|
|
 |
|
| | Aaaawww! She's So Sweet | | | Wednesday, August 19, 2009 (12:04 AM)
(I'm feeling touched) | |
I was dropping off my sister in Uxbridge when I decided to treat myself to a frozen yogurt. I was in a grumpy mood because my doctor is making me get blood work every 2 weeks for the rest of the year... just because it's been 2 1/2 months since my last check up, hee hee, I'm bad. :)
Anyway I went into this little shop on main street and this sweet little elderly lady was behind the counter. She had the biggest smile so I couldn't help but smile back. She had snow white hair and a little round face. She struck up a conversation with me and I have to say she is the kindest person I ever met. She must have called me sweetie at least a hundred times, ha ha and I loved it. Who doesn't like to be called sweetie, I do it all the time. I say do unto others, that's my life's motto. She was just so sweet I could have eaten her up, ha ha but I didn't because that would be weird, ha ha. After talking to her my grumpy mood disappeared, how could it not, ha ha. I hope you meet someone like her when your spirits are down. Bye for now.
Ps... she makes the most awesome shortbread cookies ever, yum yum! | | | 29 Views | 8  Thumbs Up | 5 Comments |  |
|
|
| | Shouldn't have picked up that hitch hiker | | | Tuesday, June 30, 2009 (11:26 PM)
(I'm feeling grateful) | | Hi everyone! :D
Yes it's me... hey stop rolling your eyes I can see you, this is important. Okay, I don't know what happened because I NEVER EVER pick up a hitch hiker. I don't care if you are a female or male or a 6 year old child. I know that sounds mean but you never know... that child could be like that scary kid from The Omen. That movie still freaks me out. Of course if I did see a child on the side of the road I would stop and call the police.
Anyway it's not too late but late enough and I see this girl up ahead hitch hiking. When she sees me she gets on her hands and knees and puts her hands up like she is praying. I drive by mouthing the words I'm sorry like I always do and I notice she does the same thing but she's facing me as I'm driving away. I'm thinking okay she looks harmless and she looks like she really needs a ride. Against my better judgement I stop and pick her up.
She jumps into the front seat and she starts thanking me. She seems really friendly and she's making jokes and we're laughing so I relax. She says she's been hitch hiking and hasn't seen a car for hours. Well I thought that was strange because this road is usually pretty busy. Then I ask her where's she going. She says just up here. Okay now my spidey sense is tingling. If she is just going up the road then why didn't she walk, she is either the laziest woman in the world or I'm in big trouble.
My heart starts beating faster and I feel sick to my stomach. So I arrive at the destination and pull over to the side of the road but made sure I was under a street lamp. She says ...oh it's just up here a little further do you mind? I very nicely told her that this was as far as I could take her and it was nice meeting her. I knew the street lights didn't go much farther and there was a dirt road up a head. She looks around and doesn't move. There is no one around. She says... What if I don't want to get out? I say...I'm sorry what did you say? Okay I heard her but was hoping that if I pretended I didn't hear her she would say nothing and get out.
She said she wasn't getting out of my car. By now my heart is beating so fast I think it's going to explode. I look directly at her and start screaming that SHE IS getting out of my car and that if she didn't I would scratch out her bleeping eyes. As you all know by now I don't swear, not even a little bit. Well once in my school but it didn't count because I was quoting something from a movie. Anyway as I'm screaming at her I'm throwing in all kinds of made up swear words and I won't stop screaming. I know I sound like some sort of lunatic but I didn't care, I just want her out of my car. It must have worked because she tells me to calm down, she's just kidding. I scream at her to get out of my car now and I continue screaming until she finally gets out. I drive away as fast as possible.
I can't breathe, I feel sick to my stomach, who knows what she would have done to me, I know I will have bad dreams for weeks. I'm so glad to be home! I am so grateful for my friends and family.The police can't do anything because she didn't actually do anything to me but they would send a patrol car out in the area. I will NEVER NEVER EVER pick up a hitch hiker again! I strongly advise you to do the same. | | | | 50 Views | 2 Thumbs Up | 1 Comment | |
|
|
| | Question about sexuality. | | | Sunday, August 3, 2008 (8:20 AM)
(I'm feeling curious) | |
Most gay and lesbian people will tell you being gay is not a choice. Most scientific organizations also believe that homosexuality is not a choice, that biology plays some role. The National Mental Health Association says, “Most researchers believe sexual orientation is complex, and that biology plays an important role. This means that many people are born with their sexual orientation, or that it’s established at an early age.”
