Saturday, April 30, 2011

Searching

Searching for answers To questions I’ve had Looking deep inside But finding nothing. Though the answers Are right in front of me, I see anything but that. Creating fears of situations That seem never ending. Things just aren’t easy to see. When you are blinded by the world And its ability to mask the truth. You want more than anything To find what you are looking for. So the questions becomes
What do I do now?


This is a poem i wrote a while ago. It was trying to find an answer to a problem and i just couldn't think clearly. I believe that we all have these moments, some more immense than others. It is just a matter of listening and opening your eyes to see what is in front of you. Asking for help works too!

Fighting

Fighting; it breaks up something that is meant to be together forever. Getting back to the happiness after all is said and done is hard. The disputes between those you love only make you wish you could stop it all right then. But you can't. All you can do is persuade them that the other is just as vulnerable and scared for what will happen if we let our guard down.

This is something I wrote from Facebook, but I find that it has a lot of truth. Fighting really does have an impact on your life and others' lives as well. Its contagious and is hard to stop. Its nothing to be proud of.

Questions, Questions, Questions...

People often say that you don't know what you have until its gone. What would you DO to get it back? Would you apologize for the things you said and did? What would you GIVE to get it back? The last piece of gum? The expensive technology you own? The last swig alcohol? Or even your life? Find whats important to you. Cherish it. Love it. Be proud of it. It may be taken away before you know it.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Down Syndrome Role-model

One thing i have realized recently is that the way we look at life is very different from that of a person with special qualities, such as down syndrome. They generally have an impressively positive outlook on life. They don't beat themselves up, like most of us, about the way they look or how everyone else sees them. What amazes me about these people, is that they are friendly and happy more often than not. They find the good on everyone and they are so kind that they wouldn't even hurt a fly. I had a conversation with Mandy Burge about this topic. She said, "We call ourselves "normal" when we are the ones so quick to judge. But who is really the one with the disadvantage, or disability, when we cant even think positively. We consider them "different" because we have one less chromosome than they do. In reality, they are like the perfect role-model." I thought this was a good way to sum up some loose ends on my thoughts. This is a very admirable group of people to me.

Several people have influenced this post. My Aunt Rhonda, who lived until she was 50, Lauren, a girl at Copper Hills, and a beautiful baby named Abby (as seen in photo).