"Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."
Matt 11
Monday, November 27, 2006
Saturday, November 25, 2006
My Ethics Paper
Wow, so I have just spent the last 3 hours writing my ethincs paper. I am taking a break because if I just keep writing things are not going to make sense anymore. I am really enjoying this paper and I am half way done. I am glad Pastor G. moved the due date up to Thursday because then I can finish it monday, leave it alone until wednesday (or Tuesday) I do have another paper to write for Psy. And then go over it again. This is a good paper to write, although I am getting a little preturbed about it. It is based on the question should we, today’s population, sterilize people with disabilities so that the next generation is disabled free? Wow, yes this is a loaded question and I came up with it myself. It's great, but for the past hour I had to plag devils advocate. And this could have been easier, but I work with people with disabilities, so it was no easy task! But I got through it, and hopefully I will have an easier time typing out the against portion of the paper. It had to have for against and my opinion. So it is going to be a great paper when it it finished. Anyway I am going to go and make myself some dinner. Take a break till I think 7 then type a little bit more. (and by a little I am hoping to have almost all, if not all done by lets say 9) THen off I go to finish my house work, and biblestudy.
Oh and if you happen to want to know a good movie to see. I recommend Happy feet. I like it, it has some good symbolizm.
Oh and if you happen to want to know a good movie to see. I recommend Happy feet. I like it, it has some good symbolizm.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
They called
Mom and dad called me this morning! It was nice. Especially to hear that they are going to the Panama, to Aruba, they were in Mexico.....And here i am stuck at home going to school. Ahh the life.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
SWEET!!
So, I was a little bit of a wreck this afternoon. Not because of anything school wise, or because my friend might have put in my head my parents could be dead. (only because they have not called yet. DOnt worry they are not!) But because today I went to work. Instead of going where I have been going for the past 5 years, I drove a little farther and went to a different house. Inside was a different person. And what a wonderful person he is. Okay so I instantly fell in love. I know we are going to have our own challenges, and we are going to have to get to know each other. What person doesn't. But he is one of the coolest guys ever. OH I can not wait for the adventures we are going to have. And the good thing..... his family likes me too! YES, praise the Lord! I feel blessed that God has once again provided me with a child to work with. Praise Him.
Monday, November 13, 2006
My friend the singer
Okay guys, so my friend from Camp unity got married this summer and wrote a song for her beloved. Anyway back where she lives now, she has this friend that has a recording studio so she recorded her song. Check it out! Just click on her name and you get to hear it. IT IS AMAZING!
http://www.rectitudemusic.com/sh/sh.htm
Have a great one! SUE YOU ROCK
http://www.rectitudemusic.com/sh/sh.htm
Have a great one! SUE YOU ROCK
My bridesmaid dress
So picture this dress kinda a grey black. (charcol) and then picture me wearing it. Oh but if any of you know how to fix a zipper before December 17th let me know, because this one got stuck and it broke. GRRRR!!!!!
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Another reason I love what I do!
My cousin sent me this post over an email. I think it is beautiful, and I wonder, if we were in the same situation would we have done the same thing? I pray that we would!
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled
children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech
that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After
extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a
question: "When not interfered with by outside influences,
everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay,
cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand
things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things
in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay,
physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an
opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it
comes in the way other people treat that child."
Then he told the following story:
Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay
knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let
me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want
someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood
that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-
needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by
others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked
not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for
guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in
the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to
put him in to bat in the ninth inning."
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile,
put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his
eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at
his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning,
Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In
the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in
the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field,
grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the
stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored
again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential
winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance
to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone
knew that a! hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even
know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing
that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in
Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so
Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay
swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps
forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came
in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back
to the pitcher.
The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft
grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first
baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the
end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's
head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands
and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to
first!" Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made
it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and
startled.
Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his
breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling
to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second
base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their
team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag,
but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too,
intentionally threw the ball high and far over the
third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as
the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help
him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted,
“Run to third! Shay, run to third!"
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the
spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run
home!" Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as
the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
“That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his
face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true
love and humanity into this world".
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having
never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy,
and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her
little hero of the day!
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled
children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech
that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After
extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a
question: "When not interfered with by outside influences,
everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay,
cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand
things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things
in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay,
physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an
opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it
comes in the way other people treat that child."
Then he told the following story:
Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay
knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let
me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want
someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood
that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-
needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by
others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked
not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for
guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in
the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to
put him in to bat in the ninth inning."
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile,
put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his
eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at
his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning,
Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In
the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in
the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field,
grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the
stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored
again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential
winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance
to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone
knew that a! hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even
know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing
that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in
Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so
Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay
swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps
forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came
in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back
to the pitcher.
The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft
grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first
baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the
end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's
head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands
and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to
first!" Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made
it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and
startled.
Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his
breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling
to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second
base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their
team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag,
but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too,
intentionally threw the ball high and far over the
third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as
the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help
him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted,
“Run to third! Shay, run to third!"
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the
spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run
home!" Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as
the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
“That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his
face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true
love and humanity into this world".
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having
never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy,
and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her
little hero of the day!
Sunday, November 05, 2006
a poem
I have not written in a while, so this could seem kinda choppy, but alas, its what I felt.
A poem for my boy
I wish I could hold you tight
And take away the fright,
Of this scary, dark world.
I want to take your pain
And throw it all away
And make them see who you really are.
If I could turn back time,
I would take what happened
And I would throw it away.
I wish I were there
To hold your hand
To help you stand.
To help you get through this.
Just try to be strong,
It will not be long.
Until it is over.
And I want you to know
That we all love you so.
You mean the world to us.
If it was not for you,
I don’t know what I would do,
For you have changed my life.
We have had some great memories
And I will always remember these.
For I would never change them.
But until that time
When we meet again
I want you to know.
I love you!
Alyson B. ‘06
I'll miss you buddy!
Five years, five years and its over. Just like that! You know, I was supposed to leave this year anyway and say good bye. I was supposed to stop working anyway.
But like this? To leave without saying goodbye? To know that your there, and that your still struggling, to know that I am not able to help you anymore, that I done all I can. And now I just have to sit back and let life run it's course. Its like saying good bye to my other family. I know at school they always taught us to never get to attached. But after five years!! If someone is not attached then, there must be something wrong with them!
But alas, it's over and its back to the drawing board for me. I dont think I will have a problem finding another job, but still. It doesn't seem real.
I'll miss you buddy! You have put so much sunshine in my life, and you have helped make me who I am today. Promise me you will hang in there! Promise me you will continue to grow, and that you will grow up to be whatever you want to be. I know I am not "allowed" to say this but, I LOVE YOU!
But like this? To leave without saying goodbye? To know that your there, and that your still struggling, to know that I am not able to help you anymore, that I done all I can. And now I just have to sit back and let life run it's course. Its like saying good bye to my other family. I know at school they always taught us to never get to attached. But after five years!! If someone is not attached then, there must be something wrong with them!
But alas, it's over and its back to the drawing board for me. I dont think I will have a problem finding another job, but still. It doesn't seem real.
I'll miss you buddy! You have put so much sunshine in my life, and you have helped make me who I am today. Promise me you will hang in there! Promise me you will continue to grow, and that you will grow up to be whatever you want to be. I know I am not "allowed" to say this but, I LOVE YOU!
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