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gr8nbed's Homepage http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed Thu, 31 Dec 2009 10:54 EST Thu, 31 Dec 2009 10:54 EST Zorpia.com For my Brothers and sisters serving proudly http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1511662 ***SUPPORT OUR TROOPS ~ BLESS THEM ALL**** He stays up for days on end. __________________________ You take a warm shower to help you wake up. He goes days or weeks without running water. __________________________ You complain of a "headache", and call in sick. He gets shot at, as others are hit, and keeps moving forward. __________________________ You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends. He still fights for your right to wear that shirt. __________________________ You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket. He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags. __________________________ You talk trash on your "buddies" that aren't with you. He knows he may not see some of his buddies again. __________________________ You don't feel like helping out your dad today, so you don't. He does what he is told. __________________________ You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls. He walks the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists. __________________________ You complain about how hot it is. He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow. __________________________ You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong. He does not get to eat today. __________________________ Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes. He wears the same things for months, but makes sure his weapons are clean. __________________________ You go to the mall and get your hair redone. He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today. __________________________ You are angry because your class ran 5 minutes over. He is told he will be held an extra 2 months. He does as he is told. __________________________ You call your girlfriend and set a date for that night. He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home. __________________________ You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday. He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume. __________________________ You ditch class to go to a movie. He goes where he is told. __________________________ You roll your eyes as a baby cries. He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet. __________________________ You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything. He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own government and remembers why he is fighting. __________________________ You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of the men like him. He hears the gun fire and bombs. __________________________ You see only what the media wants you to see. He sees the bodies lying around him. __________________________ You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't. He does what he is told. __________________________ You stay at home and watch tv. He takes whatever time he is given to call and write home, sleep, and eat. __________________________ You crawl into your bed, with down pillows, and try to get comfortable. He crawls under a tank for shade and a 5 minute nap, only to be woken by gun fire. __________________________ You sit there and judge him, saying the world is a worse place because of men like him. If only there were more men like him ** ~OUR HUSBANDS/WIVES, SONS/DAUGHTERS, COUSINS, FRIENDS ARE OUT THERE FIGHTING AND RISKING THEIR LIVES FOR US!! PLEASE SUPPORT OUR TROOPS!!!~** <33 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Personal http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1511662 Sat, 15 Apr 2006 21:35 EST HAPPY VALENTINES DAY http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1483123 YOU'VE BEEN A NAUGHTY GIRL, NOW GO TO MY ROOM Personal http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1483123 Tue, 14 Feb 2006 11:19 EST One Wish http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1476629 If I had one wish it would be that you could see yourself the way I see you. the you would know why I freakin love you so much..... Personal http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1476629 Thu, 02 Feb 2006 10:30 EST Poetry from a friend http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1476175 roses r red, nuts r brown, skirts r up, pants r down, body 2 body, skin 2 skin, when its stiff, stick it in. send to 10 ppl and see if u get it back that means someone wants to FUCK YOU. if i don't get this back i guess u don't want me that bad. if u have a lot of luv 4 someone.....copy and send to ur whole friend list and ur true love will call or im you 2day so b happy!! da sex train - if u get it ur cute...u get it twice ur a hottie...u get it 3 times ur sexy...4 times ur fuckable......send this and see how many time u get it Personal http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1476175 Wed, 01 Feb 2006 16:00 EST Since I am A MARINE I love this http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1476123 <div>Little Melissa comes home from first grade and tells her father that they learned about the history of Valentine's Day. "Since Valentine's Day is for a Christian saint and we're Jewish," she asks, "will God get mad at me for giving someone a valentine?" Melissa's father thinks a bit, then says "No, I don't think God would get mad. Who do you want to give a Valentine to?" "Osama Bin Laden," she says. "Why Osama Bin Laden," her father asks in shock. "Well," she says, "I thought that if a little American Jewish girl could have enough love to give Osama a Valentine, he might start to think that maybe we're not all bad, and maybe start loving people a little bit. And if other kids saw what I did and sent Valentines to Osama, he'd love everyone a lot. And then he'd start going all over the place to tell everyone how much he loved them and how he didn't hate anyone anymore." Her father's heart swells and he looks at his daughter with new found pride. "Melissa, that's the most wonderful thing I've ever heard." "I know,"Melissa says, "and once that gets him out in the open, the Marines could shoot the fucker."</div> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1476123 Wed, 01 Feb 2006 13:58 EST TGIF http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1473335 NEED I SCREAM more! Have a safe weekend everyone.Doug Personal http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1473335 Fri, 27 Jan 2006 15:54 EST A sad read http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1472740 I saw this on someone else's site and as a tear was rolling down my Cheek I had to post it. Daddy's Poem Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go but her mommy tried to tell her that she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand if she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone. And that was why once again she tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees a dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back for everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently in their seats. One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy as seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching for a man who wasn't there. "Where's her daddy at?â€ she heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say, "Looks like another deadbeat dad too busy to waste his day." The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom. She looked back at her teacher who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child came words incredibly unique. "My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know all about my daddy and how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories he taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone. "Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart I know because he told me. With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat beneath her favorite dress and from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter who was wise beyond her years, for she stood up for the love of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud. "I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far. You see he was a policeman and died just this past year when airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away." And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day. And to her motherâ€™s amazement, she witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side. "I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out. What happened next made believers of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose. And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining star. and given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. Personal http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1472740 Thu, 26 Jan 2006 15:07 EST Today http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1468479 I just spent my lunch at the beach. Everytime I go there it clears my mind from all the stress from work. It is amazing how incredibly peaceful it is out there. Today there was probably 500 pelicans diving in and out of the water to get fodd. I have never seen so many in one place like that. It was incredible. The down side was that I wanted to go surfing since there were some small waves. But then again the water is cold so that changed my mind again. I can't wait for summer. Enjoy life....Doug Personal http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1468479 Thu, 19 Jan 2006 13:45 EST This is good and sad http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1461738 <table cellspacing="9" cellpadding="89" width="100%" align="center" border="0"><tr><td>Sarah My name is Sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid, I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better, I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my Mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all, I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long. When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home. When my Mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall. I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor. My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me. There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help. It sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, because you would have to be one heartless person to not be affected by this email.  And because you are affected, do something about it!!  So all I am asking you to do is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth. Please pass this poem on as a Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. </td></tr></table> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/gr8nbed/journal/1461738 Mon, 09 Jan 2006 16:14 EST