Believe in Miracles

Prayer is the medium of miracles; in whatever way works for you, pray right now.

– Marianne Williamson

I was just reading about an eight year old girl who was diagnosed with a rare form of breast cancer, being the youngest one ever to be diagnosed. Her family is fighting with her and have set up a GoFundMe account and Facebook page. It’s sad that this has to happen to her but I guess life plays favorites with no one.

Both of her parents also fought and survived forms of cancer, so this is a true story of survival within a whole family. There is only hope for recovery at this time. If miracles really do exist, the time for one to happen is now, because this child has got an entire life to live and it shouldn’t end now.

Read the full story here:

http://www.people.com/article/8-year-old-utah-girl-diagnosed-breast-cancer

Survival

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Life On Mars

What took you guys so long?

The biggest question of my young life so far has finally been answered: there is water on Mars.

Liquid water and at least ten swimming pools of it, someone said, not just puny ice caps. The next big question is if there is enough water and if it’s usuable. It seems a bit anticlimactic, as if scientists knew it all along but finally decided to let out the big secret. I sort of knew it all along, since there can’t possibly be just one planet in the entire universe that supports life. Actually, noone is still quite sure if there is life in those water pools. If there is, there are brand new theories to be discussed and new openings for the fantastic realm of science (sorry, 6,000 year Earth believers). Life may have come from Mars on gigantic pieces of the planet that got broken off during collisions, lifeforms being encased in tiny water droplets and deposited on the once hot and rocky sphere. But if it’s true that life started on Mars, how did it get there? Did it come from yet another planet? It’s the whole “what happened before the Big Bang complexity” How can anything suddenly come from nothing?

Now that the big water question has been solved, it’s time to get going on going to Mars. The Mars One project is in the process of selecting 4 individuals who will take an estimated 4 month journey to the Red Planet and will set up the first colony bases as well as finding a way to grow food and sustain life.

The greatest achievement in human history, other than landing on the moon, will be creating a viable civilization on Mars. To have a place to be once the inevitable ending comes for our earth would be monumental. If I ever got the chance to live on Mars (this is permanent) I probably would gracefully die on the red iron hills, just to have it of record that I’ve one of only so many to have perished on a different planet. But before that my daily life would be within a transparent tubing house, seeing the orange-reddish sky and the dust storms swirling around outside. Eating genetically grown plants that surprisingly don’t taste like rubber. Eating the meat from genetically grown animals stored in an artificial zoo environment. Sleeping on a bed that may have anti-aging powers.

But there’s a million to one chance that will never happen. There’s a slight chance that no human will ever set foot on Mars, something going wrong with the spaceship or the length of the mission pushing the limits of any person on board. I have faith in humanity. I have faith that we can do anything. We are the smartest things in the universe. We were given super intelligent brains to solve and achieve things. If one can solve a Rubik’s cube in as little as 3 moves, one can find a way to land on Mars.

But we still can’t figure out how to stop it from raining or not raining. I suppose we are more adept to figuring out the bigger things in life, some of us at least.

Anyway, that’s my life ending statue: a dusty and rugged suited astronaut holding onto the American flag (or whoever gets there first) on the surface of Mars.

The message on the base of the statue: There’s no going back. Only forward.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Immortalized in Stone.”

Your personal sculptor is carving a person, thing or event from the last year of your life. What’s the statue of and what makes it so significant?

#ISIS Strikes Again

If you had the chance to be reborn, would you choose to return as your present self, or would opt for a fresh start? Tell us about what motivates your choice.
Teen Stabs Her Mom to Death After Watching Hours of ISIS Videos

I bet this 16 year old girl wishes she could be reborn again. I bet she now wishes she hadn’t stabbed her mother 20 times with a kitchen knife, as if one time wasn’t enough. I bet she wishes she hadn’t watched those ISIS videos on YouTube, because her teenage life is virtually over now. She’ll be sitting in prison now until she’s 25, contemplating over what she did and maybe crying out for her mother to come back. Well, sorry girlie, it’s too late now for that. That Instagram picture of her tells the whole story of what she should be feeling like right now, though I don’t really know her actual emotions or if she has any conscious at all.

Lisa Borch from Denmark was sentenced to nine years in prison for brutally stabbing her mother, Tina Römer Holtegaard, in her sleep after watching hours of ISIS beheading videos on repeat. It seems as if the videos had a psychological effect on the then 15 year old girl and motivated her actions. Her 29-year old boyfriend, Bakhtiar Mohammed Abdulla, was also involved in the murder and was sentenced to 13 years in prison and will be expelled from Denmark after his sentence is served.

