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Sunday, June 04, 2006

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Best friends hang tough. They dont come with fragile stickers & arnt easily scared or ticked off. Best friends help you out whenever they can, make time for you even when they dont have any, and trust your friendship enough to say, "no." Best friends are cross-your-heart and hope-to-die, good-times and bad-times, borrow anything. tell you everything, trust you with their deepest, darkest, secrets. always and forever friends.

you don't go to middle school
to find your husband, you go
to find your bridesmaids.

Friends are the ones that prove
if you had nothing else in the world
except them..you'd still have it ALL.

 

true strength is being able to hold it all together
when no one would blame you for falling apart..

I want a friend i can go to with mascara running down my face & the first thing she says is WHOS BUTT AM I KICKIN?

FACTS OF LIFE :
1. at least 5 people in this world
love you so much
that
they`d die for you.
2. at least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep.
4.
you mean the world to someone.
5. someone that you don`t even know exists; loves you.
6. a smile from you can bring happiness to anyone..
even if they don`t like you.

we fall for boys who
give us pretty words
&& false hope

i wonder if the sun has risen where you
are. it's morning time,
i miss your hands on my skin
this bed's too big without you.

 

his clothes on the floor
underwear silverlined
the smell of lavender and tar
brings me down
and if the telephone should ring
god knows it could never be him

 

do you believe in love at first sight?
i think you do.
lying naked under the covers.
those were the best days of my life.

 

maybe you belong to someone,
maybe you have finally met them,
maybe smoke belongs in the sky,
maybe i hate it when you cry.

 

damn this destiny and damn this
twist of fate. and damn, it's 5 am, and i'm
still awake. you're haunting me.

 

everybody's got something for me to do.
and my head's filled with thoughts of
everything but you. cause i never listen to
anything you say and i fall in
submission to everything but you.

 

i walk through the hallways at school
& laugh at the boys i used to like.
because not one of them even comes
close to you.

 

i heard that you were looking for prey.
hungry for a differnet girl everyday.
but you were so sly in coming in.
i wouldn't fight. i let you win.

 

with love, you should go ahead and take
the risk of getting hurt because
love is an amazing feeling.

 

i'm not perfect. i'll annoy you,
tick you off, say stupid things
and then take them back.
but put all of that aside,
you'll never find a girl who cares
about you more than me.

 

you say hello,
inside i'm screaming i love you.
you say goodnight,
in my mind i'm sleeping next to you.

 

this 10:00 AM cup of coffee
has me feeling so sophisticated.
and well, it almost makes me feel
like i don't need you
but i swear to god i do.

 

a thousand miles seems pretty far,
but they've got planes & trains & cars,
i'd walk to you if i had no other way.

 

walk me down the street
sit me on your front porch swing
and sing me something sweet
until i fall asleep.

 

well this town has closed down way too
early & theres nothing to do, so i'm  drivin
around in circles, thinking about you.

 

i find myself always wanting to talk to
you. and this isn't really a problem.
i'm just scared i'll talk everything out of
you, &oh boy, you say the prettiest words.

 

i figured it out; why you're so scared
to be my friend. because you know talking
to me would lead you to falling for me
again. and you wouldn't dare to let
yourself do that again.

 

i'm sitting under falling stars.
do you miss me where you are?

Don't try so hard because the good things come when you least expect them.


I can't wait until it's officially us.
I can't wait to tell the world about us.


Sometimes its hard to know where I stand,
It's hard to know where I am,
Well, maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand

You said it would last forever, but forever came too soon.


These years have passed us by
So fast it seems like we never got the chance
To realize how good life really was
And let the moment last
And it feels like it was only yesterday
When we walked into this place
And said "I can't wait till I get out of here"
And now as we walk down this aisle
With four years all rolled up in a scroll
You can't help but think
"Hey, Where did the time go?"


Sometimes the time just slips away, and you're left with yesterday, left with the memories.

chasing everyone and trying to fix everything. But it's not giving up, it's realizing that you don't need certain people and all of their crap.