No one really knows why some people are gay or lesbian and others are straight or bisexual. But what we do know is that homosexuality has existed all throughout history and is present in birds and mammals, as well as humans.
But is Being Gay a Choice? Certainly those who believe homosexuality is a sin say it’s a choice. Even some gay and lesbian people believe being gay is a choice. Most, however, believe that they were born gay or lesbian. The honest answer is, we think being gay is not a choice, but there hasn’t been any conclusive studies to prove it.
But what do you think about the issue? Do you think being gay or lesbian is a choice? Or do you think otherwise...?
| | | | 121 Views | 12 Thumbs Up | 6 Comments | |
|
|
| | i waffle Savannah Banana. [: | | | Monday, June 23, 2008 (5:58 PM)
(I'm feeling happy) | | i waffle Savannah Banana <3
2.14.08
i don't know what i'd do without this girl, i'd probably fall over and die if i didn't have her in my life. she is always there for me [:D] and she puts a HUGE smile on my face. me and her have so much in common, that i wouldn't know where to begin. we might not be the most talkative people and/or couple, but the silence doesn't bother me {: i know she loves me either way. she is the nicest, sweetest and most greatest person EVER known to existence [: she gives me this crazy but amazing feeling that i don't think that i have ever felt before. she makes me feel like i'm on top of the world. she probably has no idea how much she means to me. i am so grateful to have a girlfriend like her. she is amazing.adoring.loving.caring.passionate.romantic.responsible.mature. childish but we love being childish together. she is everything i looked for. everything i been searching for. she is life within itself. the wind beneath my wings. she is everything i ever wanted. her name is Savannah. my life, my salvation, my everything. my girlfriend. she is my best friend, my companion. the person i want to spend the rest of my life with. i'll take a bullet for her. all i can honestly say is, i love you! [:
| | | | 110 Views | 4 Thumbs Up | 2 Comments | |
|
|
| | The Sacrifice | | | Tuesday, May 20, 2008 (11:49 AM)
(I'm feeling indescribable) | | The Sacrifice
I want to tell you about this guy I know. He uhh... well, he died a while ago, and the way it all happened was pretty cruddy. Guess I sort of feel responsible for it. And I guess for any of this to make any sense I'd better start from the beginning.
Though he was a genuinely nice guy, and didn't do a thing to deserve it, people still chose to hate him. He was pushed to the very edge of society and lumped in with the worst dregs we could offer - whores and crimes and bums - simply because those that were better off didn't get what he was on about.
This guy knew first hand what it felt like to be looked down on; he knew what it was like to be paid-out to his face. He knew what it was to be shut up to have his ideas silenced because nobody who was anybody could've cared less. His parents didn't know what to do with him, because they didn't understand him either. He had it tough, but he didn't mind all that much.
He would always be found on the streets, normally with a few close friends, mostly those who had just left their jobs and didn't have any place to go. Now and then there would be a crowd of stragglers who joined him, too. Let me tell you, this guy loved to talk. He would talk about a lot of things, and those around him that listened took a lot of what he said to heart. They saw sense in what he was saying, and they could relate to him, because when he spoke they felt that he truly understood them and their needs and worries and cares... When the talking stopped, they would normally share a meal together, and even if there wasn’t enough to go around, this guy always managed to make sure that everyone had something to keep them going. Like I said, he was a nice guy.
He also helped people that couldn't help themselves - the sick, the homeless, the downcast... He had a way with them, you could say, and a lot of them actually got better just because he’d stopped to give a hand. In the end he had made good with a large number of people, and they continued to follow him around, watching and learning and finding peace. But, because this guy had done everything his own way, somewhere in the process he had managed to rub a few people the wrong way, and for that it was enough to see him dead.
They found no wrong in him, but they killed him all the same. They wanted to. They delighted in it. Savored his torment.
