Judgment Day

As you know, this week was the first week of school for me, so as anticipated, I’ve been quite busy with class, sleeping, and watching movies.  Unfortunately, all of these daily tasks tend to outweigh my writing a blog post.  Besides, I haven’t had much to write about lately.  I mean no one wants to read about school because it’s just as boring to read about a class as it is to attend it.

I don’t want to lose you as readers (those of you who may still be reading), so I thought that I’d post some poetry and photography on the days that I can’t think of anything to write about or don’t have enough time to write.

So today will be the first poetry day.  This poem was written when I was trying to figure out where to go to college and what I wanted to do with my life.  It was a confusing time, but this poem helped me to organize my thoughts.  I hope you enjoy.  It’s called “Judgment Day” as implied by the title of the post.  Sorry about all the spacing, by the way.  I can’t figure out how to make it not double spaced.

 

 

We are faced with so many choices in life,

But what if we make the wrong one?

In the end, when everything’s over,

Will we be happy with what we have done?

 

 

Or will we look back and wish we could change things,

Turn back the hands of time?

What if we take the wrong path in life,

Or ignore one too many signs?

 

What if you had been nicer to that kid in 6^th grade?

What if you had valued your education?

Would you have chosen a different career path,

Aspired to be president of the nation?

 

Do you wish you could change the college you attended

Or the friends you hung out with in high school?

Do you wish you could retract all those dumb things you did

Though at one point you thought were “cool”?

 

Would you have said “I love you” just a few more times

To the ones you adored the most?

Would you have offered up just a few more prayers

With respect to our Heavenly Host?

 

Or in the end, will we be fully content

To not change the life that went by so fast?

Perhaps, at that point, we have no other choice

Because we cannot change the past.

Digging Himself Deeper

Sometimes, men (particularly boyfriends or husbands) easily and effectively dig themselves deep into holes with their inappropriate remarks.  Well, a couple of days ago, Good Looking dug himself into a very deep hole.  The only difference is that I helped.  Oh yeah, and we dug the hole in sand.

The first day at the beach, Good Looking began digging a hole with a frisbee, while I sat in a chair and watched.  He must constantly be doing something at the beach and sitting still is not an option for him.  So I usually just watch him do physical labor while I kick back and relax.

The next day, Good Looking and I went out and bought some heavy duty beach shovels, equipped with sturdy wooden handles, to expand the hole.  We marked our goal for the expanse of the hole in the sand and began digging.  We continued digging until this hole was big enough for the two of us to sit in it.

It was very comforting and relaxing.  I wasn’t a fan of getting sand all in my special spots, but it was a price I had to pay.  We had a small ocean at our feet because we dug deep enough to hit water, and the sun wasn’t too hot on our skin.  It was also fairly quiet and windless.  Not to mention, our ocean contained no jellyfish!

After a while of simply sitting, Good Looking and I got bored.  We heard some kids passing by so we decided to put on a puppet show with our shovels.  Then, all of a sudden, we heard a couple of people getting closer to our hole.

“Oh my goodness!  We have to go see that!”

A couple of older women walked up to our hole and, upon looking inside, exclaimed, “Oh, it’s big kids!”

Yes, that’s right.  We’re “big” kids.  It would have taken a fairly large team of “little” kids to dig the hole as large as we did.  The women said they saw our puppet show and just had to come over and see who was inside.  Surprise!  It’s us!  Then they scurried off to tell their husbands all about what they saw.

Apparently Good Looking and I are a pretty exciting site to see.  Alas, a few days later, our amazing feat is still there in the sand.  It has not yet caved in, and we have made a game of trying to throw a frisbee into it.

Clinically Depressed

I’ve had a nasty cold for the past few days that has been making this trip to Florida slightly less than par.  It is however brought back up to par, given the presence of Good Looking, Stupid, and Stupid’s and my parents.  (Sidenote: Stupid isn’t really stupid, she’s actually very smart.  She was simply the unlucky recipient of a very mean nickname, but I feel I would confuse you if I changed it now.  So I’ll just tell you why I can’t change it.)

Back to the cold… when I woke up this morning, I had a nasty array of sores on my nose, compliments of my sickness.  Due to my allergies, I have had these sores in the past.  We’ve always gone to the doctor and gotten some prescribed cream to put on them, but being four hours away from the doctor’s office, this was not exactly possible.  So we decided on the next best option: a walk-in-clinic.

