❤❀☮☪✞Teenage Odyssey✡☯☮❀❤

A Selfish

Conniving

Careless

Ungreatful

Short Tempered

Unfaithful

Hopeless

Idiot…

In other words, don’t be me

Two Choices:

What would you do?….you make the

choice.

Don’t look for a punch line, there isn’t one.

Read it anyway.

My question is: Would you have

made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a

school that serves children with

learning disabilities, 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, who

was mentally and physically

disabled 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 I had walked past a park

where some boys Shay knew were

playing baseball.

Shay asked, ‘Do you think they’ll let

me play?’

I knew that most of the boys would

not want someone like Shay on

their team, but as a fatherI also

understood that if my 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.

I 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. I watched with a

small tear in my eye and warmth in

my heart. The boys saw my joy at

my 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 I 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 me so happy, and coming

home and seeing his Mother

tearfully embrace her little hero

of the day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE

TO THIS STORY:

We all send thousands of jokes

through the e-mail without a

second thought, but when it comes

to sending messages about life

choices, people hesitate.

The crude, vulgar, and often

obscene pass freely through

cyberspace, but public discussion

about decency is too often

suppressed in our schools and

workplaces.

If you’re thinking about forwarding

this message, chances are that

you’re probably sorting out the

people in your address book who

aren’t the ‘appropriate’ ones to

receive this type of message

Well, the person who sent you this

believes that we all can make a

difference.

We all have thousands of

opportunities every single

day to help realize the ‘natural

order of things.’

So many seemingly trivial

interactions between two

people present us with a choice:

Do we pass along a little spark of

love and humanity

or do we pass up those

opportunities and leave the

world a little bit colder in the

process?

A wise man once said every society

is judged by how it treats it’s least

fortunate amongst them.

You now have two choices:

1. Delete

2. Forward

May your day, be a Shay

Day

“I just realised something : If men, if husband’s, were allowed to go & see the ultrasounds with their wives, then perhaps the need for a son would change, then perhaps, they’d man up & realise what is to come; that just maybe, & my emphasis on maybe, they’d realise, as they see that heartbeat on the screen, that what they’re getting is a gift from God & no other; that a healthy baby is as close as they’ll get to witnessing a miracle.

Maybe, if they could see it, they’d see in their wives something else, something other than their living property they use for sex or as a trophy; that they’d realise the journey a woman makes, from a daughter to a wife & to a mother, the journey that their own mothers have made before; that the journey of a human being, of an individual, begins not by their own choice, but by the choice of 2 individuals, (whether that choice was true & sincere or simply idiotic bliss,i’ll let you judge that), that the journey then begins, starting from the womb, & moving to the end when that individual is born; then it’s everybody’s journey, your all in it together, & a child need’s his/her parent’s to have created a sincere mutual love between them whilst the child in question was still in the tummy, for if that mutual respect & sincere love aren’t there, then the environment of a family isn’t there. It is mutual respect that helps a couple succeed; in this case, the respect of the father for the mother’s creation, & the mothers mutual respect for the father’s compassion, & for embedding that creation. Without that environment, any chances you have of creating a compassionate individual, a truly humane individual, pretty much go down the drain.

If they realised that some women, believe it or not, feel like dirt, irrespective of their academic & professional achievements, until their husbands finally come up to them & say: “Honey i’m proud of you”, then maybe thing’s would change, mindset’s would change, the country & the world change. Every woman, even an anti-marriage-i’m-not-having-biological-kids-with-Prince-Charming kind of woman like myself, knows the significance that becoming a wife holds, having had that image pounded & embedded in our minds since childhood; so when our own lovers, the ones we devote ourselves to, don’t even dare to tell us whether they’re proud of us or not, ( I Love You being trivial compared to this, i feel), then how can we be happy & proud & self satisfied?

A human bond has never held more significance then that of a couple before/during their childs creation, & after that child has entered this world.

