My Causes

Once when I was a kid in second grade we had to
move to my new step dads neighborhood. I thought
this was pretty cool... I got to start at a new
school, meet new people and make friends in my
new neighborhood. I was really good at making new
friends! At least I was until I lived there.

At first it seemed ok, people were visiting the new
kid on the block... but then after they all got to play with
me they all started treating me differently and they were
mean to me!! After that I learned that there are many,
many mean people in this world. People who were mean
to me just because I was different. So now I guess
I'm not as friendly as I used to be because it was hard
for me to understand how people could be so petty.

Stop The Violence Stop The Hate

EVERYDAY my family and I fight the unjustness of my world!!
And EVERYDAY I thank God I am not alone in my fight!!
THANKS Mom & Chuck for being there for me!!

Click on the middle image and it will eventually
take you to the Columbine HS guestbook.
Why not add a few words from your school.

Don't Let What Happened To Them Happen To Us!
Stop The Hate Stop The Violence!
Mother's, Do you know where your children are??
Maybe you do.... But do you know what they are doing??
Yo Dad's, Are your guns locked up!! I hope so for my sake!!

Ice Cream for the Soul (Author unknown)

Last week I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son
asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, "God is
good. God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"

Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a
woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice-cream! Why, I never!"

Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"

As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job and God
was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentle man approached the table.

He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."

"Really?" my son asked.

"Cross my heart" he replied. Then in theatrical whisper he added
indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing, "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."

Naturally, I bought my kid's ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and without a word walked over and placed it in front of the woman.

With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good
for the soul sometimes and my soul is good already."

The End

I love this story, and I hope you liked it too.

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Thank You Karen!!

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