100,000 People Praying at One Time

Okay, this is the most awesome picture I have seen in 3 years.  I have been praying for 3 years that peace would come to Syria.  This is actually a picture of 100,000 people in Vatican City praying for the same thing.  I am so happy 100,000 hearts came to any place in the world and wished, hoped for life to continue on in Syria.

The world loves you Syria.  Please know that.

Lets Discuss Mental Illness NOW

Lets discuss it and not place stigma anywhere near it any longer but lets be serious the stigma just went up 100 fold because of 12-14-2012.  So many Moms now think that if you have a mental illness of any kind, you are going to hurt their children.  I know this because I’m a Mom, who took her kids to the bus stops today.  Two different bus stops, two different types of Moms and all the same opinion.  Of course none of them know I have a serious mental illness and I definitely won’t be talking with them about it now.  And by the way the all decide to blame video games for what just happened in that school.

Wake up call people…video games DID NOT do this…untreated, no help out there, mental illness did.

Look recently I looked into getting help through my state for mental illness because I am in a crisis mode.  After looking into it and realizing all the red tape I have to go through and still won’t get help I’ve decided it’s just in my best interest to seek help by paying 425 dollars an hour, YUP you heard that right; 425 dollars an hour to get help by myself.  Talk about overwhelming.

It’s time to make a change…it’s time to start regulating doctors so payments do not have to be that high and people that are in crisis mode can get help and it’s time to deal with the bulshit red tape that we have to go through to get the much needed help.

That’s all I have…please…please…PLEASE make it possible to get help here in the USA for mental illness.

My thoughts will be with many this holiday season as they try to get though this time of the year.

ReBlog: Hug A Vet Today

Today is obviously our day to honor those whom protect us and our Old Glory’s freedom.  Today we bow our heads for those brave soldiers whom have given the ultimate price so we remain a free country, so we can have “The American Dream” in our lives everyday, so we don’t have to feel fear when we go to sleep at night or awake in the morning.

I have a Veteran that has been in my life from the time I was born.  He taught me respect for our Flag, Arlington National Cemetery, our Armed Forces, and most of all Freedom.  He served two tours of duty in Vietnam and has never once asked for anything in return for it,  “Sweetie, I did it because it needed to be done,”  was his reply when I asked why he would go to war and possibly sacrifice his own life.  He brought back many memories from Vietnam and I am proud that he has shared some of those memories with me, I am proud that he ‘did what needed to be done’ for me, my children; for you, and your children.  I love and respect America because he taught that respect to me and always told me to hold that love close to my heart because there is no other place in the world as beautiful, gracious, noble as this country.

I love you, Dad!  You have and always will be my Hero.

A Little Boy Named Kenya

Image via @AndersonCooper If you are looking for a way to help the People of Somalia, please visit http://www.cnn.com/IMPACT

I want to tell you about someone.  I don’t want to use his real name but I don’t want to just call him “that boy” or him so for the sake of this post I’m going to call him, Kenya.

I met Kenya while I was walking my dog about 6 months ago.  Kenya is 6 years old, in the second grade and is absolutely lovely.  When I met Kenya he was walking home from the school bus stop by himself, which concerned me a great deal.  Knowing that kids like freedom and get insulted if you try to help them TOO much, I decided to just walk along with him as if I wasn’t actually seeing to it that he arrived safely at his destination.  Out of the blue he says to me,

You know before my Dad brought me here to America I had never seen a dog before, they are everywhere here.

Startled that he broke the silence first; I asked him,

Where did your Dad bring you from?

He looks at me and says with huge eyes that are filled with happiness,

Somalia.  We didn’t have anything, well except my rock collection which I was able to bring with me.

I was taken completely off guard by the word Somalia.

Wow Kenya, do you like America?

I knew he had moved in just recently and I only had spoken with his Dad once and his Mom never because she doesn’t speak English.  He replies to me,

Eh, it’s alright.  Do you know how to make crystals?

This 6 year old boy gave me step by step instructions on how to make crystals, I should’ve wrote them down but I was just in awe of how intelligent and friendly he was.  He had no qualms with walking and speaking with me, none what so ever.

When we get to his home I speak with his Dad and say,

I can’t believe they let him off the school bus without you being present.

The Dad looks at me curious and says,

Walking home from the school bus stop is piddly compared to what he’s used to walking, atleast here he won’t be shot at or starve to death.

Sigh…he’s right, walking home by himself here in America is absolutely nothing compared to what he had to endure in Africa.  Here he has reasons to smile.  Here he has shoes, a backpack,  and school.  Hell, here he has food and water!

They’re Americanized now, he still walks home alone and still has his rock collection though.