PETER

Being ill is no piece of cake, but there are others out there, the silent ones, that let me know that they have it much worse than I do. I got to live my life, but sadly others never will.

Cancer is a bitch, but abuse is even worse, especially with children. Yet, with cancer, you have a fighting chance and have people around you that care and fight with you, not against.

I posted this on Disqus yesterday:

Sadly, Peter would have had a better chance if he was diagnosed with cancer. Instead, three ‘monsters’ decided his fate.

I’m sorry for Manchester, but there are silent voices that will never be heard nor given a chance. I just want to change one thing in the world before I go and this could be it. How you may ask? Not sure, I respond.

I’ve always wanted to be a writer, so how can I use my GOD given talent to help those of abuse, whether it be a child, the elderly or pets (animals). These three groups have no ‘voice’ in today’s ‘society.’ (I struggle to refrain from calling it worse.)

I think of the movie ‘Grand Torino’ (Clint Eastwood) and think if only.’ I would give up my life to just save one innocent soul.

Don’t praise me for this, cuz I’ve f-cked up plenty in my years and I just want to give back.

So, yes, we are squarely in the middle of ‘terrorist’ situations and it is all too sad, but what about those who suffer in silence?

Peter never got to RULE HIS OWN WORLD.

RIP PETER….

‘SO MUCH TO DO, SO LITTLE TIME…’

 

 

WHAT’S RIGHT IS WRONG

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Breitbart, Liberty Healthshare

Heartbreaking photo…unfortunately, his care will be compromised because of the in-fighting over congress’ inability to set things right after the Obamacare debacle.

When will it end and how many Americans, especially children, will suffer for it?!

The sad thing is, if he were of hispanic or mideast (omitting capitals) persuasion and anĀ illegal, he wouldn’t have a problem.

Just putting it out there for you to think about.

Peace.

 

SEVENTEEN HUNDRED MILES

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Tomorrow is my first doctor appointment and I traveled 1,700 miles for it?! Next week is my cancer appointment. Gotta do what you gotta do I guess.

I worked at the nursing home all weekend in order to keep my mind off of my destiny?! Scary, but has to be done, unfortunately. I have absolutely no clue about what will happen. My goal is to stay out of the hospital.

I can absolutely feel the terror parents go through when it comes to their kids and doctor appointments, especially when dealing with cancer.

Then there are those people that have no class, which I learned at work, this past weekend. I had just returned after a five-month absence. There was a new person there that didn’t know me from ‘Eve’ and a co-worker blurted out, “How’s your leukemia doing?!” Insensitive to say the least.

People and parents in my situation will find this unnerving. How about waiting until I bring it up, if at all. The only person that needs to know is the administrator. Beyond that, no one. Not even the nurses.

People need to respect a person’s boundaries. If we want you to know, we’ll tell you, otherwise…I worked to keep my mind off of my situation, not to have it brought to light and especially in front of strangers.

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Random thoughts….

WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO COMMON SENSE?!

With all the crap happening in the world and us being inundated with questionable ethics of journalists and the media, I felt this was important enough to post. Yes, it pertains to celebrities, fashion, healthcare and politics in general. Will everyone just slow down and actually think and use their heads?! Hearts and intelligence before pocketbooks!!

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Common Sense Obituary

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved friend, Common Sense, who has been
with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was as his birth
records were lost long ago in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing
when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life
isn’t always fair and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple sound financial policies (don’t spend more
then you earn) and reliable parenting (adults, not children are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but
overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy
charged with harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from
school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for
reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job
they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It
declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to
administer Panadol, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but could
inform the parents when a student became pregnant.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became
contraband, churches became businesses and criminals received better
treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a
burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live after a woman failed to
realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her
lap and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents Truth and Trust, his wife
Discretion, his daughter Responsibility, and his son Reason. He is survived
by three stepbrothers: I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame and I’m a victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you
still remember him, pass this on. If not join the majority and do nothing.

(Everyone is guilty! Even me!)