When we arrived, there were four other people in the waiting room (two of whom were a couple).  After a short period of only 2 and a half hours, all of those people had made it to the back room, where they likely waited another two or so hours to actually get seen by the doctor.  I, however, was still in the original waiting room with my mother.

During that two and a half hour period, Good Looking and Stupid were with us for about an hour.  We went shopping in the surrounding shops and ended up buying a puzzle, a book, and some sticky notes (the latter two were for Mother).  Then Mother and Stupid walked to the Winn Dixie close by to get the groceries they needed for dinner tonight.  Stupid and Good Looking brought them back to the condo, unloaded them, ate lunch, and we were still at this walk-in clinic.

Well, while just my mother and I were at the clinic, we made a couple friends with some of the people that had come in after us.  A husband and wife joined us in the waiting room and began complaining that it was taking too long after a mere ten minutes.  Apparently the wife thought that walk-in clinic meant walk in, get treated and walk out.  Boy was she in for a rude awakening.

After they began complaining, my mother informed them that we had been in there for nearly three hours and that they shouldn’t expect to go back any time soon.  While waiting, we watched each of the three women behind the desk go get lunch or groceries.  Upon the entering of the lady with groceries, the wife exclaimed that if she were to go shopping anywhere, it would be the liquor store, where she would buy us all tequila.  She even offered to make us margaritas for the wait.

Still another few minutes later, a one-armed man walked out of the back area.  We had never seen this man before, so we knew he must have been back there for quite some time.  He rushed out of the doors but was summoned back by the two ladies behind the counter.

“Sir, sir you have to come to this window to pay!  It’s a $20 co-pay for you.”

The man walked back inside the doors and walked up to the window.  He told them that there was no way he was going to pay them that money after he had waited there for over three hours.  They told him once again that he had to pay the money.

“I’m not paying you anything!  You have my address!  Bill me and I’ll send you a check!”

As he stormed out the doors, muttering under his breath, the two ladies tried to tell him that they don’t accept checks.  I don’t think the man heard.

When we finally hit the three hour mark, Mother decided to call the doctor’s office and ask them to call in a prescription to a local Rite Aid.  After all, I have had these sore before.  Within minutes, I had a prescription and Good Looking and Stupid came by to pick us up.

I wasted three hours of my life at this clinic.  At least I was somewhat entertained.

Having Your Own Blog

Keeping up with a blog can be a very difficult task.  Especially when your internet doesn’t work.

First, you must come up with a topic to write about.  This, of course, depends on the topic of your blog.  If your blog is meant to be funny, you must come up with something comedic.  If it is meant to be serious, you must come up with some serious topic to write about.  Or if it about politics, you can do like all the other people with blogs about politics: don’t bother coming up with your own topics, simply post a previously published internet story or a link to one such story.

Today, my topic was going to be about The Secret of Life.

Then, you must actually write the post (or copy and paste the post from another site if your post is about politics).  Depending on the length of the post and what you are doing at the time, this step could take anywhere from 5 minutes to 50 minutes.

Today, my post took me about 20 minutes to write because I was also watching my mother clean the windows and letting her know where they were too streaky.

The third and final step is to click the “Publish” button and hope that people visit your site to read your latest work.  It seems like this would be the easiest step, but occasionally, it poses problems.

For example, today, I had finished typing post and had clicked the “Publish” button.  Unbeknownst to me, however, I had lost my internet connection.  So, instead of bringing me to a page telling me that my post had been published, I was brought to a page telling me that I had lost my internet connection.  This meant that all the time I spent typing about the secret of life was wasted because my post was lost.

Maybe one day I will rewrite about the secret of life, but the lost internet connection may have been a sign that I am not supposed to share the secret of life with anyone.  Perhaps the world is not ready.

Tunica Tale – A Trifecta Treat – Part 3

Today, the saga ends.

We proceeded down a fairly easy path with very few rocks.  Then, he informed me that in order to take a shorter route back to the cars to make me happy, we would have to climb what is known as The Death Climb.  This obviously did not make me happy at all, and my anger and hatred continued to grow.  We finally came upon The Death Climb and it was basically a ledge at a 90 degree angle to the flat ground – straight up and down.  I’m supposed to climb this?  

He told me not to worry, that he would find an easier way up for me.  Then he points up… Do you see that path right up there?  It starts out going right and then swings to the left?  You can go up there.  There’s plenty of roots to help you along the way, so you’ll be fine.

