Hate: A Lifetime of Evil

Through our perilous lives, as a nation, we have endured a world of battles, wars, trials and tribulations. And, one has to ask themselves when all this animosity towards one another began. Who or what is the guilty party that instilled the idea in our hearts that because one is 'different' than that is person is 'wrong'?

Racism. I hate it. I loathe it. It is an evil attempt, by the Devil, himself, to try and send us all into the depths of hell.
Did you know, that the good book says nothing of what color Adam and Eve were? Furthermore, it does say, in so many words, as far as color goes, that we were all born the same color, but with different skin color pigmentations. And, as time went on, after the Tower of Babel, when God seperated everyone into groups of different languages, each generation come about with a different, manipulated skin color pigmentation. Therefore, some were eventually born with darker skin, and some with lighter skin. This tells me one thing; God may not tell us what color the first man and woman were, but he does say that we are ALL from the same man and woman. Also, if you think about it, this makes sense, because, well, take a drop of white or black or brown color of paint. In each drop, put either a lighter or darker drop of paint in the opposite color, already present. Next, do this a few times to each color, and you can clearly see that over time, you have come up with a different color in each. Can you see the relativeness? Over time, Adam, whether he was a black man, a white man, or whatever, each child that was born, was born with a different color skin pigmentation, and with that color passed it on to the next. Therefore, we have various different colors of mankind in our world.
Another thing. Most every religion, that I have encountered has said this very thing, at one time or another, "Everything that God has created, is beautiful" Now. Why is it that, even some 'religious' people, veer away from someone opposite their race? That's crazy. They don't seem to know the Bible very well, now do they? God created people, ALL people, aren't they beautiful? If we were all the same color, spoke the same language, practiced the same traditions, and so on and so forth, would it not be a boring place? That's why those who have tried, and believe me, they have, to 'form' a "pure" race, well, they're just crazy. That's not what God intended, at all.
How do you feel about this?

Prayer in Schools?

Some say, including our forefathers and recent Presidents, that without prayer the government and the world are spiraling out of control. Do you agree? Yes, in case you didn't know, in 1963, the Supreme Court made ruling forbidding prayer in school. Were they right in doing so? What does the constitution say to you about this issue?

Health Care Reform: A Good Thing?

I, like many of you, am confused about the new health care reform bill that was passed in Congress, not too long ago. I have heard pros and cons of such bill, but not solid facts? How 'bout you? What are your thoughts on the matter? Please, feel free and share your comments. That is what my blog is all about. Real People, real times, just put simply: Keepin' it real.

Influences of a Mother

As I watch my children play with thier friends, I think back to my own childhood, and what a different lifestyle I had. It wasn't good, but I don't suppose it was all bad either, but my point is this, It's amazing the difference between what I have done, and what my own mother did to influence how I lived, and how I influence my children's lives. There was a time, unfortunately, that I almost followed her in her footsteps, but the love I had for my own children brought me back to the way it should be. And it's just a few differences that I made to better influence the lives of my children, and maybe one big difference: Love. I have worried, through the years, if I have been a good mother, worried that my children may resent me, like I resent my mother, worry that I haven't given them everything they need to become good people, honest, hardworking, and loved people. But it's times like these, them playing with friends, smiling, laughing, no worries, that I know for sure that I have done everything in my power to give them the life that every child should have, and all it took was a little love, tenderness, a little heart. I guess, sometimes, I even envy them, but not an angry or vengeful anger, but a wish that I could have had the same kind of loving mother, a mother just like me.

An Unspirited Christmas

I was putting more decorations up in the house, earlier this evening, as I was listening to Bing Crosby, and his rendition of "Frosty the Snowman". My mind started to wonder back to the days of my childhood, with my baby brothers stringing popped corn on thread to wrap around the Christmas tree, and mom and I baking sugar cookies, while dad was outside stringing lights across the eave of the house (cursing every now and then at something that seem to have disturbed him) all the while swaying to sound of Dean Martin and the Rat Pack softly crooning softly traditional christmas songs in the background. I thought of how are spirits were high and our hearts full of love, and how family was what christmas meant to us, and to everyone in those days. I suddenly, was saddened at the world around us now, and how Christmas didn't mean the same to society today, as it did to us back then.
Christmas is commercialized and competitive. Something has happened to our world to take the love out of traditions of old. And it's not just christmas that is upon ruin, it's everyday life that has turned from family oriented, to greed, money, and competitiveness. How much worse is it going to get? How long will we go on degrading ourselves in this manner?
I miss the feeling I got as a child. The love that I felt. The warmth that embraced me and surrounded me with family and good spirits.
Will we ever have those feelings of old again?

Good Friends, Good Times

There are so many things that I miss about the days of old, but I think that what I miss the most is the laughter, plain and simple.
I had a couple of old friends from High School over last night, friends that I hadn't seen in almost 13 years. We laughed, we cried, we laughed until we cried. It was wonderful. I don't think I had smiled that much since we were all kids. It was awesome to see how much each of us had change, but how in some sense, we hadn't changed at all. And though we hadn't seen each other in so long, one thing remained: friendship. We hadn't lost that old familiar feeling, and bond. It's funny, I know, that after so long that we came together as if we had never drifted apart. I thoroughly enjoyed, and know now that this is what had been missing in my life. The bond, the love, the friendship. I love my friends, and hope that we don't wait so long to come together in the future.

Turning Leaves

As we leave high school and some of us go our separate ways, we don't think at the time at some of the changes we are bound to make, or some of the things that may happen between then and what is now. After I turned thirty one, I became somewhat lonely for the people I used to know in highschool, and what used to be simpler times. So, I started reconnecting slowly with some of my friends from that day and age. I saw some who didn't seem to have changed at all, and heard some stories about others that I couldn't find in my searches. The things that I heard were often sad and sometimes maddening. Some of the people that we always thought would become great successes, to our surprise, had made choices that were unbecoming of them, and others, I heard (with tears in my eyes) had passed on at very young ages, from various different reasons. Some had made it to success, when we all really thought, they wouldn't really amount to much, which is very ignorant on our parts for underestimating them. I also looked in our old high school yearbook as I was being caught up on some of our old classmates, and while looking at their pictures and imagining them then, and now, I found a deep emptiness inside of me. I couldn't help but wishing that we could all go back and start all over again, and this time know what we know now. I truly miss those times, and the people we used to be. Some of our stories, were of course, very successful, and some, very sad. If any of them are reading this, that have made it this far, I miss you guys. Maybe, sometime, we can get together, and still have those old memories to hold onto. What's life, just between friends? We can make it, one day at a time, with the friendships we made then. Turning leaves in the fall, always turn back in the spring.