People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a road trip away.


As long as you have memories, yesterday remains. As long as you have hope, tomorrow awaits. As long as you have friendship, today is beautiful.

People may forget what you did, or what you said, but they won't forget how you made them feel.


I lost
myself in your eyes again.
This isn't the first or last time.
And you haven't a clue as to how radiant you are.


It'll be okay in the end, and if it's not okay, then it's not the end.


Loving someone is giving them the chance to hurt you but trusting them not to

Its strange how the shortest words .. yes and no
Are   the   ones   that   take   the  most   thought

Its funny how much people change, & They don't even realize it

Everyone needs a friend, When they
Think    they'll   never   smile    again

Behind every girls smile is a boy who put it there

Im not stupid - I just lack commen sense
Im not a poser - I just like all types of clothes
I don't ignore you - I just dont give a crap
Im not a bitch - Im just honest
Im not mean - Your just weak
Im not insecure - I just dont trust people

You wanna no who your true friends are
Mess    up   &   See   whose   still  there

Sometimes what your looking for, Is right where you left it

Sometimes you meet someone, And before you know
Their  name,  Before  you  know  where  they're  from
You  know  that  sometime  in the future,  This  person
Is       going      to      mean     something      to      you


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Monday, April 03, 2006

"Daddy's Day"

Her hair was up in a pony tail
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school,
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees,
a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats.

One by one the teacher called,
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing here alone.

"Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'll forever be in my heart"

With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.

And to her mother's amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.


Friday, March 31, 2006

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Moths are very ugly creatures. At least that is what I always thought until a reliable source told me otherwise. When I was about five or six years old, my brother Joseph and I stayed overnight at our Aunt Linda’s house, our favorite relative. She spoke to us like adults, and she always had the best stories.

Joseph was only four years old, and still afraid of the dark, so Aunt Linda left the door open and the hall light on when she tucked us in to bed. Joe couldn’t sleep, so he just lay there staring at the ceiling. Just as I dozed off to sleep, he woke me up and asked, “Jennie, what are those ugly things near the light?”(I had always liked that he asked me questions because I was older and supposed to know the answers. I didn’t always know the answers, of course, but I could always pretend I did.) He was pointing to the moths fluttering around the hall light. “They’re just moths, go to sleep,” I told him.

He wasn’t content with that answer, or the moths near his night light, so the next time my Aunt walked by the door he asked her to make the ugly moths go away. When she asked why, he said simply, “Because they’re ugly and scary, and I don’t like them! ”She just laughed, rubbed his head, and said, “Joe just because something is ugly outside doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful inside. Do you know why moths are brown?” Joe just shook his head.

“Moths are the most beautiful animals in the animal kingdom. At one time they were more colorful than the butterflies. They have always been helpful, kind, and generous creatures. One day the angels up in heaven were crying. They were sad because it was cloudy and they couldn’t look down upon the people on earth. Their tears fell down to the earth as rain. The sweet little moths hated to see everyone so sad. They decided to make a rainbow. The moths figured that if they asked their cousins, the butterflies, to help, they could all give up just a little bit of their colors and they could make a beautiful rainbow.

One of the littlest moths flew to ask the queen of the butterflies for help. The butterflies were too vain and selfish to give up any of their colors for neither the people nor the angels. So, the moths decided to try to make the rainbow themselves. They beat their wings very hard and the powder on them formed little clouds that the winds smoothed over like glass. Unfortunately, the rainbow wasn’t big enough so the moths kept giving a little more and a little more until the rainbow stretched all the way across the sky. They had given away all their color except brown, which didn’t fit into their beautiful rainbow.

Now the once colorful moths were plain and brown. The angels up in heaven saw the rainbow, and became joyous. They smiled and the warmth of their smiles shown down on the earth as sunshine. The warm sunshine made the people on earth happy and they smiled, too. Now every time it rains the baby moths, who still have their colors, spread them across the sky to make more rainbows.”