Do you think these idiotic husbands, ( ESPECIALLY the ones in my neck of the woods), could ever realise this? Or even the mindless young wives i sometimes come across? Is it possible that either one has even bothered to think about this? NO; just because someone goes on & on about love doesn’t mean they know what it actually is & the significance it holds; Casanova went on & on about it, & he my did he get it on ;) ”

FINIS

“I’ve realised that it’s better to avoid feeling any pity or sympathy for anyone, for it is only going to add insult to injury, literally. In place of both, simply feel compassion; for unlike the formerly mentioned, it can be felt for anyone without much emotional change, or acquaintance of any kind, but compassion can be felt for all, without having to know the past of those in question, but simply their present situation. Pity & sympathy require a certain amount of knowledge, acquaintance, & understanding, which all develop from personal experiences with that person in question, & hence the level of pity & sympathy are customised to that person & their relation to us. They require, also, a certain something to arouse them, whilst compassion need’s little help to exert itself. Compassion is much purer emotion; it is everlasting once truly embedded in that mind. Compassion is more effective as well; we become better, more kinder, more caring for all; we become human. Compassion takes no time to arouse & function, unlike the former; it does not die nor resurrect, for it is always alive in our being, in who we are everyday. _________________________________________________________________________________ ‘Your sympathy won’t do for me, so please leave it dutifully/ Forget that we ever persisted, of friendship that ever existed/ For pity i cannot take, but you continue to give it to me which causes my heart to break/ I will be more compassionate, though i know i lack in it/ I will be the one you’ve wanted for so long, i’m terribly sorry for being so headstrong/ I pity you not, all because, i see in you nothing but love’

“The common perception that only those holding public office have real power is wrong; anyone who’s grown up in a country like mine knows it goes beyond that, that anyone having wealth beyond their mean’s holds great power, & anyone with little or no wealth hold’s only the right to be abused by the rich & powerful. & believe me, those with power will abuse it, one way or another.

When one with power is left alone with that power, & the temptation’s that surround them, then corruption, on all level’s & of any kind, is bound to occur.From the politicians in public office, to the celebrities, to the elite & simply well off, all possess power, for all possess money of excess mean’s, so hence, all are corrupt, for they have no idea how to use their power, so it end’s up being simply abused.

Power, true power, need’s a problem to solve, or else it’ll become a problem itself; when we, whom fortune has favoured financially & socially, are left with excess mean’s, to our own false devices, then something wrong & unnecessary will take place; fashion brand’s, large estates, & other material & unnecessary concept’s have sprouted from people like ourselves, people with too much money, & a mind not broad enough to understand how to optimize that money. –This concept baffles me; that people who are savvy enough to know as to how to make money, fail to be savvy enough to spend it; i don’t defame a luxurious lifestyle simply from what i see, but from what i understand: If you, one who has worked hard to earn that money, simply spends it extravagantly on material that can easily be stolen & lost & destroyed, call this an investment? If i’m going to spend bundles of money on something, i mean serious load’s of money, i want it to be an investment of some sort, an investment that’ll return to me not material, but something better, something that can’t be destroyed, something that can’t be bought but earned.

The only way to tackle the problem of corruption on this level, on the level of having excess mean’s—the only way to truly invest your hard earned money—is to humble ourselves; in this day & age, images of hopelessness & heartbreak reach news channels moments after a disaster has taken place; be moved by those images, from the baby who has no family left, to the mother who lost her child, to simply the most gut wrenching of stories & graphic of situation’s; humble yourself with these people, & realise the world is much bigger than that plastic globe in your classroom, that there are people more worthy of the mean’s you, not they, possess. It is only by using our excess mean’s, by being a better person, a more humane human being, that we will feel something that no one else can unless they do same act’s: the irreplaceable gratitude & warmth of a human being in need.”

128th Entry.

“Recently i found out a fact that has been baffling & stunning me since it’s discovery.

A Child Dies Every 6 Seconds!!

So if i’m calculating correctly:

Thats 10 Children No More In 1 Minute

600 Children Lifeless In 1 Hour

14400 Children Dead In 24 Hours

& it shakes me to my core each time. How is this humanly possible? How is it that whilst i’m typing this, some child possibly more deserving of this life, losing theirs at the other end of the globe, or just the continent or country?? How can it be possible?!! For Heaven’s sake it’s every 6 seconds!! Where are these children? Whats the cause of it all? How can i help??

6 Seconds…that’s what bothers me..why so soon, why so quickly? How can this be fair? This is more than unfair! Here i am, given the chance of opportunity, surrounded by a crazy yet loving family, with all the facilities to make my life easy, &, might i add, as fat as a pig i am, whilst children, who if given the mean’s & the opportunity, could contribute to the world somehow, whether that be curing diseases, or breaking down barriers & leading us into a more hopeful future, can’t even survive rather than dream of those mean’s.

