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Monday, February 27, 2012

Atheist or Agnostic

Richard Dawkins who is recognized at a "Big Time" Atheist, admits that he "can't be sure" there is no God.

Go here to read the article.


Wednesday, February 08, 2012

My Name Is Crystal Meth

I destroy homes. I tear families apart.
I take your children, and that’s just the start.

I’m more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold.
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.

If you need me, remember I’m easily found.
I live all around you - in school and in town.

I live with the rich. I live with the poor.
I live down the street and maybe next door.

I’m made in a lab, but not like you think.
I can be made under the kitchen sink,

in your child’s closet, and even in the woods.
If this scares you to death well it certainly should.

My power is awesome. Try me and you’ll see.
But if you do, you may never break free.

Just try me once and I might let you go.
But try me twice, and I’ll own your soul.

When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie.
You do what you have to—just to get high.

The crimes you’ll commit for my narcotic charms
will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms.

You will lie to your mother. You’ll steal from your dad.
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.

But, you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised.
I’ll be your conscience. I’ll teach you my ways.

I take kids from parents, and parents from kids.
I turn people from God, and separate friends.

I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride.
 I’ll be with you always—right by your side.

You’ll give up everything - your family, your home,
your friends, and your money. Then you’ll be alone.

I’ll take and take til you have nothing more to give.
 When I’m finished with you, you’ll be lucky to live.

If you try me be warned - this is no game.
 If given the chance I’ll drive you insane.

I’ll ravish your body. I’ll control your mind.
I’ll own you completely. Your soul will be mine.

The nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed.
The voices you’ll hear from inside your head.

The sweats, the shakes, and the visions you will see,
 I want to you know, are all gifts from me.

By then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart,
 that you are mine and we shall not part.

You’ll regret that you tried me. They always do.
 But, you came to me, not I to you.

You knew this would happen. Many times you were told.
But, you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.

You could have said no, and just walked away.
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?

I’ll be your master. You will be my slave.
I’ll even go with you when you go to your grave.

Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It’s all up to you.

I have many names, but there’s one you know best.
I’m sure you’ve heard of me, my name is Crystal Meth.

I can bring you more misery than words can tell.
Come take my hand. Let me lead you to hell.

Valentine

Friday, February 03, 2012

This Is What True Love is All About

It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, When an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation I asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease.

As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. I was surprised, and asked him. "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and said. "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."

True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

"The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything that comes along their way."