Great.  I’m walking up tree roots on The Death Climb.  Good Looking went to climb up the vertical path, and I began my journey up the roots.  I quickly learned that the path he pointed out to me was actually nonexistent.  He had made it up.  The so-called “path” turned out to be about 3 inches wide, right on the ledge of this mountainous ravine that, had I slipped on a root, I could have fallen down.  

So I’m taking this journey up the wall of rock, slowly and carefully, when all of a sudden my chest begins making noise as I breathe.  I didn’t know what it was at first, but then I realized that I was actually hyperventilating.  I had to calm myself down somehow, so I kept repeating to myself “PA – positive attitude.”  But at this point, I could have killed Good Looking!

When I finally made it to the top, I began to worry about Good Looking.  I mean he was actually climbing the hard part of The Death Climb.  I wanted to kill him, but I didn’t want him to die.  So, not wanting to talk to him, but still wanting to make sure he was okay, I shyly called out “Where are you?”  His short response, “Here!” satisfied me. 

When he finally made it to the top, I saw his arm swing over the ledge.  Thank God.  But then, he asked if I could walk over to the ledge and help him up.  Seriously??  I just freaking hyperventilated and I wasn’t even on the very edge, and now you want me to walk over there and attempt to help you over the ledge?  I could fall off!!!  Luckily, he somehow managed to pull himself up by hugging a tree.  No need for my help.

When he joined me at the top, however, I was actually crying.  Not just whimpering like before, but there were actual tears down my cheeks.  I wanted so badly to just go home!  But then, the hyperventilating started again.  Perfect.  Good Looking offered me some water and tried to calm me down, which he successfully did, but I was still very unhappy and still crying.

Then, finally, I saw salvation – a gravel path, which I thought would be the extent of my entire hike.  I knew that I would soon be back at the cars, and on my way home.  The gravel path was very long, and we had to stop a couple times on the way so I could catch my breath, but we finally made it back to the cars!

On our way home, we stopped at Sonic for some food and drink (Good Looking treated).  Then, for the rest of the car ride, I relayed the details of my anger to him and made him feel like a horrible person, for which I am actually very sorry.  I am no longer angry at Good Looking, but he is still very apologetic for taking me on that trip.

Needless to say, I will probably never go to Tunica Hills again.  I told Good Looking that I’m sorry I hate his happy place.  But on the bright side, I got all my exercise in for the whole year in just one day!

Tunica Tale – A Trifecta Treat – Part 2

From the waterfall, I got to climb and hop across more rocks and more water.  Boy, this was really beginning to get fun!  My hatred was growing even more, and I kept on my pouty face every time Good Looking looked at me.  I was not a happy person, and I made sure he knew it.  Then, he thought he’d make the situation better by telling me that when he was working on his wilderness survival merit badge for Boy Scouts, the first thing they learned was PA – positive attitude.  ”Sorry!” I responded.  And it wasn’t like, I’m sorry that I’m in a bad mood, it was like, sorry but you are NOT getting a positive attitude out of me right now.

Eventually we came to a fork in the road.  I was given two choices: go left to one, peaceful waterfall, or right to two really cool waterfalls.  Well, despite the previous events, I was feeling adventurous and I decided to take the path that looked more difficult.  We went left.  But my reasoning was actually that I wanted to get the more difficult path out of the way first.  

So we started down it, and it actually wasn’t that bad (but I was still very angry with Good Looking).  I was walking a few steps behind him constantly so that I could watch what he did and follow suit.  Well, the entire time I was behind him, I was whimpering and crying, attempting to hide it from him.  I couldn’t help the sniffling though, so he kept turning around to ask if I was okay.  I continuously replied yes, but then he decided to ask if I was allergic to something out there.  I replied, “I guess so,” seemingly indifferently, though I was actually incredibly angry.  I needed to take out my anger on something so I kept slamming my walking stick into the ground as hard as I could.

I was dragging the walking stick behind me at points, and he asked if I wanted him to carry it for me.  I said “no.”  Then he asked if I wanted to continue dragging it on the ground.  I said “no.”  So then he said “Well what do you want?” to which I replied “To go home.”  A couple minutes later I informed him that the reason I wanted to continue holding the walking stick for myself was that I was planning to use it to beat him over the head later.

