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Glennjimo
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Name: Glenn
Country: Brazil
Metro: Belo Horizonte
Birthday: 1/20/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: My First Love. My second love. My path. My destiny. My friends.
School. Life. People. Riddles. Love. Hope. Faith. Perseverance. Godliness. Gentleness. Logic. Strategy. Encouragement....and a certain lady.
Expertise: trying, trying again, and trying some more.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  jackfrost2586
MSN: glenn.maia@ptk.org
Member Since:
6/17/2004
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Boo.
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| I was tearing up flooring for the Sellers today. It wasn't that bad
actually, until I got to the wood tiles that had millions of nails in
them. So I started peeling them up one at a time, and stacking them in
bags. I thought I got all the nails out.....but one apparently was
missed.
Owie
1/2-3/4 of an inch of nail went straight into my bicep. It bled pretty
bad (the inside of my shirt is a mess). You can't see how purple/blue
the area around it is, the picture does no justice for it. So In about
8 hours I'm gonna go get a Tetanus booster 
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| Runaway, runaway
Breathe this in
The water’s wait, water’s wait
Wide awake, wide away
Asking if you are
Erased, everything within you will feel
Erased now
Everyday, everyday
Houses full of no escape, no escape
Runaway, runaway
It starts to pull
He’s in this place, in this place
To question who you are
Who am I?
Who am I?
I will fade
If a person makes a promise, forgets they made it, and breaks it....did they really break it? | | |
| RIP
Sarah Bear Maia
1995-2006
Beloved Pet, companion, friend, and family member.
This morning at around 4:30 AM Sarah had a stroke. Then she started
having seizures. The right half of her body had been permanently set to
"on" and she had no control of herself. She was unable to keep her head
up, let alone keep herself from hitting the wall behind her.
Since she couldn't walk, we wrapped her in a blanket and Jon, Danny, my
dad, and I each got a corner. She was in a lot of pain, and terrified.
She wouldn't stop crying. We carried her out to the car and drove to
the animal hospital. I sat in the back, with her head resting on my lap
for the last time.
We knew what the vet would say. It was a
month early then originally predicted, but Sarah wasn't going to
recover from it this time. After about an hour most of the stroke's
symptoms had worn off- she could move her head around, wag her tail and
all that jazz, she just couldn't walk anymore. We all realized that
yes...she might get better. She very well could have some more good
days...she had a lot of good ones recently - running around,
wrestling...acting like her carefree self again.
But that
wasn't going to happen. She wasn't going to be comfortable anymore...we
all knew it. She may have had more days with us, but they wouldn't be
good ones for her. We all agreed quality over quantity...it was no way
for her to live.
The doctor gave us about another hour to
spend. All of us (including Alex & Alex..and excluding my dad...he
couldn't handle it) were there with her for the last 2-3 hours of her
life.
The vet came in and gave her the first shot...and she
looked...happy. And very sleepy. She started fading pretty quickly,
getting more and more tired by the time the 2nd shot when in.
It
was only a few moments after the 3rd shot that she stopped breathing,
and her tail wagged until the very end. But we kept petting her. We
kept petting her for another 30-40 minutes and talking about memories
we had of her.
It was one of the saddest things in my life
to see her stop moving- the image haunts me in the back of my mind,
burned into my eyes. I've never seen her so still...but I take some
comfort in knowing she won't feel anymore pain. No more fear....just
rest. She knows she was loved.
It was a good 11 years. They say the reason it hurts so bad to lose a
pet, even though it's "just an animal", is because they not only
reciprocate our love....but they give love unconditionally. Sarah was
my first dog. My first "real" pet. She was also family. She was our baby.
Goodbye Sarah | | |
| Long, but good
Who knew that such a simple treasure
Would give more than one could measure
Who knew that on that dark, fateful night
That my lost soul would not be taking flight.
So where to begin, of this mysterious tale?
From the beginning, you will see through the veil.
So see this story through failing eyes,
And let us begin, where all hope dies.
There was a man, who had been quite renown.
For everyone but him was hurting in their town.
Overcome with greed, bitterness, and strife
He didn't care what was lost for his gain, even a life.
Up in Heaven, nothing escaped God's gaze,
And never once, for his many things did he give God praise.
So while returning home from yet another pleasure,
God's judgement fell, without measure.
A tire blew, a gauge and meter went wild
"Nothing to worry" said the man as he smiled
"I can just buy more when I get back..."
Yet then everything he knew went black.
He could no longer see, hear, or feel
He could no longer determine if he was real
As his car drove steadily towards the edge
He didn't know why, but he made a pledge:
"If You save me from this, all the wrongs I will amend,
God, if You exist, than please let Your grace extend!"
Awake he was now, in a place he did not know,
Somewhat comforted by a hazy, yet familiar glow.
He was in a hospital, with doctors all around,
And yes, he was wearing one of those weird hospital gowns.
Every now and then, he would pick up a word or two,
But none held more power than these following few:
"He's going to die, can't you see?
None of the blood we give him tends to agree."
This was it, he was going to be lost..
He had liven a life of pleasure, but at what cost?
Then catching a glimpe of the corner of his eye,
Stood a woman he could not identify.
Gently, her whipser carried across to his heart,
"I am here because He does not wish you to depart."
The doctors now seeing this woman by the door,
Wondered why they hadn't seen her before.
Not thinking twice, they moved quickly about,
Hoping and praying, that this blood would work without doubt.
Finally his body, recognizing this heavenly gift,
Answered in reply, by healing up swift.
The doctors could barely get their instruments out, with no delay
Before his body had completely healed, and all wounds gone away.
The doctors astounded, with schocked faces all around
But the man, among all, couldn't emit a sound.
So the doctors brought in experts, all in a flood,
But the man knew, he was given angel's blood.
So with this divine gift came...
A man now without blame.
Correcting every wrong he had done,
He has given his life over to the Son.
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