my best friend is almost home from the sandbox..about time..seems like forever...

Trade Me Places

He gets up every morning,
and dresses for PT.
He gives me a kiss,
and says he loves me as he leaves.

He goes to do his job,
does everything he's told to do.
You may not like who he is,
but you like your freedom don't you?

You want to be a protestor,
and wave your little signs,
but if it wasn't for the soldier,
you'd never have those rights.

The right to speak freely,
and see your family every day,
they give those rights to you,
while theirs are taken away.

They're sent to a… Continue

A few months ago, when I was picking up the children at school, another mother I knew well rushed up to me. Emily was fuming with indignation. "Do you know what you and I are?" she demanded. Before I could answer, and I didn't really have one handy, she blurted out the reason for her question. It seemed she had just returned from renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office. Asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation, Emily had hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.… Continue

i liked it better when i could be nosey and see who was online..lol...i want it back..or the new version..or whatever ya all are doin...that is all..as you were!!!

"A Soldier's Prayer"
by Larry Walker and Tommy Oliver

One hot morning at dawn's early light
while trudging through the sand...
I found a piece of paper clutched
in a young man's hand...

and upon that paper the words he wrote
were not filled with dispair...
Just thoughts from the heart of a brave young lad...
He called it, "A Soldier's Prayer"...

I took the paper from his hand and read it aloud...

Will there be a place in Heaven
for a person such as me?
Who, through youth and the love for lif… Continue