have you ever been so tired that you could not spell? well when I caught myself looking up MY name in the dict. I decided to give it up but first I would like to thank all the new friends I am meeting for all the help and kindness shown here and btw John you are so right the natives are pretty friendly God bless all the family's that are rep. here and again thank you

In loving memory of my mother in law who went home a year ago and is sorely missed..

Who God named love,
In His amazing grace and mercy
God loaned her to us.
With love we named her
Connie, sister, aunt and mother ya-ya and friend

Never to have the riches
This world can provide.
Yet always giving all that she had,
To any in need,
Always with true love.

Never to have the schooling
This world can provide,
Yet the wisdom of angels was hers
Always teaching,
Giving is love.

Willing never to be served
Placing herself last,
Loving to serve.

Never to cherish anything above the love of her family
Nothing she would not do or give in love to her family

Never to tired to jump in and help
Fast with her smile
Faster with her love and wit.

She could never come in any home and sit
Even her walker could not make her quit
Always cleaning dusting and straitening
Not always needed
Never in judgment
Always in love
God every time I see a clean white cloud I will know
“Little Angel”
Is still cleaning, dusting and straitening
Even your house, her new home
God thank you and praise you for your awesome gift of
Your “little angel”
Today we know truly is named

LOVE

The shame is at a lot of other sites that I have visited, The chance to truly help some one and or learn are wasted and instead for the most part only road maps to hell and sorrow and the real sad part is according to lawmakers and industry spokesmen it is no ones fault but the Child that choose to follow these map?? That is what the tobacco Industry used to say until the "body count" finally got high enough to gain support (voters) is that what is going on here because there is a mounting count..And I can promise you to a parent family member or friend the number 1 is higher than a billion

When I was a child at violence I would tremble. My young life taught me violence was a tool of the world. A lesson that I learned well, and with my use of this tool "others did tremble". In a cold and lonely time in my life a life that was without hope without love I learned about a man named Jesus. Today I have learned what violence has done it has Killed my Fathers Son,, "Jesus",

Mr. President,

Sir I respectfully ask that before you and our lawmakers cut money from Social Security, and Veterans, Please look into this backroom and tell me and the American public that this money is better spent elsewhere!

Sir when I entered this back room I discovered why there is such a place. It is so you the law makers and the American public have a place to keep some of us out of sight and hopefully out of your mind and off your conscience.

When I entered this room I was a young Vietnam vet with a disability I received in the service of this country. I was young enough to believe if I did as my country and the office you now hold asked if disaster struck I would be taken care of.
Sir while disaster did strike your word was just an empty promise. The truth of the matter is that my country has given me enough to live in the woods, the jails and mental institutions of this great country and most of all a life time home in this “crowed back room”

Sir the people I first met in my new home were the builders of this “great country”. Some were born here some Immigrated. All believed that if they would help build this” great country” and pay into the social security and taxes to support a new nation that God forbid disaster should strike this “great country” would take care of them…(we were all foolish at one time).
Sir while old age and disaster have struck the word of your office and the word of this country were again empty promises. The truth of the matter is that this “great country” has given them enough money where they are faced daily with the choice of paying for medicine or paying for food and shelter.

Some are lucky and can afford to live in a flop house full of danger where a lot are harmed and robbed others are not even that lucky I know because I have seen them in the woods, jails and mental homes of this “great country”. Where there only crime or fault is that they can no longer GIVE to this “great country”.

And so our “great country” gives them one more thing a home for the rest of there life in
“This Crowded Back Room”

As I hear the door open I look up to see if I should welcome the children now coming in or thank the lord when I see a body being taken out because finally they have escaped from

“THIS CROWED BACK ROOM”