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It is certainly true, that everyone sees things different from one another.

Sometimes what is not important to one, doesn’t mean it isn’t to another.

I certainly have realized this more and more as I grow older. I feel sometimes we fail as humans, because we cannot put ourselves in another’s shoes. We cannot share a space or place, let alone the same planet without taking into effect another person is here as well. Sure, we have our own cars, houses, possessions, etc. but we are sharing this world.

Kindness goes a long way and it trickles into every aspect of our lives and places we go. Trying to keep in mind another’s feelings, wants and needs are what it takes to live in harmony and peace.

I feel like we also fail to see we are surrounded by nature, as well. There are animals here too. Our world’s animals are being mistreated as well. I hear of terrible things people do to them all the time. They live here too and should have certain respect.

Just reminding myself, and those who live here to of the way to treat others. Their lives matter as much as ours. Be it a person or an animal.

I say, ” Show love and empathy, and it will come to you!”

Peace, and thanks for reading!

MwsR

Happy Birthday America!

 

 

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Yes, I live in America, land of the free and home of the brave, as the Star Spangled Banner song says.

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We are 241 years old. Everywhere across the United States people are gathering in their homes, at parks, and anywhere they can to celebrate.

I think though, a lot of people have no real idea what we stand for. Sometimes I think that there is not enough pride in our heritage or its core values. We were founded as a nation under God and with rights that cover a whole multitude of principles and people and beliefs. In America we are supposed to stand for justice and liberty to all, but sadly I see us tearing ourselves apart. I see people being discriminated against, people’s rights being taken away, and our moral system vanishing. No, I am not saying this is abundant every single place in America, but it is prevalent. I see us tearing down the very heart of who we should actually be and what we should stand for.

Don’t get me wrong, I love America, and believe it to be one of the best places in the world. Yet, I am not under a false sense that says we are doing everything right. Anymore I see people afraid to go to public events, afraid to speak out against things that are wrong, and people who would rather bend to every one and everything just to keep from conflict and maintain peace. I see in some accounts people who feel ostracized and manipulated and those who fear being their selves.

I wish our nation was always pleasant and kind, never wavering in the fundamentals and basic rules of humanity but less face it, that is not the world we are now living in. Instead we find ourselves losing that in our daily lives. We need to go back to our beginnings and learn from past mistakes. We do not need to conform to the changing times but stay strong in the midst of it. Just my perspective. I just want my children, grandchildren to know the great America we can be.

Despite all the things that are wrong or going in the wrong direction, we still genuinely care for people and we still love our country. We still help our neighbors and come together when a community is devastated or has been attacked. WE still  pray and worship as we see fit and we are genuinely resourceful and proud. We are thankful and we for the most part contribute back to our nation.  In spite of the turmoil, we generally seek peace. WE rise when we should and we don’t retreat. I love my country, I love its roots, its people and the fact we started as a God-fearing country. I applaud our efforts toward peace and our advances in our medical, scientific and military efforts.

We are not superior in this world of many nations, but we certainly should be proud.

Happy Birthday America! I salute you, which by the way is my right, living here in America.  A lot of people have sacrificed and defended our nation. I believe we can make America a safe and good place for all.

 

It’s my life…/ personal share

 

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It was always cold in here, not one bit of heat, except from my teacup poodle, who I kept beside me to help with warmth. I never knew why my room was always the coldest one in the house. Perhaps it was because my door to my bedroom was always to stay shut and we only had a fireplace with which to keep the house warm. Much of that house was cold…in a different sense. Why was my brother allowed to keep his door to his bedroom open and mine had to be closed? I bet it was because when it came to him, nothing was second best,, he always had the choice among choices, the supreme choice, as far as my mom was concerned. He was much younger than me but that did not really matter or put his needs in their proper order of ages. What he wanted, he always, somehow, no matter if needed or not, he got .

Back to the heat issue…

My room was next to the living room and across from my room was my brother’s room. So we both should have received warmth from the living room’s fireplace, just my opinion, of course. I often dreaded winter time because I knew I would freeze through the night and have to stay bundled up under a tremendous amount of cover. My poor little dog was always shivering and I bought him a sweater to put on during the winter months. He was a mere 5 pounds, dripping wet. He was my best friend and more than not, my protector. Anytime my mother would barge in my room, disgruntled or in a bad mood, she would start her tirade of demeaning words and my dog, would take a guarded defense stance across my lap as if to protect me. It was a good thing my dog was scary to my mother or he would have surely been hurt doing his guard of me. I appreciated him on that fact alone, he was an ankle biter to all but me. The lack of heat was not my only issue at my parent’s house growing up but one I am choosing to share.

