One Day in My Life

As I sit on the broken plastic chair with my eyes focused on the television screen, sundry thoughts are playing inside my head. The windows of my soul seem to be fixated straightaway on my favorite TV show but my mind is sidetracked to something that has been pestering me for quite a long time already. Now, the mushy scenes of what I'm watching hardly convince me and the romantic ones don't make shiver with veneration and envy. It's indisputably marvelous why I don't react to the happenings in the TV series that has captured my heart and interest. There might be something more important to ponder on. But what could it be?

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Trust as a notion is quite an interesting one. Whether to give it first to someone, or wait for someone to prove it in your case has been a question I have long waited to understand, and something I have been observing, both by indulging in it myself and also watching others juggling it in their daily lives.

But one thing you and I could agree on possibly is the fact that at some point in your life, someone has broken the trust you had in them. As with most things in life - being old enough to be able to live with the consequences - I thought of dabbling in the age old technique of finding things out, what else, 'trial and error' indeed !

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Why do people do some thing in life??
its all for happiness....and happiness.people seek for it what ever they do.
Time taught me things.life taught me ways to be happy.
latest way of me to be out of loneliness is net searching.
Every body is loneli some times or all times...inspite of being with everyone.
In the matter of 3 months to 1 year i entered various sites and chatrooms and met various people from various country,colour and language.
what did i get after all from that?
i learned life ..which i have been learning since years.
people come there are 75% fake,who tell their identity fakes..and express their deepest feelings.

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okaaaaay, another day i get up at 6.30, rush to work do the same thing i do every day, i go to the training cener where i teach really old people a language they wont even use they surround me with all these stupid questions and in my head i'm like yeah! not in a million years are you gonna learn nothing grandpa! but my day goes on......... i finish at 1.30 after two horrifying classes i teach daily, i hit back home, eat lunch, sleep at like 4.00 all sorts af dreams just rush in my mind is so busy, i wake up again around 6 or 7 the same day, watch tv, call my fiancee, eat dinner and go to sleep to wake up the next day and yada yada yada...........

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Heroic Dog Rescue “True Story”
by Susan Black

Lots of people, including my father, have always felt strongly against our type of dog, pit bulls, mainly because of the “bad press” they get. Well, that was until 4/12/06. My father has been to visit us many times, and has met all of our dogs, and would always have “stories” to tell.

We have owned our home for some 10+ years and have always had “beware of dog” signs on our fences and have had dogs on our premises at all times. On 4/12/06, I was home alone, and had a nightmare occur. A grease fire from the kitchen stove top, I was totally, and I do mean “totally” unaware of, bellowed upwards. Ceiling and attic fans were running. My daily rotation of the “Fearsome Four” was on its last rotation around 3 o'clock in the afternoon. My 11-year-old sire, “Dagwood Blues Black Sherk” was always first. His 3-year-old dame, “Daisy Mae” went next. They stayed in metal kennels upstairs in our bedroom, split level over the garage. Their 2-year-old daughter, “Hurricane Camille” (after my mother Camille, and Dag's mom Molly, so we call her Millie), and their 2-year-old son, “Lightening Bolt” got their rotations last as they were in Kennels in the dining room off the kitchen. Miller-Light we liked to call them. Dagger was “talking” and Daisy was “quailing” while Lightening kept telling me “someone's at the door.” But, I was not listening. I was on the phone, and I kept telling them to “wait a minute...wait another minute...hush, you were just out, hang on just another minute.” Lightening finally would not let me wait one more second as there would have been no way out. He jumped up and would not quit barking, out of character than usual, to make me stand up and go towards my doorway. He looked back at me with “hurry” in his expressions as I heard a loud POP. It was our antique mirror over our fireplace at the bottom of the stairs that started popping, then the windows, it was horrible. Lightening ran around behind me and pushed me down the stairs which were already engulfed with flames. I was so busy with 911 in one hand and a fire extinguisher in the other, I was not sure where Lightening was. Extinguisher ran out, split second back flash surrounded the ceiling, my face and all exposed extremities, almost knocking me to my knees, and I ran towards my front door still two rooms away. When I was safely outside, I saw my 75-pound blond beautiful boy make circles from back to front doors repeatedly and continue to go through the fire which I had been restrained from by firemen, policemen, and the Red Cross. Animal control was on-site to help and were incredible. When they brought the dog I assumed was Lightening to me, I noticed it was Millie, who had obviously had her plastic kennel melt away to allow her to escape and she was rushed to Gwinnett Emergency for Animals. Another animal control unit came in to remove my other dogs that did not make it. Lightening had obviously gotten me out, I believe helped his sister out, and returned upstairs to help his mom and dad, where all three perished from the smoke and heat. I believe he was found beside their kennels upstairs.