So the first path turned out to be much easier than I thought it would be.  Now, on to the second with the two cooler waterfalls.  Okay, I was extremely unhappy at this point, but off we went.  It was fairly easy at first, not too many rocks.  But then, we encountered a family of four traveling in the opposite direction from us.  They were attempting to climb up a somewhat small ledge, but it was incredibly slippery.  Good Looking went off and walked across a fallen tree to hop onto a ledge and climb up the side of what I consider a mountain – effortlessly.  Meanwhile, I’m standing alone for what felt like twenty minutes, watching this family struggle to climb up this ledge.

Good Looking reappeared and said it was my turn to climb down the ledge.  I stood there and stared at it for a minute or two.  Then, the father of the family of four informed me that I’d be fine, the root that he held to climb up would hold me just fine.  I said thanks and that I was just planning my way down, but in reality, I was planning a scheme to get myself out of climbing down. 

Good Looking climbed up to me so he could find an easier way down.  I said explicitly: I am not happy.  I don’t want to do this.  But apparently that translates into, don’t worry I’ll find an easier way down for you.  Granted, he did ask me several times if I wanted to turn around, but I kept saying no because I knew he wanted to continue.  I wanted him to be happy, so I watched as he effortlessly lowered himself down in between these two rocks.  He made it look so easy, and though I still did not want to do it, I wanted him to be happy.  So, I tried – and failed.  I attempted to recreate his descent, but I ended up slipping, hitting the back of my head on the ledge, and scraping my elbow and my back.  Not to mention I got mud all over my butt.  It wasn’t until I got home to take a shower that I realized it was actually in my butt as well.

Check back tomorrow for the adventure’s finale.

Tunica Tale – A Trifecta Treat – Part 1

This was written the day of the events and is reflected in the writing.  The story is so long that it must be broken down into several parts to keep you interested.

Good Looking has been bugging me all summer to go to a place called Tunica Hills with him.  Tunica Hills is a nature hike with lots of valleys and waterfalls and such.  It also happens to be Good Looking’s “happy place,” but I had never been before.  So, earlier this summer, just before Good Looking took off for summer school, we began the hour and a half journey to this Tunica Hills, which is actually in Mississippi, past St. Francisville.  The journey ended slightly prematurely, however, as Good Looking and I got into a wreck just before St. Francisville.  

This should have been sign number one for me NOT to go to Tunica.  But did I heed this warning?  Sadly, no.

So Good Looking and I planned to make another attempt at going to Tunica.  Well, this time we made it, and I will relay the events to you.

Let’s start with the night before.  Good Looking stayed at the house until midnight, watching a movie with me.  When he left I was dead tired, and he said he planned to call me at 9:00 this morning so that we could get up and go.  It didn’t take me long to fall asleep, but I didn’t stay in that dreamy state for long.  All night, I was tossing and turning.  I did not sleep well at all.

This should have been sign number two.  But again, I ignored it.

Sign number three came earlier this morning.  My alarm went off at 9:00 AM.  Still no phone call.  So I hit the snooze button and went back to sleep.  9:15 rolled around, and still… no phone call.  So, again, I went back to sleep at hoped that maybe he actually wouldn’t call and I could just stay in bed!  But alas, he finally called me, 40 minutes late and apologized for having overslept.

Third sign, ignored.

Finally, at 9:40, I got out of bed, got ready, packed my cute little Vera Bradley backpack that I was planning to take on the hike with me, and headed to Good Looking’s house to pick him up.  It rained almost the entire way there (sign number 4).  It was hard to ignore the rain as I had to drive through it, but like a trooper, I stayed silent.  I didn’t ask if he was going to make me hike in the rain, even though I was thinking it the whole time.

When we arrived, it was still raining, though not quite as hard, and Good Looking said it was time to go.  ”In the rain???”  Of course, in the rain, what was I thinking?  It was the perfect weather.  But before we started our journey, I was told to leave all of my belongings in the car.  So much for my snacks.  :(

So we start along this gravel trail.  While on it, we encountered a nice man and woman with walking sticks.  I asked why I didn’t get a cool walking stick, and I don’t know if the guy overheard me or not, but he kindly offered me his.  I thought everything was going well up to this point, and was actually looking forward to the rest of the hike.

Then we got to a fairly steep slope with stairs on the side of it.  This did not look promising.  Good Looking told me I could either brave the slope and try not to fall, or take the stairs.  Pshh!  I was too good for the stairs!  So I went down the slope.  Plus I had my handy walking stick with me.  Well, going down the slope, I was perfectly fine.  I didn’t fall, or even come close to it.  Piece of cake, I thought, especially when Good Looking informed me that the hardest part of the trail is trekking back up those slopes to get back to the cars.  Well, if I could get down it, I could get back up it.  No problem.