What was it that made my room off-limits to the heat from our fireplace? Why did I have to stay cold while the other family members were warm and toasty. In fact my parents camped out on our couch bed I the winter time, because they wanted to stay warm. Their bedroom was in the back of the hall where there was also a bathroom, and my bedroom and my brother’s. So if my parents needed to stay warm, just imagine the cold I felt inside my bedroom. I was at my biggest weight 105 pounds. I was petite and small framed and needed a lot of warmth back in those days. Haha. I can’t say that now, in fact I run from heat, just kidding, but seriously close to the truth.

A lot of things come to mind when I think of my parent’s house, my childhood life. Not everything was bad there, but there was ways that would make a person question what  the reason behind their actions could have been. I was often not as “special” to my parents as my sister, or brother. I did not even have to hear those words, because they showed me. I am not sure what causes parents to treat their children with such difference and disdain. Being a mother I have a lot of things I would like to change about my children but they are who they are, and they all are special to me in one way, shape, or form. I really hope they know that.

Anyway,  I hope you treat your loved ones with the love they deserve and nothing less.

Each person is an individual, no two the same, if people were clones we would never be “special”.

Thanks for reading,

MwsR ❤

Personal Thoughts

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As a kid, wishing for things to stay the same, but realizing that they would not, I often daydreamed. I guess I reckoned that if I could not physically change things then I would just dream of what I wanted. Daydreaming, or pretend as others call it,, helped me a lot growing up. Each of my dolls had a name, and so did my stuffed toys. I can still by memory, say their names, they were that special to me. I still have a lot of my stuffed toys that I could not part with because they were so significant to me in one way or another.  There are so many times that I felt my toys were the only ones who loved me.

Now I know that might sound weird to some, but my toys, served a purpose for me. Just like a lot of people have various attachments to things. Think if you will about how for some it could be an attachment to a certain picture, thing, or perhaps a particular car.

For whatever reason people hold significance and meaning in things that were around during a special time in their life. It would be a bad time as well, that maybe they had. I was a kid that felt abandoned by a mother I , at the time, did not know. I didn’t even know the whole story as to why things went the way they went. All I knew as a child was what I was told or what I could conceive on my very own. I turned to my stuffed animals and dolls because I thought they were pretty special. I also thought that perhaps they heard me and would always listen to me. I am not quiet sure what my frame of mind was back as a child but I do know I, to this day, love my stuffed animals and dolls as I did being a child. You can ask my children, my stuffed things are very dear to me.  I am not obsessive or unnaturally weird about them but each one has a reason for being with me.

I guess as an adoptive child I needed those reasons for holding onto the ones I did. I would many times, venture into my “magical” closet and sit and talk to my stuffed toys and dolls as if they were really listening. You can get a lot of your chest when you need to, haha. One of my favorites is a stuffed elephant.  She is grey with pink inside her ears. Her name is ELLIE. Yes, she is named and she is a she and my grandfather gave her to me. My grandfather brought her one day to my house for my 13th birthday. She has and still is with me, after all this time. I lost my grandfather years ago, he was 98, and I cherish Ellie more now than ever.  I also have a stuffed monkey, his name is Elijah. He has a plastic banana in his hand, and is part plastic and part stuffed. He is still with me today. I don’t remember where he came from but he was the best monkey a girl could have asked for.  Another is a doll, that my uncle brought me from Germany, Her name is Emma and my uncle said he thought of me when he saw her, so he had to buy her for me. She has eyes that close when you tilt her, and they are blue like mine. She has brown hair and she has a  dress on. I keep her because she was one of the few things my uncle got for me, plus she was a doll from Germany. My uncle has since passed on but she will always remind me of him.

See,things can hold such special meaning to a person. it does not have to be special to everyone or anyone else, as long as it to you.