My brother sank off to sleep with that story and hasn’t feared moths since. The story my aunt told us had been gathering dust in the back corners of my brain for years, but recently came back to me.

I have a friend named Abigail who always wears gray clothes. She is also one of the most kind and generous people I’ve ever met. When people ask her why she doesn’t wear more colors she just smiles, that smile, and says, “Gray is my color.” She knows herself and she doesn’t compromise that to appease other people. Some may see her as plain like a moth, but I know that underneath the gray, Abigail is every color of the rainbow.


Friday, March 17, 2006

IT COULD HAPPEN

Shannon could hear the footsteps behind her as she walked toward home. The thought of being followed made her heart beat faster. "You're being silly," she told herself, "no one is following you." To be safe, she began to walk faster, but the footsteps kept up with her pace. She was afraid to look back and she was glad she was almost home. Shannon said a quick prayer, "God please get me home safe." She saw the porch light burning and ran the rest of the way to her house. Once inside, she leaned against the door for a moment, relieved to be in the safety of her home. She glanced out the window to see if anyone was there. The sidewalk was empty.

After tossing her books on the sofa, she decided to grab a snack and get on-line. She logged on under her screen name ByAngel213. She checked her Buddy List and saw GoTo123 was on. She sent him an instant message:

ByAngel213: Hi I'm glad you are on! I thought someone was following me home today. It was really weird!

GoTo123: LOL You watch too much TV. Why would someone be following you? Don't you live in a safe neighborhood?

ByAngel213: Of course I do. LOL I guess it was my imagination cuz' I didn't see anybody when I looked out.

GoTo123: Unless you gave your name out on-line. You haven't done that have you?

ByAngel213: Of course not. I'm not stupid you know.

GoTo123: Did you have a softball game after school today?

ByAngel213: Yes and we won!!

GoTo123: That's great! Who did you play?

ByAngel213: We played the Hornets. LOL. Their uniforms are so gross! They look like bees. LOL

GoTo123: What is your team called?

ByAngel213: We are the Canton Cats. We have tiger paws on our uniforms. They are really kewl.

GoTo123: Did you pitch?

ByAngel213: No I play second base. I got to go. My homework has to be done before my parents get home. I don't want them mad at me. Bye

GoTo123: Catch you later.. Bye

Meanwhile......

GoTo123 went to the member menu and began to search for her profile. When it came up, he highlighted it and printed it out. He took out a pen and began to write down what he knew about Angel so far.

Her name: Shannon

Birthday: Jan. 3, 1985

Age:13

State where she lived: North Carolina

Hobbies: softball, chorus, skating and going to the mall. Besides this information, he knew she lived in Canton because she had just told him. He knew she stayed by herself until 6:30 p.m. every afternoon until her parents came home from work. He knew she played softball on Thursday afternoons on the school team, and the team was named the Canton Cats. Her favorite number 7 was printed on her jersey. He knew she was in the seventh grade at the Canton Junior High School. She had told him all this in the conversations they had on-line. He had enough information to find her now.

Shannon didn't tell her parents about the incident on the way home from the ball park that day. She didn't want them to make a scene and stop her from walking home from the softball games. Parents were always overreacting and hers were the worst. It made her wish she was not an only child. Maybe if she had brothers and sisters, her parents wouldn't be so overprotective.

By Thursday, Shannon had forgotten about the footsteps following her. Her game was in full swing when suddenly she felt someone staring at her. It was then that the memory came back. She glanced up from her second base position to see a man watching her closely. He was leaning against the fence behind first base and he smiled when she looked at him. He didn't look scary and she quickly dismissed the fear she had felt. After the game, he sat on a bleacher while she talked to the coach. She noticed his smile once again as she walked past him. He nodded and she smiled back. He noticed her name on the back of her shirt. He knew he had found her. Quietly, he walked a safe distance behind her. It was only a few blocks to Shannon's home, and once he saw where she lived he quickly returned to the park to get his car. Now he had to wait. He decided to get a bite to eat until the time came to go to Shannon's house. He drove to a fast food restaurant and sat there until time to make his move.

