What really matters!
Mood:  down
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The song link posted above is a must hear. Grab a box of tissues, and really think on what the song is saying. Narrarated by a little girl who misses her daddy who is away at war, this song really cluches the heart strings.

As Americans we must wake up to the profound realization that our world is becoming more and more hostile as the days pass. Some say it is a sign of the times, while others try to forget what happens around them. Turning on the news, it is likely that we see news on kidnapped, murdered or raped children. The 6:00 news covers more fallen soliders, and while we sit at home in our safety (that they bravely gave us) we forget the wife and kids that they leave behind. We forget why we went to war in the first place. We hear on the news about young kids carring guns to school, in the attempt or reality of killing fellow kids and teachers. There is something wrong, and we can not afford to ignore it.

When we allow our Governement to act for the people we in fact give them autority to make decisions for us, and not with us. I am not saying over throw the Governement, on the other hand what I am saying is we need the Governement, but we need to work togeather hand in hand. Regardless of what side of the fence you are on, there is one common ground your standing on, and that is the side of the United States of America. We have to support our Government, and they have to hear our voice.

The world that we are creating today, is the world we leave our children tomorrow. There is to much violence, hate and ignorance that we MUST clean up. We must act not as voters persay, but as concerned Americans taking a stand.

I myself believe we are seeing a sign of the times, after all if you read Revelation the prophesy for endtimes is a clear picture of who things are today. Nation at war against Nation, Earth Quakes in Divers Places, devestating acts of Nature, and men against men.

Perhaps as you read that you think, well what we see today is just apart of life, and perhaps your right, however, that doesn't change the fact that we need to step up, and support our Country. We need to be the voice in our Government that matters. We need to change the way this country behaves.

**Return the Ten Commandments to the Courthouses.
**Allow those who want to Pray in school to Pray
**Allow the phrase "one nation under God" to be said by children in school.
**Remove our troops from Iraq
**Make the punishment of child crimes STIFF
**Make no tolerance laws agianst pedifiles
**Give the people a voice

Let me know what you think. What are things your concerned about, want to change, or fear. Post a comment about all you feel. Togeahter one by one we can make this country a better place.
GOD BLESS THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, OUR SOILDERS, AND OUR PEOPLE. AMEN

La vida Real
Mood:  sad
Esteban

This is an auto-biograpy of a boy who became a man, in the mountains of San Luis Potosi Mexico.

His father died in a farming accident leaving his mother to raise eight children, in a poor poverty stricken country. At the time of Mauro Alvarez' death, he was thirty-three years old. Esteban (biographer) was just three months old, and he mother Paula was pregant.

Esteban recieved his first pair of shoes when he was eleven years old. He began working to put food on the table at eight.

Paula's love and faith in family and God sustained them.
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This is a story of grief, anger, hurt, lose, and love. The truth of life in a poverty stricken country is overwhelming and powerful. This is a must read.

The walk
Mood:  sad


My Song




The call came in the middle of the night, a highway patrolman, called to inform the Jone's that their seventeen year old son, Mark, had been critically injured in a car accident. Connie could hardly breath as she woke her husband. "Dave, Mark had an accident. He was care flighted to Hope Memorial. Wake up, we have to do." She spoke with the voice of a humble child.

"He what." Dave managed.

"Come quick. The officer on the phone said it didn't look good."

Without putting on proper cloths, Connie and Dave, got in the van and drove to Hope Memorial. The nurse at the desk told them to wait in the waiting room. Mark was in surgery, the Nurse had no word on his current condition, however she did affirm the severity of his injuries.

Taking a seat in the waiting room, Connie noticed a young women, with a baby on her hip enter the emergency room. She was crying, and her infant son was cradled on her shoulder asleep, obvious to his grief stricken mother.

"My name is Melody Reynolds, my husband and son were just in a car accident and brought here. Can I see them please." She said in one breath.

"Ma'am, both your husband and son are here, if you will have a seat in the waiting room, I will call you when I get a hold of the doctor." The nurse said, with no sympathy.

The women came in to the waiting room, and sat across from Connie. Connie could hear the women, she was to that man in the sky. The God people invested all their faith. If there was a God watching over us, then why did we go through such stuff, Connie sat thinking.

"Mr and Mrs. Jones," a tall man in a white lab coat called. "my name is Doctor Lewis Scott, and I am your sons on call . The surgery was , but we did have to place a stint in his brain. He has many broken bones, but overall, I think with the stint, his recovery is expected. You may see him for five minutes. He is in ICU number 10." The doctor said pointing down the hall.
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.......... "Mrs. Reynolds. Would you please follow me?" The nurse asked, walking down the hallway. "This here," she said stopping at a door, is Doctor office. He was the for your husband Alex. Please go on in and have a seat. He will be with you in a few moments." The nurse said turning back, and walking to her station.

Before Melody had a chance to sit down, a walked in the door, by a short, chubby man in a long whit lab coat. Both men had sad expressions, and Melody new in an that her husband was gone. her first reaction was to scream, but all she could do was down at her sleeping child, as her tears fell onto his head.
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......."How is your son?" Came a small voice behind Connie.

"He is holding. Looks like it is not as bad as they once thought. How is your family." Connie said.

"My son, is holding in. He has several broken bones, and may never walk again, but he is alive. My husband however, did not make it. He was called home. I will keep your family in my prayers ma'am. By the way, my name is Melody Reynolds."

"Oh, I am so sorry to hear about your husband." Connie said for lack of what to say.

"It's going to hurt, and be hard for us left behind, but it is a wonderful thing really. My husband was a great man of God, I know where he went and he is better there. God had a special job for him to do, and I just must that God needed him more than us." Melody said in what appeared to be a peaceful manner.

"I suppose. I myself am no believer, but whatever gives you peace is what you must hold on to." Connie said, again looking taken back by this women.
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......."Mr. and Mrs. Jones, your son's condition has changed for the worse. We have to get him back to surgery ." The said shoeing them out of the room.
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......"Connie, I have looked for you everywhere, why are you here in chapel." Cave asks rather intrigued. They had been married twenty three years, and he had never seen Connie call on God once, let alone, enter a sanctuary.

"I just felt compelled I guess. Maybe that Reynolds women is getting to me." Connie said glancing back at the Bible on the pulpit.
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