My stuffed dolls and toys helped me go through many changes in my life as a child and they served as a comfort to me. Some children chose a special blanket or pillow, but I choose my toys. There is more I could say and so much more to share, but that is for another day. If you find comfort in something it is okay to cherish it and keep it around you. it is okay to let things remind us of times past or times cherished. no one can tell you how to personally deal with life and your circumstances, it is not theirs to decide for you. Go ahead and deal with life the way you can and the way that works for you. It may look foolish or insignificant to others but that is okay.

Thanks for reading,

MwsR ❤

My Quotes

 

 

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“Secretly I yearn to be accepted, yet I fail to meet those kinds of standards.”

“I pose little comfort when I am desperately trying to comfort.”

“Some of the best times are those when no one says a word, but they hear exactly what each other are saying.”

“To be grounded does not mean you need to stay still. on the contrary one must wrestle with their own will.”

“When a person shows you their true colors, when they can’t give you anything, walk away from them. No, run away from them and never look back.”

“My greatest joy was always to see my children smile, hear them laugh at my jokes, feel them hold my hand as we danced across the floor. My greatest pain was when they could not smile, when they lost the ability to laugh and when they forgot how to dance.”

” Loving anything is better than not loving.”

MwsR ❤

Camille…Alzheimer’s

 

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I watched you as a child. Reading your Bible almost every morning that I can recollect. I watched you do crossword puzzles  with ease. It was so fun trying to help you solve those, by the way. I repeatedly combed your hair and pretended to be a beautician. Those things come to mind when I think of you.

I can remember the big breakfast you and my grandmother always made when I spent the night. It was so big, I had to take large bites. Yummy it was and so good to the taste, I helped you wash the dishes you used to make it in. Our trips to the grocery store in your Dodge car that was golden. Golden just like your heart. I loved sharing a bed with you when I was over for the night. Boy, how you did snore! It was a good thing I slept later than you because I really never slept well. You would have the windows out at night and I would find myself watching the curtains sway with the breeze blowing in. Yes, nighttime sleep was near impossible, but I loved it just the same. Those times were priceless.

When I first heard the you had Alzheimer’s I was devastated. I do not remember if I fully knew what all that meant for you, for me. I moved into your home to help ease the burden my grandmother had, trying to take care of you. It was not hard at first. Gradually things started to get harder and harder though.  No more did you work in your crossword puzzles, no more reading your Bible or any other book for that matter. You stopped cooking because it had become a danger to you. Suddenly I was taking care of you. There would be no more you caring after me. It was my turn. my turn to try to repay your love for me for so many years. I often found myself fighting back the tears, trying to remain positive. I often told myself that no matter how difficult caring for you was, I could hang in there and do it. Sadly, the care was not enough. Things changed and it was time for you to go to a care facility, your sister, my grandmother and I could no longer do it on our own.

After you were in that rest home, I would find it very difficult to visit you and see you in that place. They pulled your teeth out and you were reduced to a liquid diet. If they knew that you loved food as much as I knew, they would had not done that. I thought that was sad. I remember you falling several ties out of bed because they failed to put your handrails up attached to your bed. Honestly that made me so mad I wanted to say something but my grandmother told me not to. She was afraid if we caused a stink they would kick you out and we had very few options. I saw on several occasions the other residence had been in your room. You were unable to defend yourself and they were rummaging through your things and taking them. I spoke to the attending nurse and she simply said that she could not be in your room twenty-four seven and keep things from happening like that. My thoughts were, “Then why do we pay you?”

It was really hard to see these things that happened to you. Your teeth were pulled out because you had no one to brush your teeth properly. Which is a terrible reason. You also had things stolen that we gave you. That was criminal. You were left in the same position for hours on end and never taken outside, unless I came and rolled you out. You really loved that sunshine on your face, too. I saw you go down hill so fast. I saw mistreatment given to you. It broke my heart. I still knew you could feel, and think inside your head, regardless of the Alzheimer’s. You were hard to visit near the end of your days. I knew that the old you was inside you and fighting to come out but your body betrayed you. I admit I simply quit visiting in the weeks before you died. I could not bear the thought of it all and see you so faded. I am sorry I was weak and not strong. I am sorry it was wrong of me to never come back. I’d give anything to have that one more sunlight on your face.

Alzheimer’s is terrible. Having it, robs you of your present memories, your joy, your personality. I watched it change my great-aunt into a mean, and hateful person. It was not her fault. It was the disease that did that to her. Now there is more research, more medicine, more knowledge but back in the eighties there was not much known about the disease. I wish my great-aunt had of had the tools we see today, in the treatment for Alzheimer’s.

