had to say.... I just wish I could have told him in the living years " So I'm still waiting for my dream I dare to dream to come true. This is for you Dad. I love you, Vinnie

[Sandimas]

Just keeping the quote in case Burt does his usual delete trick...

[metatron]

Nice one Tina. Hope he appreciates your kind thoughts.

[doppelganger]

Wonder what Vinnie's falling out with his father was about. Maybe it all come about when Vinnie was hanging out with his cousin in New Orleans. Maybe Vinnie's father did not approve of Vinnie's Cousin's lifestyle choices. Maybe Vinnie's Cousin was a bad influence of Vinnie. May have introduced him to the dark side.

[doublev2]

That's what burt said too.

[metatron]

What lifestyle choice would you be referring to

[doublev2]

From what I heard his dad wouldnt speak with him from way way back, but that's just what I heard and may not be true. When his dad died he didn't show or send flowers according to his family and he did know too unlike his side where he he didn't know for a long time after.

[vvjunkie]

Wonder what Vinnie's falling out with his father was about. Maybe it all come about when Vinnie was hanging out with his cousin in New Orleans. Maybe Vinnie's father did not approve of Vinnie's Cousin's lifestyle choices. Maybe Vinnie's Cousin was a bavid influence of Vinnie. May have introduced him to the dark side.

Vinnie's cousin is a good person I'm friends with him and worked with him years ago.

[metatron]

Yer, know what your saying vvjunkie, but maybe Vinnie's father didn't see it that way.