In approximately 17 days and 2 hours, I’ll be off this island and in the air on my way to a nice vacay in DC! I’ve waited for this too long, and I can’t believe its almost here! Family time, shopping, sight seeing, college touring, & MOORE SHOPPING! I just need PATIENCE and that’s all! DC here I come! YAY :)
A 15 year old girl holds her 1 year old son, people call her a slut. But no one knew she was raped at 13. Make fun of someone for being fat, but you don't know that person has a serious medical condition that causes her to be fat. Call the old guy ugly, but you don't know if he got a serious face injury after serving the country or saving a life. Stop stereotyping and think before you start talking trash of others.
What is this feeling? Whenever a guy gets close to me, or anything of that sort, I’m not AT ALL interested. Maybe its because I’m not interested in guys of my age. I think the best thing for me now is to focus on school, and wait to find someone mature. Because I never find myself liking someone of my age. only older! What can I say? I’m too mature!
So tired of this complication! Talked w/ my girl Ris and we both caugh each other up on the shit thats been going on! Sometimes I just wanna say FUCK YOU LIFE! Now its time for a good nights rest, and pray for the best tomorrow!
Her hair was up in a ponytail Her favorite dress tied with a bow Today was Daddy's Day at school And she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, That she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, If she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; She knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates Of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, For her to face this day alone. And that was why once again, She tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school, Eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees, A dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, For everyone to meet Children squirming impatently, Anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher called, Each student from the class. To introduce their daddy, As seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, Every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, For a man who wasn't there. "Where's her daddy at?" She heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't have one" Another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, She heard a daddy say, "Looks like another deadbeat dad, Too busy to waste his day." The words did not offened her, As she smiled up at her mom. And looked back at her teacher, Who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, Slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, Came words incredibly unique. "My daddy couldn't be here, Because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, Since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy, And how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories He taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, And taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone. Cause my daddy's always with me Even though we are apart. I know because he told me, He'll forever be in my heart." With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, Beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, Her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, Who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love Of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, Doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, Staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, But its message clear and loud. "I love my daddy very much, He's my shining star. And if he could he'd be here, But heaven's just too far. You see he was a fireman And died just this past year. When airplanes hit the towers And taught Americans to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, It's like he never went away." And then she closes her eyes, And saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement, She witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, All starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they say before them, Who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, They saw him at her side. "I know you're with me Daddy." To the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, Of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, For each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose. And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, By the love of her shining bright star. And given the gift of believing, That heaven is never too far
So today I had a real good day! Went to lunch w/ my Big Sister, Reina. Then hang out some w/ mommy—w/o fighting! Then met up w/ my Uncle Tom who’s been a good family friend for a while, and still strong willed, and alert at the ripe age of 80! Hoping tonight will be just as good at dinner w/ Shirl! Cheers to good days!
THIS KID IN THE BACKGROUND IS MY LITTLE BROTHER JACOB FROM ORLANDO FLORIDA. AND AT THIS MOMENT HE IS MISSING. HE IS 11 YEARS OF AGE, 4’8, HE HAS MARKS ALL OVER HIS BODY, HIS EYEBROWS ALMOST FORM A UNIBROW, HE WAS BLACK HAIR, AND WAS LAST SEEN WITH HIS BLUE BIKE. MY FAMILY AND I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR A GOOD HOUR OR TWO. PLEASE DONT JUST LOOK AND SCROLL. PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG.
See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? ... He couldn't do it last night because he was too busy talking his best friend out of suicide. See that girl, with her face caked in make up? ... She's bullied, she needs to feel beautiful. See him, the one who wears long sleeves everyday? ... He covers his arms to hide the scars. See her, with the cheap, hand-me-down clothes? ... Her family can't afford food for half the month, let alone get brand names. See the girl who laughs and smiles at every little thing? ... She cries herself to sleep every night. Wonder why she never lets her friends over her house? ... Because she's afraid they'll see her dad passed out drunk on the floor, as always. See how that girl cringes at rape jokes? ... She was raped. See the boy who everyone goes to for advice? ... He wishes someone would do the same for him. See the girl who never brings a lunch? ... She's disgusted by her body. See her, with the little waist? ... She goes to the bathroom and forces herself to throw up so that she can keep her waist that way. See the boy over there, see the dark circles under his eyes? ... He has insomnia, he fears what he'll see in his dreams. See that girl daydreaming over there? ... She has schizophrenia. See the boy biting his nails? ... He has cancer and he's wondering how much time he has left. See your best friend? ... She's addicted to drugs, but she can't tell you because you wont understand. See that boy reading all about 9/11? ... His parents died on that day. See her, with her phone on her at all times? ... She's waiting for a call saying her sister was found after a kidnapping 4 years ago. Don't judge.