Unfortunately, Good Looking lied to me.  That was certainly not the hardest part.  We continued down this gravel trail and everything was all fine and dandy until we first encountered a creek.  Now call me sheltered, but I’ve never seen a creek before.  You see, I typically stay inside shelters and don’t venture outside too much.  I was excited to see a creek for the first time.  I was enjoying jumping across it, back and forth to stay on the path.

But then the creek started to get wider.  And there were all these rocks in the way.  And this is when my hatred of Good Looking began.  At first it wasn’t bad.  I’d just watch what he did and follow suit.  But then he started taking the most difficult routes possible, simply because he could, and I was left to find easier paths to take on my own.  These “easy” paths turned out to not be so easy, especially since it had been raining, causing the dirt to turn into mud, which was incredibly slippery.

Eventually, the creek turned into a waterfall (which I later learned was one of many).  I got to the edge and was incredibly confused.  I wasn’t sure where we were supposed to go from there.  Was this the point where we were to turn around?  But then, Good Looking informed me that we were to jump off the cliff.  Yeah, right!  Turns out he was kidding, but I really did have to get down that cliff somehow.  Good Looking took a difficult route, and I slowly but surely made my way down.  I slipped a few times and held my breath most of the time, but I made it.  

Simple Pleasures

This will be a simple little post for you to sit back, relax, and take a few minutes to realize all of the “simple pleasures” you have in your life.  Sometimes we forget the simple things because we get caught up in all the crazy hype going on in our fast-paced lives.  So, today, just stop and smell the flowers (or coffee or roses or whatever word is typically interchanged there).

Fresh linens from the dryer.  Nobody actually enjoys washing clothes.  But there is an upside to it – besides having clean clothes.  When the dryer buzzes, you go open it and there is that smell of fresh hot linens.  The smell can be intensified if multiple dryer sheets are used (I have experimented with this and found that two usually works, but use three for large loads).  Now, imagine that you’re pulling out some nice hot towels.  When I was younger, I used to “help” my mom unload the dryer.  This basically entailed her handing me a hot towel and me wrapping myself in it.  Mother also used to put my pajama pants in the dryer for a few minutes before bed.  That’s always refreshing.

A baby’s laugh.  I think that pretty much anything associated with baby’s is absolutely adorable.  But there’s just something about listening to a little child or baby laugh that just makes me so incredibly happy inside.  I guess it’s because you know that when a baby laughs, they are genuinely happy or genuinely think something is funny.  You know they aren’t faking you.  And that sound just fills the air and is like sweet music to my ears.

An email or a letter.  Now, I know that we all get tons of emails each day.  Some are spam, some are from different company’s like Victoria’s Secret, others are work related.  But there will be the occasion when you get a nice, long well thought-out email from a friend.  And I know that most people don’t actually send letters in the mail anymore, but even just a simple thank-you note can do the trick.  Just something to make you realize that there are people out there thinking about you who care enough to let you know.

Love.  Love can be simple as well as complex.  But for the sake of “Simple Pleasures,” we’ll say that love is simple.  There is no greater feeling than being in love, in my opinion.  And I’m not even talking about the intense, passionate love between a man and a woman, but rather any sort of love: friendly, familial, love of a pet, etc.  There is no greater thing than to love and be loved in return.  Especially if it’s being loved by a cute little baby who laughs a lot, is wrapped in fresh-from-the-dryer linens, and holds a letter in its hand to be delivered to you.

So, what are some of your favorite simple pleasures?  Leave comments to share your thoughts.

Similar Living

There is a computer game that many of you may have heard of called The Sims.  In this game, you can create houses and people to live in them.  Your sims can have jobs and kids.  They grow up and they grow old.  They can do just about anything that humans can do — except they’re in a virtual world of their own, and they have humans controlling their every action.

This game is slightly addicting — and by slightly, I mean very — and I have fallen victim to this addiction.  I sometimes find myself living vicariously through these Sims.

Some of you may know already that I plan to have a lot of kids.  While this may not be feasible for me, especially at this time in my life, it is certainly feasible for my Sims.  As soon as my Sims have one child, I make sure there is immediately another on the way.  However, this is often very costly, so I have to make sure I have a high-paying job.  I mean, my Sims have to have high-paying jobs.

