Keep it all in, that's what It said. The Lord said I must submit. He is always right. I thought I knew what I wanted. I am so pissed on how fast the world change. I can't keep up.

“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.”
~Mahatma Gandhi


Be strong.

Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a
55 zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so
often?
When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but
only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard.
Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop
was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.
Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This
was worse than the coming ticket. A cop catching a guy from his own
church. A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a
long day at the off ice. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a
man he'd never seen in uniform. "Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like
this."
"Hello, Jack." No smile.
"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."
"Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
"I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the
rules a bit -just this once." Jack toed at a pebble on the
pavement. "Diane said
something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?"
"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our
precinct." Ouch. This was not going in the right direction. Time to
change tactics.
"What'd you clock me at?"
"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"
"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was
barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easie r with every ticket.
"Please, Jack, in the car."
Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming
it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the
window. The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad. Why
hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever
sat near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the
left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand. Jack rolled down the
window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the
slip.
"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.
Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his
retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was
this one going to cost? Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of
joke? Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
"Dear Jack,
Once upon a t ime I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a car.
You guessed it -- a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail,
and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters. All three of them.
I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I
can ever hug her again. A thousand times I've tried to forgive that
man.
A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it
again.
Even now. Pray for me. And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have
left."
- Bob


from Ms. Irish D.'s blog

I am nice. That's new. I am not nice (haha). I took some tests from my cousin's site (mufflednoise.com) . NERD tests V.02





I also took the left-brain, right brain test.


Tell me what you see.Is she spinning clockwise or counter clockwise?According to the Herald Sun, if you see her spinning clockwise, you use more of your right-brain than your left-brain, and vice-versa.
Left brain: uses logic, detail oriented, facts rule, etc. Right brain: uses feeling, "big picture" oriented, imagination rules, etc. Here's the weird thing, at first I saw her spinning counter clockwise. I looked at her foot closely then she turned clockwise. David saw this too. He saw clockwise while I saw her spinning the other way. Weird huh?