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Shame On Facebook

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Mark Zuckerberg, founder and CEO of Facebook

Mark Zuckerberg, founder and CEO of Facebook

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I can’t believe my ears. A group on Facebook that bashes parents kids. Can you believe it? People get on there and make fun of disabled kids, pre-mature babies, fat kids, or ugly kids.

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In the first place babies are beautiful, not ugly. Disabled children are helpless and can’t fend for themselves.

What is wrong with Facebook? Why would they allow such terrible pages to be allowed? Are there no guidelines? Are adults so ignorant, yes I am using the word ignorant when a person thinks it is alright to say such terrible things, and from what the report says, respondents were answering with laughter, thinking this is funny.

This is a hard, cold and sometimes cruel world we live in today. It is hard to make friends, it is hard for young people to fit in. At that age kids need to know they are loved. What kind of adults will these children turn out to be?

All I can say is I am thankful I don’t know anyone personally who acts in this rude and crude way. They definitely would not be a friend or even casual acquaintance of mine.

Facebook, shame on you. I don’t have the link, I wanted nothing to do with it and wasn’t going to waste my time finding it.

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Daily Prompt; Flip Flop

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http://dailypost.wordpress.com, DP, Daily Prompt

Think of a topic or issue about which you’ve switched your opinion. Why the change?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRANSITION.

I used to be a woman who wanted to be noticed. I loved my antiques and sparkled when auctioneers would come up to talk to me about this or that. When people bid on things I was bidding on it made me feel worthy.

When I think back to that time I realize that I could have comments and looks galore but the real issue wasn’t being fixed. I surfaced through life. I wanted everyone that touched my life to like me.

Of course we can’t have lives like that. We are not made to get along with everyone else. auctions

When I see who I was I realize I was so insecure. It is embarrassing to me now a days for I am no longer like this.

Today I am more mellow. Maybe it is because I have grown up even more.

Maybe it is because I have realized that I am who I am. That trying to be like someone I wasn’t only brought failure to my life.

Today what is important is that I like myself. I am not overly confident, but I feel that I am doing what God gave me the talent to do. I am not a big antique business owner. I still love antiques and I would be happy to have a small business in my own home town.

I care for people who can’t care for themselves. I believe this is a gift from God. Today a person I saw mentioned that she could not work with so many mentally challenged people. I could understand this. I don’t think everyone can. I am not even sure if I can.

I can take care of elderly. I can care for my own brother who is mentally challenged, but to teach in a classroom, I am not sure if I would have that much patience. I think I enjoy the more one on one type of care.

I have realized that I do like being a homebody. I know without a doubt that God knows I am that type of person also or he would not have made it possible for me to get paid taking care of Al right here in our own home.

I am content. Content with smelling the flowers. To walk out to get the mail. To be in my house for a couple of days at a time without seeing a soul. I get lonely, sure, but when that happens I just write here at WP, or a friend will sense it and the phone rings at the exact moment.

I like cleaning the house. I enjoy making Al meals. I like getting him dressed, and helping him to eat. I like brushing his hair. I like taking lots of photographs of him. I like being sentimental and mushy. It is who I am. I am a caregiver who loves taking care of those who can’t take care of themselves and I am proud of myself for having this beautiful talent, a true gift from God.caregiver

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Can You See A Different Picture?

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I nearly got killed! It came so close! I fell asleep at the wheel! I hid in the bathroom! I ran to my car and just made it home! My friend was killed but I was lucky! The lightning was so bad! It hit my neighbor’s house, but luckily, it missed mine! An innocent bystander was killed. Bullet was meant for another. Everyone made it out of the house. No one was injured. College student found dead walking home from class. My buddies ended up in the hospital from alcohol poisoning, thank God I wasn’t there.  The bullet just missed his spine. He stopped breathing, but then was revived. Every night we hear something on the news that is startling to us. We hear so many remarks about the fears that people face every day. There is one remark that is a common one when someone faces a fear where they may be injured or worse. We prayed. We knelt down and prayed. We grabbed our kids and we prayed. I prayed all the way to the hospital, asking God to save my husband. I prayed our baby would be safe, after choking on a small toy. The plane was rocking, so we held hands and prayed. We go to God when we are scared. We hear people say there is no God, and yet when their life depends on it, they pray to God. What would happen to our jobs, our families, neighbors, military, elderly, abused, handicapped, our finances, our government, our medical professionals, if we all prayed like we were in fear of our lives. What would happen if we chose to not pray only when fear is surrounding us, but every single day, when we get up, in between the day, and as you lie your head down to rest at night? Can you see a different picture?