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OH MY GOSH! Am I the only one who is tired of Winslow's whinning? If it's not one thing its another and all he does is complain. He doesn't feel like he's part of the team and Savage didn't call him, and his teammates treat him like " a piece of meat"...what??? Isn't that what women say when men makes crude comments to them about their bodies? He needs to man up and start taking responsibility for himself and his mistakes on the field. He says he does so much for this team, I would like some examples please cause as far as I'm concerned, he has the potential to be great but at this point, he's not.

GROW UP KELLEN!!!

This is beautiful! 
She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of
 the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is
 he going to be all right? When can I see him?'
 The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. 
We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.' 
Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer?
 Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my
 son needed you?' 
  
The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with
 your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes,
 before he's transported to the university.' 
  
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good
 bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick
 red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?'
 the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of
 the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to
 Sally. 
  
The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his
 body to the University for Study. He said it might help
 somebody else. 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said,
 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will
 help some other little boy spend one more day with his
 Mom.' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold.
 Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help
 others if he could.' 
  
Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the
 last time, after spending most of the last six months here.
 She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. 
  
The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter
 the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the
 plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.
 
  
She started placing the model cars and other personal
 things back in his room exactly where he had always kept
 them. She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow,
 cried herself to sleep. 
  
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her
 on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said: 
  
'Dear Mom, 
 
I know you're going to miss me; but don't think
 that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just
 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I
 will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday
 we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to
 adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's
 okay wit h me. He can have my room and old stuff to play 
with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably
 wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll
 have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. 
Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat
 place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and
 showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see
 everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them
 fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of
 his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus
 himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to
 sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody
 important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write
 you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I
 already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what
 Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to
 write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the
 angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said
 for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you
 asked Him where was He when I needed him?' 'God said
 He was in the same place with me, as when His son
 Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always
 is with all His children. 
  
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've
 written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank
 piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His
 pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the
 Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus
 for supper. I'm sure the food will be great. 
  
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore
 the cancer is all gone.. I'm glad because I couldn't
 stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me
 hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of
 Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special
 Delivery! How about that? 
  
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me. 
  
(Let's see Satan stop this one.) Take 60 seconds and
 repost this, within the hour, you will have caused a
 multitude of believers to pray to God for each other. Then
 sit back and feel the Holy Spirit work in your life for
 doing what you know God loves 'When you’re down to
 nothing, God is up to something.'
 Email this. Title: 
This is beautiful! Try not to cry.

I am so discusted, frustrated and a little scared. Last night my neighbors and I were sitting on our front porch having a beer and bs'ing when 3 teens, 2 boys and 1 girl, with a child came walking down the middle of the street yelling and screaming at the top of their lungs, it  was almost 10pm and my 19month old was sleeping so we asked them to tone it down a little because we had kids sleeping in the house. At that point the one boy stared cussin us out and sayin F that little B***h baby and all types of other crazy stuff, my one neighbor called the police cause the kids went two different directions. A few minutes later 15 boys came from one end and 14 or 15 girls and boys came from the other end of the street, mind you 3 of the girls had babies in strollers and it was almost 11 by then. They all came in front of our house, cops were called again, and started threatening us and throwing garbage cans, 2 of which hit my friend, one in the face and one in the chest, one girl came thru our gate and got in my face, but once she realized she was on my property she backed up and left our yard, They brought huge bricks with them to "bash our heads in", we called the poice 6 more times!!!! and were told by one dispatcher that " they will send the first available car" and when my friend said she had already been assulted twice, what's it gonna take for them to get here, a dead body?and since it was  30 on 3 and two of us were females and have a 19 month old and a 6 month old in the house, she said they'll be there as soon as they can. My friend told her well I hope you sleep well tonight and she replied I will I did my job! Then they started throwing rocks and bricks, which they brought with them, at our house and broke windows. five minutes later the police came creeping down the street without a care in the world. 45 minutes later, they show finally show up,  how ridiculous is that. We asked them if we would have taken action against these kids would we have been charged and they told us yes. So in essence we can't even protect our families and homes from these kids without going to jail ourselves. How is this right?

  To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...

but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.

I'm writting this from heave. Here I dwell with God above.

Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.

Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon, and night.

That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,

God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

"It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.

As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.

I need you here badly; you're a part of my plan.

There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.

And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.

And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.

God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years

because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.

But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.

Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.

But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.

But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.

I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are so many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;

but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.

It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...

that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somevody who's in sorrow and pain,

then you can say to God at night..."My day was not in vain."

And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,

knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

 

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,

just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.

when you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;

I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

 

And when it's time for you to go...from that body to be free,

remember you're not going....you're coming here with me.

 

Ruth Ann Mahaffrey (author)

Copyright 1998-2006

http:/www.ruthann1.com

 

My sincerest and heartfelt condolences go out to the Davis family. Being the mother of a soon to be six month old little girl, this really hit home and brings me to tears everytime I think of it.  Jessie and Chloe are in God's hands now and will always be watching over all of you. God bless and stay strong,   

Amelia and Chandala

This is a little late for Mother's day but I just found this. I was adopted when I was 13 months old and I knew at a very early age, my parents never hid it from me. I have always been ok with it and was just thankful that I was taken in by two of the most wonderful people you could ever meet. My mother gave me this poem a long time ago and maybe it will help others who have adopted or are adopted. 

My mother got this off the Dear Abby page and it was published in 1989; the author is unknown:

LEGACY OF AN ADOPTED CHILD

Once there were two woman who never knew each other, one you do not remember, the other you call mother. Two different lives shaped to make yours one. One became your guiding star, the other became your sun. The first gave you life, and the second taught you to live in it.  The first gave you a need for love, The second was there to give it. One gave you a nationality, the other gave you a name. One gave you the seed of talent, the other gave you an aim. One gave you emotions; The other calmed your fears. One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried your tears. One gave you up- it was all she could do. The other prayed for a child and God let her straight to you. And now you ask me through all your tears, the age old question through the years. Hereditary or environment- which are you the product of?  Neither, my darling- neither, just two different kinds of love.

 

I just heard they caught the kids who vandalized the church and I am so discusted. Did their parents not teach them that a church is sacraligous? Even if they do not believe in God, you still teach your kids to respect things like that. I hope they relize that God don't like ugly and this is not something to joke with. I think it is really sad that these kids have nothing better to do with their time than ruin Gods home.