Crucify him, they said. Splay him over a couple of unfinished timber planks. He wont reach? Dislocate his arms. Ram some thick iron spikes through his hands and feet be sure to sever the tendons, break the bones, spill the blood and bruise the flesh, and let him stand on a block so that he, and his pain, can last longer.
I thought to myself, what had this man done to deserve such an end? It just didn't make sense, and didn't seem right. I wanted to scream. I wanted to stop them from doing what they were, and yet I deftly stood there. Silent. The guy that Id given nothing too, and yet owed the world, nailed to the sky like a painting to a wall; depicting in his face all the misery and desperation of man at once. He was a guy, but he was more than just that.
A woman knelt at the foot of his cross, rocking and weeping. Was weeping, now wailing. She cried out and all time stood still. Her words hung on my heart like a lead weight.
He is despised and rejected by men. A man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. And we hid, as it were, our faces from Him; He was despised, and we did not esteem him He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed. He was oppressed and He was afflicted, yet He opened not His mouth; He was led as a lamb to the slaughter.
Her words, I knew, echoed down the generations from Isaiah himself, and were meant for this very moment. The man I now recognized as the Sacrifice and my one true Salvation raised his head, and with his outstretched hands he offered up a prayer for me. He found my gaze, and whispered to my heart:
It is finished.
Jesus knew temptation. He knew failure. He knew pain. He knew death. Everything we as mankind have experienced at one time or another. He knows what its like not to be accepted or understood. He knows what its like to be despised for what you stand for. He knows what it is to be human. He fought for the underdog, and He died for you.
The End. | | | | 106 Views | 4 Thumbs Up | 2 Comments | |
|
|
| | The Problem With Pets...... | | | Sunday, May 18, 2008 (6:07 AM)
(I'm feeling sad) | | The problem is you fall in love with them and they just
don't stay with you long enough.
Dixie passed away this morning.
It was not unexpected and it was quiet and painless.
Still.
She was a good cat.
| | | | 120 Views | 6 Thumbs Up | 3 Comments | |
|
|
| | what God saved me from... | | | Monday, May 12, 2008 (3:03 PM)
(I'm feeling thankful) | |
Check it out - late last year i was involved in a car roll-over. myself and 3 friends were driving in one of their cars along a dirt road. we weren't going fast and were being quite responsible.
That being said, we came around a sweeping bend and hit some loose gravel, loosing control (via over-correction) and flying up an enbankment on the left-hand side of the road. We flipped at least 2 and a half times, smashing in the roof, doors, ripping tyres off, smashing all the windows, and generally messing the car up big time. We landed on our left side, spun nose to tail and slid backwards into a tree. anything that wasn't tied down was strewn about the car for a 5 meter radius. I managed to call for help (amazingly had signal in the remote area), before my friends and I climbed out of the doors and/or new opening, ie. the absence of a rear window made for a convenient exit.
So there I am, covered head to toe in dust, rubbing my head as the roof had smashed in almost a foot where i was sitting (front passenger seat) thinking myself extremely blessed to only receive a few painful eggs. the most serious injury was a suspected vertebrae displacement (later turning out to be just sore), with which we made sure she went in the ambulance along with the driver, who was in serious shock.
Let me tell all of you who have not been in an accident like this before; it is not very nice. You have no time to react, and the whole thing is over within a second or two (none of this slow motion, life flashing before your eyes crap). nevertheless, i can recall thinking to myself, "Were going to be ok, I know God has me."
And He did. I walked away from a crash that was, according to the auto-wreckers in town, one of the worst non-fatal roll overs they had seen, sporting only a mere set of "horns" (donned so by the then hysterical driver).
How could I be so sure that I was going to pull through ? that I was going to walk away from it all? because I knew my life was not supposed to end then and there. I knew that I am going to amount to something much greater, just as God has planned. My faith in Him has strengthened and grown as a result, and there isn't a day that goes by that I'm ungreatful for the life I have through Jesus Christ my Saviour.
God bless you all, and remember... He always has you in His best interests.
| | | | 176 Views | 26 Thumbs Up | 14 Comments | |
|
|
| |
|
|
|