The killing happened in October of last year in the Kvissel, Denmark home and the two suspects finally were taken to court on September 15.

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Her Instagram account blew up with hateful comments after the news came out about her crime, many of those comments underneath encouraging words for Borch and inspirational messages from her. It’s odd to see a girl that looked so normal and happy in her pictures and was looking to get a successful career in music and modeling and now those dreams are all over. It hurts me to see some of the comments telling Borch to “go kill herself” and changing the innocent meanings of her past pictures that came before the murder into being in connection with it.

Here is her opening descriptive line on her account:

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Commenters are now saying she used those 24 hours to plan the killing of her mother, her previously innocuous messages being twisted into motivational messages for her October crime.

As well as this:

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If this poor, obvious psychologically troubled girl could restart her life, she would know better than to be suckered into the persuasive teachings of ISIS. She would probably flee the country and go live in a place like the United States that is more sensible and civilized. It’s too bad she was born into the wrong society that doesn’t care what children are doing or what they are being exposed to. I don’t know what her mother was like or if she even knew Lisa was being brainwashed by those videos, but this is a very twisted and sick story that I felt compelled to discuss.

It seems as if she being a child and being heavily influenced played apart in this. She met an Islamic man and became heavily infatuated with him to the point that she was steered into becoming fascinated with the ISIS videos. A young girl like that can’t quite think properly for herself yet, in my opinion.

Borch and her mother on the right

From what I read, her relationship with her mother was not very great. There were constant arguments over her going out with an Islamic man who had connections with the evil ISIS empire. Her sister had fled away from home because she was tired of the constant tension between the two.

This is just another sad story involving the terrible organization that is ISIS. This time they planted thoughts in a teenager’s head and now her life is ruined. Those videos really need to be removed from YouTube.

For more on this story, follow this link.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “From the Top.”

Crazy Association

So I was going to write a post about football in the NFL starting up again, and it is a crazy association. There is always controversy going around in the league with cheating, murders, marital abuse, rogue officiating, and more but the blood is always cleaned up nicely by Goodell and co. The fact that they let Adrian Peterson back into the league after he brutally beat his four year old son with a tree branch (switch, it was called) last year and the league and fans are cheering for him like he’s a great guy is very awful. It was even worse than Ray Rice hitting his wife in the elevator and he’s still not back in the league. Michael Vick came back after serving a lengthy sentence given to him after his dog fighting scandal (Doggate, I’ll call it, going with the usual naming of scandals with the -gate on the end) and he is still trying to find a team that he can succeed with, his short time with the Eagles putting up question marks in my book. Adrian Peterson served his time, but I’m not going to cheer for him or wear his jersey anytime soon.

Fantasy football is back. Yeah! And I’m most likely going to lose my first game today since my offensive players didn’t do much at all, Sammy Watkins getting a 0.  It sucks losing to a guy who had a player active on his roster that is currently suspended, Le’Veon Bell for the Steelers. My opponent just had a better day than me overall. I’m also playing DraftKings and have put in $25 to play two contests, one being free with my deposit, the other costing $3. I know I don’t have much of a chance against some of the more seasoned veterans of this get rich quick game but I almost had to give into the pressure of playing after seeing the commercials play over and over again on TV during games, conjuring up false hopes of getting rich all around. This is not wasteful money, this is trying money, money I’m putting into trying something new, trying to better my life I guess. I’ll be very careful not to spend more than I can afford and if I do start developing a problem, LOOK OUT, I’ll be heading to Gamblers USA in no time.

My Detroit Lions lost today to the San Diego Chargers. Waah 😦 They had a big lead but the offense stuttered and the defense became very porous, allowing the Chargers to quickly score touchdowns and take the lead for good. The Lions got a quick touchdown from Matt Stafford’s arm with about one minute to go to cut the lead to one score and tried an onside kick (for non-US bloggers, that is when the kicker squib kicks the ball and has it go at least ten yards, trying to get his team on one side to recover it while the team on the other side scrambles for it as well) but failed with it bouncing off a Chargers hand and going out of bounds, ball going to the opposition. My uncle was disappointed, I was disappointed, a whole fanbase of hopeful Lions fans were disappointed, many of them jumping off the bandwagon before the season even gets going. So they’re 0-1 and fans are saying “shades of 0-16” again and getting out the paper bags. Shame on you. The team’s still in it, they just have to clear some things up on defense and not fall apart on offense. Newcomer Ameer Abdullah had a magnificent debut, getting almost 100 total yards of offense with a touchdown and he looks promising if he can stay healthy. The Lions haven’t had a running back since Barry Sanders that has broken out and become a star, and I won’t believe this guy can do that until he can stay in the league for at least 5 years.