In memory and honor of my Great Aunt, Camille.

Thanks for reading!

MwsR ❤

I was nominated for the Liebster Award

Https://photosociology.wordpress.com/ Richard Keys, nominated me for the Liebliebster1ster Award. He is a photographer and of course writes. Like me and probably you, he writes for a reasons of expressing his feelings and thoughts. I love reading his blog. If you haven’t checked it out, please do. His pictures are amazing and he really has a passion about what he does. Thank you for nominating me, it is truly a surprise.

 

The Guidelines for Being Nominated are

The GUIDELINES for the 2018 award are as follows:
Thank the person who nominated you
• Display the award on your post
• Write a small post about what makes you passionate about blogging
• Provide 10 random facts about yourself
• Answer the questions given to you
• Nominate 5-11 other blogs for this award
• Ask them creative and unique questions of your own
• List the rules and inform your nominees of the award

 

 

 

Why am I passionate about my blogging?

I am really a newbie in this blog thing and I am learning more and more each time I read someone else’s stuff or the WordPress blog posts. I enjoy writing, I always have. What started out as a simple diary from my childhood , later became my heart in words on paper. When a person deals with emotional upsets, they express their dealings or experiences in different ways. My way of expression is poetry and just writing. I came on WordPress to promote my books, but found so much more here. I hope that one day, I may help someone or give enjoyment to someone, and possibly a little hope too.

10 Random Facts 

  1. I rode the 1982 World’s Fair, Ferris wheel in Knoxville Tennessee.The Giant Wheel was the largest Ferris wheel in the world at the time and the park’s tallest attraction at 165 feet. It’s currently the second tallest wheel in North America. I was stuck motionless on the very top too.
  2. The largest crowd I ever sang in front of was 500 people. It was a school function.
  3. I once went to a singing audition, sang a song from Mariah Cary and won first place. I was offered a record deal and an appearance on the Grand Ole Opry.  I  had to turn it down although it had been a dream of mine.
  4. I take 2 shots a day for my Diabetes.
  5. I have never traveled outside the USA, although I wish.
  6. I am not a victim anymore, I am a survivor.
  7. I love all walks of people and always thought I would be a nurse when I grew up.
  8. I have never went on a cruise ship. One of my wishes .
  9. I can play piano.
  10. I live in the same town as the family that raised me but never see them. Long story.

 

Questions for me to answer from Photosociology

How straight is straight?

It depends on who is observing.

What would you think I was referring to if I told you to ‘put it down’?

Feelings. Put my feelings down in words.

Why are swans graceful?

They don’t know they are beautiful.

Would you be a superhero or a sidekick, and what would your name be?

I’d be a sidekick, my name would be “Humble”, why because I think being ‘Humble” is what we all should be.

If you could remove one letter from the English alphabet, what would it be, and what consequences do you see coming from it?

Hmm… I guess it would be “e” because it usually hangs in the end of a word and it is unnecessary there.

What was the last thing you lost and never found? What do you imagine has happened to it?

I lost my sense of innocence. I wish I had never lost that. I envy babies and children they have it. I think somewhere in between my knowledge of things and adulthood, that is where I lost it.

What significance does the number seven have to you? What memories do you associate with it?

It reminds me of the days of creation in the Bible. I think of a week as well.

I remember learning the days of creation in school. I went to a Private Christian School.

Young and completely broke or old and disgustingly rich?

Old and rich, because I would give that money to those in need.

If a giant squirrel had commandeered your mode of transportation, whether car, moped, bike etc., and seemed to know how to make it work, what would you do to stop him?

I would not, I would enjoy watching it.

If you had your own coat of arms, what would I expect to find on them to describe you/ your family?
You would find a weight, a heart, a music note and possibly a light.

 

My Nominees are

https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/

https://crazylittlethings.site/

https://ladyleemanila.wordpress.com/

https://stoneronarollercoaster.wordpress.com/

https://thethoughtgalleryblog.wordpress.com/

 

 

 

If I nominated you answer the same questions as photosociology used for me to answer. Thank you

Thoughts (Hope)

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Everyone puts their clothes on and gets ready to go out into their day. What if, just what if they actually thought love was as important as their clothes, to go out into the day with. Better yet, what about kindness and sincerity, or hope…yes hope.

MwsR ❤