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“To Whom It May Concern”

Did you see the footprint??
Someone unknowingly steps on a lowly earthworm
and crushes it into the ground.
In turn, somewhere, another life is lost, buried back to the ground,
to be slowly consumed by the lowly earthworm
from which it came, one in the same-
What a cycle, life goes on forever- old and anew,
not just for me, but for all of you too.

To Whom It May Concern:

A dolphin is killed for its fin, a rhino for its horn,
a leopard taken for its skin, what price for the unicorn?
Kenny was our unicorn, a rare breed, one of a kind,
too old to be a kid, too young to be grown,

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Lucky to get a rare break for lunch, my girlfriend and I take the opportunity to eat out of the office. We make light conversation as we head out to the local restaurant complex across the street and we try to decide where to eat. She wanted to go to some place different because she was trying to eat lighter and watch her weight.

I suggest a fast food Mexican restaurant as we pass by and she agrees. After we get our food we seat ourselves and start to catch up. It’s been awhile since we’ve been out to lunch so there was general conversation around work and the kids and husbands and then the conversation takes a turn. She looks more serious and cautiously asks if she can share an observation she’s had about me. Honestly, at this point, I have NO IDEA what is coming. You know how your mind begins to race, I’m thinking as she’s still talking, “What is this going to be about…my recent marriage, my attitude at work?” I know it must be bad because she keeps saying that if I feel it’s too personal or if she’s stepping over a line I can tell her to stop. I resolve myself to the fact that whatever it is I’ll accept the feedback and consider it seriously since I know she’s genuinely concerned for my welfare. As I finish this thought I notice she’s still hedging so I encourage her to just share what she’s thinking.

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One day I began to think what I would become if I had my own house,kids,working,husband etc... I used to imagine myself as a simple, down to earth person will come in my life oneday. I used to hate thinking about the arranged marriages. I prefer to have someone known instead. And the right day came when I was working with a new firm. My sister called and told me that there is a proposal and whether I would be interested in seeing the boy. I said, Why not?. So she said that the boy happens to be New Zealander and a cousin of someone known to us. So I agreed to meet up with him. When everything was through the marriage date was set. We got married and soon his departure date came and he left. I came to New Zealand in March 2000. We started our journey from stratford and just few years back we landed in South Auckland.

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Boys love cars. That’s right. What about girls? I didn’t really care at all and would always roll my eyes when I saw a guy trying to impress a girl with his car, truck or motorcycle. They strut like peacocks. Pruning their feathers, crowing for the beauty with the biggest assets. I stand back and let my brother and son boast about MY truck. My baby. Like they did anything to him. My 54 Ford F-100 is priceless. I have a 350 short block with twin overhead cams. I have louvered the hood, cropped the top, and sunk it 6 inches. He is candy apple red with gold metallic fleck. The true fire flames boast of its speed. No one can catch me on a quarter mile track. I love the feel of the black leather interior. The mahogany dash feels old world and begs to be touched. If any man touches him their libel to feel me sticking my claws into their back.

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I decided to go the store to pick-up a few items today. My main goal, however, was to drop off a Netflix DVD into a mailbox so that I could get a new one back to me as soon as possible. They actually are very fast about turning around movies.

I approached the blue mailbox slowly, dropped the DVD into the box. Just as I saw the DVD dropping into the slot I realized that I forgot to put the DVD into a the pre-made Netflix mailing envelope. Shit ! What am I going to do now ?

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I walked down the hall towards my classroom. John had sent me a dozen white roses to mark my first year teaching. I remember thinking that life is fantastic. I have a noble job. I have wonderful friends. I have a beautiful child. And I have remarkable students. I walked down the hall and heard several comments on how beautiful the pure white roses were. I tilted my head in and inhaled slightly. The beautiful fragrance tickled my nose and I smiled again. He is so thoughtful.

I was lost is thought when I felt a bump. I struggled to steady the large vase. I looked back and noticed Amber. She is an average looking young girl who will be a beautiful woman. When she smiles I see all of the goodness that she has to offer. She is always the first to help a student when they are struggling and the last to leave, because she is helping the teacher clean up. She is in the Choir as well as being on the Girls Volleyball team. She never says a bad word against anyone I think how proud her parents must be.

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Where is God?

Where is God when you really need him? That is the question I asked when my son died. He was the most precocious five year old I have ever known. He had so much promise. He was a gift from God. You see I was pregnant with twins and I lost his brother when I was seven months pregnant. Each and every day until I delivered him was a living nightmare. If I went more than two hours without movement I was on the phone with my doctor. I was told that I had only a 5% chance of a successful delivery. Quite the opposite happened. On June 20th 1986 after 38 hours of labor I delivered a healthy 10 pound 1 ounce, 24 inch long baby boy. 3 minutes later his twin came. Although I mourned the loss I thanked God for the blessing of this exceptional person that was given to me. God and I had come to an understanding. He would allow me to deliver a healthy baby and would dedicate my life to helping others. So where was God on October 5th 1991?