This just makes me want to beat my head against the wall…many may argue this is life & we have to accept it & move on, i refuse! I’m not going to accept this like everything, & move on & forget about this, forget about my own life; just because something isn’t fair doesn’t mean you just forget about it & move on; your parents are ‘unfair’ to you, but do you forget about it? You dare to defy them so fiercely & happily, & yet, when something worthwhile come’s along, something worth saving, changing & defending, what do you do? You just forget, it doesn’t matter, cause it doesn’t involve you or your life…WRONG! How dare you forget your place; how dare you hear this fact & fail to realise that you’ve been given something very special, that you’ve been given a miracle to have lived so long with so many mean’s & comfort’s & whatnot. & if you’ve realised that, how can you not be moved..moved, you should be overwhelmed & crying right now…

Let’s not accept this, let’s make this the most unfair occurrence in the world, & defy the Dumb&Deaf Blonde culture, & care for once; let’s prove to everyone, but most importantly ourselves, that we deserve this chance of life, that we’ve earned & will continue to earn it; do anything you want, as long as it’s for someone else, someone less fortunate but more humane than you, & it’s done with compassion; go donate, volunteer, or simply ReBlog or Copy/Paste this fact or whatever…at least spread the word & remind people of what they have.

I’d go on longer..but the thought that someone’s dying as i type this overwhelming & frustrating me once more..”

_______________________

A Child Dies Every 6 Seconds!!

_______________________

Thats 10 Children No More In 1 Minute

_______________________

600 Children Lifeless In 1 Hour

______________________

14400 Children Dead In 24 Hours

______________________

“Thats Six-Hundred-Thousand lives scared, hungry, ill & unsheltered & unprotected. They’ve gone from being in a good enough position to being in position at all, with society straining to pay attention to them. Imagine if you’d lost your house, the majority of your belongings; that computer you so cherish your time with, your comfortable bed, your TV, your fridge…everything lost, leaving only with a few things that you can carry with you, as you travel across dirty, flooded lands, with thousands of other people in the same, desperate position, with the fear that desperation may cause these very people to do something to you. Your children are crying, scared, & hungry; you’re hungry. Its been miles since you started walking, or days since you’ve been stranded on your own or someone else’s roof. The mosquitoes are getting under your skin, literally it feels. You don’t feel well yourself. & you think, ‘Where is the world? Where are my fellow countrymen? They know i’m in such a horrible state, but i see no relief of any kind, material or emotional’. Then you either wonder where’s God, or God is your only friend left. You become desperate yourself, envying those you managed to carry off more material possessions than you, thinking of stealing. Or maybe, your thinking why haven’t your relatives called; why haven’t they visited to ask you to move out of that God forsaken shelter & into their home…we are family after all?

This is, at best, what those SIX HUNDRED THOUSAND are going through, maybe even worse that i fail to depict for you. They are lacking in basic resources of all sorts, from shelter to medicine to clothes, & of course, the most basic need of all, food; they are getting ill because of thirst, they drink the water from the floods, & contract all sorts of preventable diseases. Now is NOT the time to criticise governments or holidaying politicians, now is the time for a country to prove its worth to its predecessors watching from the heavens, NOW is the time for Humanity to prove their worth to the Lord watching from above, prove that we can come together, all walks of life, the believing & non believing, the whites,blacks,Asians,Muslims,Christians,Jews,Hindus,Buddhists; that we understand the value of humanity, the value of each other.

I’m 16, & my family is not affected by the floods, but we’re in a tolerable & intolerable financial position ourselves, but i still want to try for others; i want to ask you, my fellow beings, to help our brothers & sisters, OUR children, survive this tragedy, & take it as an opportunity you’ve always wanted, that opportunity to be someone. I want to ask you to give them hope, to give me hope, that there are good people in the world, people who understand the meaning of another beyond the aspect of lustful teenage vampire love. http://wfp.org http://unicef.org

AMERICAN CITIZENS CAN TEXT THE WORD ‘SWAT’ TO 50555 TO MAKE A $10 DONATION TO THE FLOOD VICTIMS. WHEN PROMPTED,REPLY WITH ‘YES’ TO CONFIRM YOUR DONATION