Shannon was in her room later that evening when she heard voices in the living room. "Shannon, come here," her father called. He sounded upset and she couldn't imagine why. She went into the room to see the man from the ballpark sitting on the sofa. "Sit down," her father began, "this man has just told us a most interesting story about you."

Shannon moved cautiously to a chair across from the man. How could he tell her parents anything? She had never seen him before today!

"Do you know who I am Shannon?" The man asked

"No", Shannon answered.

"I am a police officer and your online friend, GoTo123."

Shannon was stunned. "That's impossible! GoTo is a kid my age! He's 14 and he lives in Michigan!"

The man smiled. "I know I told you all that, but it wasn't true. You see Shannon there are people on-line who pretend to be kids; I was one of them. But while others do it to find kids and hurt them, I belong to a group of parents who do it to protect kids from predators. I came here to find you to teach you how dangerous it is to give out too much information to people on-line. You told me enough about yourself to make it easy for me to find you. Your name, the school you went to, the name of your ball team and the position you played. The number and name on your jersey just made finding you a breeze."

Shannon was stunned. "You mean you don't live in Michigan?"

He laughed. "No, I live in Raleigh. It made you feel safe to think I was so far away, didn't it?" She nodded. "I had a friend whose daughter was like you. Only she wasn't as lucky. The guy found her and murdered her while she was home alone. Kids are taught not to tell anyone when they are alone, yet they do it all the time on-line. The wrong people trick you into giving out information a little here and there on-line. Before you know it, you have told them enough for them to find you without even realizing you have done it. I hope you've learned a lesson from this and won't do it again."

"I won't," Shannon promised solemnly.

"Will you tell others about this so they will be safe too?"

"It's a promise!" That night Shannon and her dad and Mom all knelt down together and prayed. They thanked God for protecting Shannon from what could have been a tragic situation.


Thursday, March 16, 2006

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 As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so
I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a
crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.
  
   The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the
return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue.  Then
I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.
  
   It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue
stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John"
letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the
writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it.  Even so, she
wrote that she would always love him.
   
   It was signed, Hannah.
  
   It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name
Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information,
the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.
  
   "Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the
owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a
phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?"
  
   She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you
the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my
story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few
minutes and then she was back on the line.  "I have a party who will speak
with you."
  
   I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the
name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!"
  
   "Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked.
  
   "I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some
years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter."
  
   She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.
  
   I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.
  
   This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a
big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a
letter that was almost 60 years old?

   Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us. "
  
   Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her.
"Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in
the day room watching television."
  
   I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a
guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large
building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.
  
   She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in
her eye.
  
   I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second
she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took
a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever
had with Michael."
  
   She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, "I loved
him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too
young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor."
  
   "Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you
should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a
moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she said
smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no
one ever matched up to Michael..."
  
   I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor
and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to
help you?"
  
   I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I
think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find
the owner of this wallet."
  
   I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red
lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute!
That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that bright red
lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at
least three times."
  
   "Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake.
  
   "He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's
wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks."
  
   I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her
what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on.  I prayed
that Mr. Goldstein would be up.
  
   On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day
room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."
  
   We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!"
  
   "This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?"
  
   I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with
relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this
afternoon. I want to give you a reward."
  
   "No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the
letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."
  
   The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?"
  
   "Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."
  
   He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged.
  
   "She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly.
  
   The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where
she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. "
  
   "Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me."
  
   We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened
and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where
Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to
her.
  
   "Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in
the doorway. "Do you know this man?"
  
   She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word.
Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do you
remember me?"
  
   She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!"
He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with
tears streaming down our faces.
  
   "See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works!  If it's meant to be, it will
be."
  
   About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home.
"Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"
  
   It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed
up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked
beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall.  They made me their
best man.
  
   The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a
76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had
to see this couple.
  
   A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.    



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