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A Foolish Pile of Wood Becomes Priceless

A brief history of an arrogant “know-it-all”

I feel it would be appropriate at this point to introduce myself, just in case anyone reading this might have the same attitudes I had for most of my life. I am a 46 year old Caucasian male, raised in Indiana, a product of public schooling, a college dropout and a veteran of the Navy, Silent Service. Probably the most unique thing about me is that I have only been married once, to my high school sweet heart, for more than 27 years now. We have 2 children, a 15 year old boy and a 20 year old woman. The fact that I have been a Cubmaster and am now a Scoutmaster has exposed me to more conservative viewpoints but has not had a dramatic effect on my attitudes. Looking back on my views during high school is somewhat embarrassing these days. I was amazed at my own intelligence (1290 SAT) and thought that liberals had the answers; Darwinian macroevolution explained the existence of every animal including man; and random chance had created the universe. I was quite comfortable with my atheism but had enough decorum not to show too much disdain for my religious friends.

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Ambrose G.
8/23/2005

One warm spring day in 2ooo I decided to take a break and grab a bit of lunch at a neighborhood McDonald’s. When I walked in there was a class there from the elementary school down the street. My first thought was “oh no, not today.” I started to take notice of the makeup of the class because the school was in a predominately Puerto Rican neighborhood. There were only four little Black girls and one Black boy. Most of the kids had their food and were seated. There was still a small group at the counter and I noticed one of them wasn’t in line to order, just standing to the side. I heard some of the kids saying laughingly: “Larry can’t eat, he don’t have no money.” Larry was the little Black kid and he was catching a hard time from his friends but never said a word, just smiled, even though I could tell tears were choking him. This bothered me. I wasn’t sure what bothered me the most, the way the kids were teasing Larry or the way he just stood there and smiled.

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Isn’t it weird how some people can just look at you in a certain way that you want to run home and shower? Well, I got one of those looks today.

I was just minding my own business, waiting for the train, and got one of those looks! Of course in MY mind I’m thinking....”What the hell is he looking at? What’s to stare at, I’m just waiting here like everyone else!” I looked away and returned my questioning gaze, and thought “Now he’s literally taking my clothes off! This is disgusting, and with such a funny smirk on his face too! What is up with this guy!!?? Do I look awful today? Is my hair out of place? Do I stink? I showered and did all the usual stuff, WHAT’S UP???”

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My Story
Apathy- A state of indifference

My Story is a simple one that I'm sure many people encounter during the course of everyday life. As the line goes "It all started simply enough". One Sunday afternoon I decided to go over to a local supermarket to pick up some items for that evenings dinner. The particular supermarket is one of the newest upscale stores that you find populating the suburban landscape these days, clean and well stocked with the a wide range of selections. I was making my way through the dairy section when I noticed this young lady dressed in somewhat Goth attire but not to the extreme fashion that you might see on an episode of Jerry Springer. She was not a rebellious teenager but instead a young adult who no doubt knew something about fashion but not decency. While walking toward her I could not help but notice the slogan on her t-shirt.

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Some years ago I was in Beijing on a business trip. After a long day of work, I went to have a drink at the hotel bar with some of my colleagues. A band was playing great music and like any good Asian bar with music some people in the audience were singing Karaoke. I was having fun.

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Do you have nights where you just can't sleep? I am having one of those. What do you do? Toss and turn in hopes that you will fall asleep again. Wake up and read a book for a while. Turn on the TV and watch. Lie down on the couch and try to fall asleep there. I resorted to searching the net.

I looked for quick trips to Hawaii. I looked for Hilton Rewards bookings to Hawaii. I checked out the school district’s enrollment period. I checked out the bus routes to the local Community College and to my place of work. All these searches are the real reasons why I can't sleep.

The lease on our car is expiring January 5th. We need to pick a new car which is not an easy task for us. Should I start taking the bus instead? Can we try to live with one car for a while? We have an exchange student staying with us for 7 months. Should we drive her to and from school every day or should she take the bus? She has a bus pass but it is still dark at 4:30 PM. We live on a dark street and the school is very close to our house. We are going on a trip soon. I worry about our exchange student being alone for a couple weeks.

My mind is soaring with ideas on how to resolve my worried thoughts about her being left alone in a country that she does not know. My son starts kindergarten this year. I really do not want him to go to the school he is assigned to by our street number. How do I resolve that issue? Will he win the lottery to go to the Spanish Immersion School? What if he doesn’t?

Thoughts, thoughts and more thoughts... I have been up since 4:30 AM. It is now 6:46 AM. No sense in sleeping now. I think I am getting hungry. Good morning everyone. You have a nice day, and for me, well, I wish a good night tonight.

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