This vicarious living through my Sims can sometimes get slightly out of control.  Once, my boyfriend called while I was playing The Sims.  He asked what I was doing, and I responded that I was watching TV (which I was also doing at the time).  A couple minutes later I became very angry and started yelling to “Stop doing that!  What’s wrong with you?!”  Good Looking became very confused and asked what he had done wrong.  I apologized and said that it was not he who was angering me, but rather my Sims.  Good Looking then got slightly nervous as he asked me if I was actually watching television, or if I was watching it with my Sims on the game.  The truth is that I was actually watching television, but to be fair, my Sims were watching it at the same time.

Teen Sims can get acne and must treat this acne with acne cream.  In order to do this, you have to click on a mirror, and tell your Sim to “Use acne cream.”  These teen Sims always seem to get pimples in the same places.  The other day, I looked in the mirror and saw that I have a pimple… in the same place that the teen Sims get them.

I believe this game is taking over my life.  I’m having trouble distinguishing between real life and Sim Life.  In order to bring me back to reality, there are a multitude of things you, the readers, can do to help.  You could donate pennies to me.  You see, the Sims don’t have pennies, so that would help me to realize that I’m in the real world.  Or, you could just continue to read my blog, and pass on the word to others to do the same.  Because, you see, the Sims don’t have blogs.

Shrug Down

Earlier today, after my delicious dinner (ancient term for the second meal of the day rather than the third) with my delicious boyfriend, we went clothes shopping to get Good Looking some new shorts of which he was in dire need as all his old pairs had acquired holes over time.  While standing in the self-checkout line, we encountered a cute little girl, about one year old, sitting in the basket in front of us while her mother and another woman who appeared to be her grandmother checked out.  This little girl had the most piercing blue eyes and silky smooth blonde hair I think I have ever seen in my life.  She looked like a little angel sent by God to roam around Earth.

While we were standing there, I noticed that this girl had taken a liking to Good Looking.  She would not take her eyes off him (though I can’t blame her for that).  Finally, her attention was diverted to me.  I looked at her and simply shrugged.  She thought this was incredibly funny and began to laugh out loud.  She was occasionally distracted by other people in passing, but when she would look back at me, I’d shrug because she continued to find this funny.

I began to shrug my shoulders more and more and faster and faster, and with her continuous laughter, she actually began to imitate me.  She started to shrug back and seemed to be proud of herself for doing so.  But then, just as we started having fun, it was time for her to leave.  We waved goodbye to each other and I watched her wheel off.  But I can only imagine that when she gets home, she will continue to shrug at her confused and questioning parents, who will likely wonder where she learned this incredible trick.

Later in the day, I went to an orthodontist appointment so that Doc could check my teeth and make sure everything is going well.  While I was waiting in the retainers section, a mother and her young son walked into the room as well.  This little boy was quite obviously affected by Down Syndrome but nevertheless one of the cutest little boys I have ever seen.

Doc came in the room and sat to chat with Luke’s (that was his name) mom, whom he obviously loved very much, apparent by the constant hugs and kisses he gave her.  While playing peek-a-boo with Luke behind his mother’s purse, I began to listen to her story.

Apparently Luke is affected by more than just Down Syndrome and has frequented St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital in the past.  On one particular visit, the doctors needed to get an MRI of Luke.  MRI’s and X-Ray’s can be frightening for adults, much less four-year-old kids afflicted with Down’s.  The doctors and nurses at St. Jude’s, however, are incredibly lenient in letting parents try whatever it takes to complete the procedures the doctors need to perform.

Luke’s mom happened to be very innovative and suggested that she actually get into the MRI machine with Luke, who was too afraid to take the scary journey on his own.  The doctors were skeptical, but said that anything was worth a try.  So they tried it — and it worked!  The doctors got the images they needed and Luke was not afraid because he was in that not-so-frightening machine with his beloved mother.

It is innovative mothers like Luke’s mom and angels like the two children mentioned in this post that could help save this world from suffering.  I know there are many parents out there with kids with Down Syndrome that become angry with God and question how He could do something so cruel to them.  But to be honest, I think that kids with Down’s are some of the happiest, most loving people on this planet and are quite frankly a gift from God.  We could all learn from little kids like Luke and my shrugging friend by being more forgiving, more loving, and less afraid.