American football is a crazy game and has some of the craziest and most loyal fans around. Watching your team every Sunday, and sometimes on Monday, Thursday, and Saturday going to war against another team is a huge event. Every game is like a chapter in a book, a story being written and going all the way to the Super Bowl in February. For some teams, the book ends early and goes on the shelf with the rest of the volumes in the team’s history. For others, there are bonus chapters followed by an epilogue explaining how that team won it all and had the best year of their life.

Super Bowl 50 is this year. I still don’t know who will lead the halftime show but Bruno Mars is rumored to perform again. I guess it wouldn’t be that bad if he performed for the second time in three years, since his last appearance was magnificent and overally charismatic, hitting those drums like a chimpanzee.

I was betting on Taylor Swift to perform this year but maybe negotiations didn’t go through with her and she declined. She’s very particular and probably thought the idea of doing a football halftime show was “cheesy”. That’s what I think, who knows what she was thinking.

So here’s to football, beer, cheerleaders, fantasy football, ups and downs, and everything else in between. It’s going to be a great season. See you in February.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Fun Platform.”

Inspired by JNW topic generator

New America

14 years ago,
A tragic happening,
A city was in ruins,
Walls crumbling down around

The smoke filled the air,
The ash was so toxic,
New York life running,
Running for their life

Today I bow my head,
And put on a quiet somber,
To remember those who died,
The kids who lost their mother and father

I remember the day,
I remember the people,
The beauty was destroyed,
The shattered steeple

A young child was I,
So innocent and unaware,
We made it through though,
Can’t pick on us,
We are prepared

This New America,
It seems so much better,
But it is not perfect,
Still have scarlet letters

The world so advanced,
Social media rules us all,
Our eyes, my eyes,
Are wide open,
All because of that tragic fall

But even on this day
A little humor is okay
It helps to heal the wounds
Helps to restitch the tattered fray

Brought together again
The world so diverse
The beauty of tragedy
so poetically versed

I’ll Take The Chance

If there were a real Fountain of Youth, would you drink the water?

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Only if I was absolutely sure the water was clean and pure, lol. Is there a sign there that says it’s OK to drink? I don’t want to be stupid and die a painful death from a foolhardy poisonous trap. And no telling how many people have walked in that fountain or if it even has the ability to magical clean itself. But in the best case scenario I would absolutely love to shed some years off my life, but not too many, maybe just down to about seven years old. I wouldn’t stop at my 12 to 14 year old life, since those weren’t exactly the brightest days.

Back in September 2001, I was sitting at an Apple IIe computer in the resource room, another name for the special room for kids with learning disabilities. I was ten years old. I remember the phone ringing and my teacher in there picking it up. She said hello and there was a moment of silence before she promptly hung up. Then she turned on the television hanging from the ceiling and instantly a news broadcast about some plane having crashed into a New York City building came up. It looked horrifying. The first thing I noticed was the big clouds of grey smoke surrounding a smoldering tower. Then an announcement came over the PA system:

“Because of a recent terrorist attack, all students are being let out of school early today for their safety. Please have them exit the building and board the buses immediately. Parents are free to pick up their children if necessary.”

I’m not sure if it went exactly like that but nevertheless, I was sent home that day, not really knowing what was going on. It was only until I got home and saw that my parents were talking about the attacks and had the news broadcast on that it registered in my mind. And then the second tower was hit and I remember my mom freaking out over it, not wanting to see the replay that was being used multiple times. This was the first time I was seeing something like this, being so used to cheery cartoons and Disney shows. Being forced by dad to sit there and take in the events “out of respect” was a little painful and boring because this wasn’t my idea of fun. And then President Bush came on with an urgent announcement. And of course all blame was laid on him.

The rest is a bit muddy. All I remember is a number of country songs being released the following weeks giving tribute to the 2,993 that lost their lives. I remember some controversy going around about Toby Keith releasing a song with the lyric “Cause we’ll put a boot in your ass/It’s the American way”. It died down though in midst of more serious matters, the biggest one being the war in Iraq that would ignite and keep going for very long time.

