Dear Mr Vernon, 

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong, but we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms. The most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...

and an athlete...

and a basket case...

a princess...

and a criminal.

Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours, 

The Breakfast Club. 

"It is the rock upon which all human culture is built; it is what makes us human."

Hi, Mommy.
I'm your baby. You don't know me yet, I'm only a few weeks old. You're going to find out about me soon, though, I promise. Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I've got beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don't have it yet, but I will when I'm born. I'm going to be your only child, and you'll call me your one and only. I'm going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we have each other. We'll help each other, and love each other. I want to be a doctor when I grow up.

You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn't wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I know it already. Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about me! ...He wasn't happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don't think that you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don't think I understand yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay... but I was very sad for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That's a sound I don't like. It doesn't make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after, and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I'm not sure if I do. It wasn't right. You say he loves you... why would he hurt you? I don't like it, Mommy.
... ... Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and you're so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes, and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I'm happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.

I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love you, Mommy.

Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting funny and he wasn't talking right. He said he didn't want you. I don't know why, but that's what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry, Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won't let you get hurt! I promise to protect you. Daddy is bad. I don't care if you think that he is a good person, I think he's bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn't want us. He doesn't like me. Why doesn't he like me, Mommy?

You didn't talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?

It's been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven't talked to me or touched me or anything since that. Don't you still love me, Mommy? I still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don't you do that when you're awake, any more?

I'm 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren't you proud of me? We're going somewhere today, and it's somewhere new. I'm excited. It looks like a hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell you that? I hope you're as excited as I am. I can't wait.

Mommy, I'm getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don't know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think something's going to happen soon. I'm really, really, really scared, Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love you!

Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!

Don't worry Mommy, I'm safe. I'm in heaven with the angels now. They told me what you did, and they said it's called an abortion.

Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don't you love me any more? Why did you get rid of me? I'm really, really, really sorry if I did something wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why don't you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care about me, and not talk to me. Didn't I love you enough? Please say you'll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don't want to be here, I want you to love me again! I'm really really really sorry if I did something wrong. I love you!

I love you, Mommy.

Every abortion is just…

One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak.

DID YOU EVER LOOK AT A PICTURE OF YOURSELF AND SEE A STRANGER IN THE BACKGROUND?

IT MAKES YOU WONDER HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE PICTURES OF YOU,

HOW MANY MOMENTS OF OTHER PEOPLES' LIVES WE'VE BEEN IN.

WERE WE PART OF SOMEONE'S LIFE WHEN THEIR DREAM CAME TRUE,

OR WERE WE THERE WHEN THEIR DREAMS DIED?

DID WE KEEP TRYING TO GET IN, AS IF WE WERE SOMEHOW DESTINED TO BE THERE?

OR DID THE SHOT TAKE US BY SURPRISE?

JUST THINK, YOU COULD BE A BIG PART OF SOMEONE ELSE'S LIFE, AND NOT EVEN KNOW IT.

The lion and the unicorn were fighting for the crown. 

We shall never forget
We shall keep this day,
We shall keep the events and the tears
In our minds, our memory and our hearts
and take them with us as we carry on.

Whether it caused the fatal end of one person, 

or three thousand people... 

The tragic events and actions that occurred that day, 

were both cowardly by the hijackers 

and heroic by all those who helped at the World Trade Centre.

Thank you God for giving us these people who were kind, 

noble and brave enough to face the dangers, 

and darkness of that day, which most of us will never forget.

♥♥♥

And Aubrey was her name,
A not so very ordinary girl or name.
But who's to blame?
For a love that wouldn't bloom
For the hearts that never played in tune.
Like a lovely melody that everyone can sing,
Take away the words that rhyme it doesn't mean a thing.

And Aubrey was her name.
We tripped the light and danced together to the moon,
But where was June.
No it never came around.
If it did it never made a sound,
Maybe I was absent or was listening to fast,
Catching all the words, but then the meaning going past,

But God I miss the girl,
And I'd go a thousand times around the world just to be
Closer to her than to me.

And Aubrey was her name,
I never knew her, but I loved her just the same,
I loved her name.
Wish that I had found the way
And the reasons that would make her stay.
I have learned to lead a life apart from all the rest.
If I can't have the one I want, I'll do without the best.

But how I miss the girl
And I'd go a million times around the world just to say
She had been mine for a day.

Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mama, I don't wanna die

Well, I don't wanna be a sailor mama, I don't wanna fly

Well, I don't wanna be a failure mama, I don't wanna cry

Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mama, I don't wanna die

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no 

Well, I don't wanna be a rich man mama, I don't wanna cry

Well, I don't wanna be a poor man mama, I don't wanna fly

Well, I don't wanna be a lawyer mama, I don't wanna lie

Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mama, I don't wanna die

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, hey! 

Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mama, I don't wanna die

Well, I don't wanna be a thief now mama, I don't wanna fly

Well, I don't wanna be a churchman mama, I don't wanna cry

Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mama, I don't wanna die

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, hey! 

Oh well, I don't wanna be a soldier mama, I don't wanna die

Well, I don't wanna be a sailor mama, I don't wanna fly

Well, I don't wanna be a failure mama, I don't wanna cry

Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mama, I don't wanna die

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no

If someone calls themselves a child of God, 

yet still have the indecency to say something so hateful, 

they do not know the meaning of brother or sister.

We are all together, serving as God's children.

To go against any one of His children,

based on the colour of the skin God gave him, 

is to directly disrespect the work God has created.

To go against any one of His children, 

based on the colour of the skin God gave him, 

is to show your cowardice and the way you see society.

To go against any one of His children, 

based on the colour of the skin God gave him, 

is to confess that your morals are weak, and you are unable to stand.

Martin Luther King Jr., I and so many others...

We all have the same dream, and expect others to open their eyes, 

and succumb to the truth of the tragedy caused in the past, 

and the truth of the tragedy that still continues to this day...

Dream Variations by Langston Hughes

To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me-
That is my dream!

To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening...
A tall, slim tree...
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.

This is the ending of a very beautiful movie, "La Vie est Belle."

This movie, despite its title, is tragic, but warms ones heart, 

because of the innocence and purity the characters in the movie reveal.

Only so many fathers would go to those lengths to savour the innocence in his son...

Only so many fathers would pretend war is just a game, where prizes and points are given...

Only so many fathers would smile and laugh, while they sacrifice their life for their family...

THE BALLOT IS STRONGER 
THAN THE BULLET...

“There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.”

--Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

When he shall die
Take him and cut him out in little stars
And he will make the face of heav'n so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
-William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet