| We all enter into this world the same way, naked and screaming. But above that, we all enter into this world with the same inherent need for someone's touch. Many times the crying, newborn baby will cease his wailing when placed into his mother's arms. As we grow and merge into the existing world around us, we still have a need for someone, but the majority of time that need for so much closeness and guidance changes. We discover independance. We discover what it is like to rule our own small corners of our individual worlds. And sometimes we unintentionally grow away from needing someone until we decide we want it again on our terms. We forget that those close to us may need OUR touch once in a while. It has always amazed me, how when a situation arises that no words can soothe, a gentle touch on the person's arm, hand, shoulder, face...can speak and ease the mind in far greater ways than anything defined by Webster. Time sometimes wears on and we tend to get used to not being touched and those close to us, not touching us in return. We grow accustomed to the feeling of needing no one but ourselves. We begin to believe that we don't need anyone. And...that no one needs us. Take a break and breathe deeply and evaluate your surroundings. Do you really not want someone's touch in your dark moments? Do you really not want to soothe someone's apprehension or pain when they may need you most? We come into the universe an owner of nothing and an heir to a limited number of days upon this planet. Few things are ever really free and we always find out that everything has a price. It is in these moments of realization that when we close our eyes and lower our heads in defeat...a simple touch from even a stranger...a smile from someone who has been where you now stand...a genuine look of concern from someone close to you...a small card or gift from a friend...can give you the encouragement to move forward with confidence. Far greater meaning you will find in each of these ways to touch someone's life...than any words you could ever speak. It IS as simple as black and white. Thanks to the ones who have touched my life in ways impossible by spoken words alone. Thanks to those who have taken their time to get to know me, who I am and what I am about, thank you...your time is the one thing that cannot be replaced and I am honored that you felt I was worthy. To those who don't know me, or have pre-conceived notions about who I am and what I do...take those ideas and do something productive with them, like getting to know me as a person, because trust me, you don't know a fraction of what you think you do. Again, it really is...as simple as black and white. |
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| Without further ado, let me introduce you to some important people to me. |
| This is my oldest, Bradley. He is 11 years old...amazing how time flies. I look at this picture and see my pride and joy. He is like me in many ways, but he is in the process of establishing his own identity as most begin to at his age. He is outgoing, curious, confident and very intelligent. And he will always be my baby, no matter how old he is. |
| My mother used to tell me, "I hope you have one exactly like you someday and then you will see what you have put me through." Well, Mom...you got your wish. This one is me made over. Farren is 5, but she will still tell you straight up who the baby is, and she is not talking about Brad. She is, to say the very least...EXTREMELY spoiled. |
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| This is me again. Some of you look at me as a friend. Some of you see me as family. Some of you call me mom. Some of you see me as a rival spades player and some of you see me as someone you can beat easily in gammon. Some of you see me as someone who takes your money at poker, and some of you see me as a prankster...or someone you enjoy talking with. And then...some of you look at me and hate what you see for your own reasons. For whatever reason you find yourself here reading this, thank you for spending your precious time on me. |
| A Simple Page, Because What I Need To Say Here ...Is Quite Simple Itself |
| Ideas So Simple... |
| This is my brother, Kenny. There are 13 years between us, otherwise we would have been twins. We think alike, we feel things the same, we like the same things, we have the same temperment, attitude and get weird over the similar things. For him being there to talk to and just being there when he didn't have to be... a special thank you. |
| This is my half-sister Brenda, and the only one who stepped up to the plate to be a mother-figure to me after my own passed away. This lady loves my children damn near as much as I do, and I know she would do anything in this world for me or them. She has helped me in more ways than I can count, and although we have had our share of ups and downs as most siblings do, I am still very thankful for everything she went through to finish raising me and seeing that I had the same opportunities as her own two children. I only regret that the generation gap prevented us from growing up together instead of you seeing me raised until I was grown. Matters not, we get to grow old together and that is just as important. Thank you, Brenda. |
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| I had a few requests from people both Kenny and I know on a gamesite called Livve that I put our pictures together so the similarities could easily be distinguished. For those of you who asked... Here you go. |
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