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| i often wondered, what it would be like, if i could fight the good fight and right what's right / i might, lay to rest my demons, insecurities and strife / cast them away into a sea of pain and light / i always thought that no one would be there / no cares, just stares during my frequent dispare / no one to share my pain, my glories and complaints / my stories and my faith, too caught up in, a world of shame / but then i met you and the story unfolds / you showed me a better life filled with joy and love, much warmer than cold / i knew then, with you, i wanted to grow old / never more would i doubt, the truth, that i was told / holding you close and feeling your warmth / melt the ice and snow, make a brotha, hot from cold / melding, color tones, covered in a, sweaty glow / mutual pleasure on the bedroom floor / i just want you to know, you're much more than said / my pain was dead, kept me here when i might've fled / you light my path, we shared blood and tears / smoke and fire, thick and thin, throughout these years... -- jlising |
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| i work at a retirement home. i encounter many old people - some mean and some that are very sweet. there was only one in particular that made me feel truely welcome on my first days on the job. her name was opal holm. she was a sweet old lady who always was very patient when that food was late and she was very polite when she didn't like something. she also had a kind heart and was, in my opinion, one in a million. i recently had to take off work so the last time i saw her she was doing well. it wasn't until i came back from a long break that i found out that she had died. my mind went blank when a friend told me she had died a week before. all sorts of things went through my mind - i didn't get to say hi or goodbye, i never had the chance to talk to her like i always did, etc. then i started thinking about her, she had so much good in her heart. it makes me sad when i think about her but it makes me even happier that she's up there with god. and now is the reason why i wrote this. it's a simple dedication to a sweet old lady who wore a ring with an opal stone in it just so everyone could remember her name - even though it wasn't needed. her kindness and respect for everyone else grants her so much respect from me. SO now here's the good part, you can help honor her by passing this on to anyone you know who has a good heart. make those you cherish know that you hold a special place in your heart for them. you don't have to pass it if you don't want to; no one gets any money, it's just to be nice. one last piece of advice, live life to it's fullest. live each day like there is no tomorrow because one day they might be gone. and you'll never have the chance to say goodbye......to opal holm, a beautiful person inside and out. thank you for your kindness. sarah lising --taken from an email 11.22.99 |
| "life isn't about keeping score. it's not about how many people call you and it's not about who you've dated, are dating, or haven't dated at all. it isn't about who you've kissed, what sport you play, or which guy or girl likes you. it's not about your shoes or your hair or the color of your skin or where you live or go to school. in fact, it's not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges that accept you or not. life isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it's not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. life just isn't about that. but life is about who you love and who you hurt. it's about how you feel about yourself. it's about trust, happiness, and compassion. it's about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. it's about what you say and what you mean. it's about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. most of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. these choices are what life's about..." |
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| "In fighting one learns how to avoid fighting." -- Bruce Lee |