With the tenth anniversary of Hurricane Katrina this week, it would be a story to go back to when New Orleans was in the middle of devastation. I was 13 years old at the time and just beginning to understand how the world works. I remember the levees breaking, remember the flooding of the city on TV, remember the people seeking refuge in the Louisiana Superdome that had a hole in the roof.

Would I have the power to change events? I sure hope so. I would love to revisit that spelling bee in fourth grade that I got eliminated on the very first word I received: Flashback! Oh, geez. How did I get that wrong? Did the judges mishear me? I should have said something to them. I was very sure that I spelled the word right. But being that I didn’t have much of a voice, I just went and sat where my mom and sisters were and watched the rest of the contest. My mom asked me what had happened and I just shrugged my shoulders. Felt like a big disappointment there and the next day in school. No one seemed to acknowledge it though.

I wrote a poem similar to this prompt topic back on November 19, 2014.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Forever Young.”

It’s My Birthday – A Tale of Cranes

Happy birthday to me!

I have turned 24 today. A whole two rounds of a clock complete.

My god, I’m starting to feel old when I look at that number about five times. It’s starting to sink in though but I don’t want to get too used to it, still want to believe future birthdays will still have that “special” feeling about them.

The good news is I get to live another year and do so much more amazing things. The bad news is I’m nearly halfway to 30. Yikes! Where is time going?

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My first picture at 24. My stylish driving cap.

I happen to be sharing my 24th birthyear with the retirement year of NASCAR Sprint Cup legend Jeff Gordon, driver of the #24 car. How are the odds that I would coincide with such a big moment? All my life, I’ve been pushed and prodded to be a fan of Jeff Gordon and the number 24 so happens to be a magical number of continuance and ending this year.

cranesA red eyed crane hanging outside Denny’s today. They must come from the nearby woods and get attracted by the smell of the food cooking in the restaurant. You’re not getting any food, pesky cranes. Go home. Well, they did eventually after we finished dining.
cranes3I’ve seen these long legged creatures walking around this restaurant’s front grass multiple times. They were also hanging out in a Wendy’s parking lot on “Asian Friday” last week – a bunch of Chinese and Japanese looking people were all in line at Wendy’s and eating at the tables. Like they were all in a group or something. Very confusing and strange, no offense. We eventually left because the line wasn’t getting any shorter, the counter workers having difficulty understanding the foreign languages/accents.

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They can fly, but I’ve never seen them do so

We were all seated near the “crane window” on the right side of the restaurant, a place we rarely, if ever, eat. Our waitress, Jasmine, took our drinks (all waters except Joe with a Coke). My meal was set to be all free if it was under seven dollars. So I ordered a $6 Baja Quesadilla burger with chips and salsa. Very delicious.

After this early dinner, we rode in the Ford to Culver’s and I ordered a free dish of vanilla icecream with Reese’s peanut butter cup chunks on top. Didn’t have to show my ID to prove it was my birthday, probably because it was really busy. Wondered if others could get away with this.

Tomorrow, my birthday bash continues. Going out to eat at Sava’s in Ann Arbor, Michigan. I’ve never been there but my research online about it makes it out to be a fine restaurant that students and adults both appreciate. One reason I am choosing this place is because meals are affordable there, most of them under $25, and another reason is because it seems more special to go to a place with a fancy name and dark, elegant environment.

And now I dedicate a poem to the hungry cranes outside the window:

Hungry Cranes

I could see that you were hungry, salivating,

Waiting outside that tempered glass

Watching us drink, watching us eat,

Our delicious meals come to pass

Your legs were spindly, your feathers down thick,

Traipsing the land wide and far,

Attracted to human dwellings,

Full of the happy, sad, and sick

You stopped in for a meal but could not get inside,

So loitered on the outside, the flavorful smells licking your eyes

Curious I was about your whereabouts,

Where you came from, your really long mouths

After our delicious meal, I turned and was surprised

To see that you disappeared, probably to bother some other guys

We’ll be sure to meet again,

You weird necked birds of ostrich type,

In the parking lot, in the park,

Maybe wherever the aroma smells just right

And now a song I’m dedicating to my birthday, inspired by watching Star Trek: Enterprise for the first time today on Netflix and hearing the amazing intro song. I believe it really fits the theme of where I am heading in the future, what sort of person I want to be in 20, 30 years. “I’ve got faith” it sings. That’s what I want to have years from now, to always have hope to accomplish my dreams and never give up on life. It’s essentially a song of life, describing how far I’ve come in 24 years.


In Response to the Daily Post writing prompt: Middle Seat