In Honor of my friend Jim's re entering the blogstream I offer this small but significant re-post of a stirring little diddy that I dreamed up some time ago.. see if this brings back any memories...

Alone in the woods, on a dark star lit night,

I awoke from my slumber, in a terrible fright.

I went to investigate, from the path I did stray,

It was the Alien Women, come to take me away.

With their pointed bra’s, and purse’s in hand,

To divide and conquer, was their master plan.

With mental telepathy, their boss they did call,

I think it is Oprah, I fear for us all.

They say we can’t run, in this they take pride,

We’re under their spell now, there’s no place to hide.

Their powers are strong, now we can’t get away,

We must face the facts men, they are here to stay..

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last night I had what I thought was a really good Idea for a series of posts, so started changing things aroud on the blog and began setting it up, and just when I thought I had it just right, the unthinkable happened, the first and most important part of the whole thing disappeared into the blogstream triangle! so I spent a good bit of time trying to find it but to no avail.. gone forever! so I had to remove the intro too otherwise it wouldn't have made any sense. but at least I have a different look now that I really love! so I think I'll leave it this way for awhile, so remember kids, always remember, write in Microsoft word and then COPY AND PASTE!! have a good day everyone see ya's when I get home.. Scratch.

well you already know how I feel on the subject of Iraq so I won't beat it to death any longer.. its been a strange weekend.. and other than the fact that Mr. P started his own blog, nothing much happened on the stream or anywhere else.. oh well tomorrow is a new beginning eh? hope everyone has a great sunday.. Scratch.

It is a small room with one window that allows in only a pittance of the days allotment of sunshine, it is white, and it smells of sterilization. There is a single full sized bed in the middle of the room surrounded by a seemingly endless supply of tubes and plugs that are all attached to a small network of state of the art machines, that are keeping the thin frail man that lye on the bed alive. He is surrounded by various members of family who for various reasons remain silent as if in prayer, his eyes are open but he stares a blank emotionless stare at the ceiling and it is often difficult for you to determine if he is really conscious or if his eyes simply refuse to close.. Clearly he remains, only because of life support, and though you visit him day in and day out, each new day you enter that room becomes increasingly more difficult to face than the last, until finally the doctor comes to you and presents a difficult solution for anyone to have to face, the Pancreatic cancer that is eating him alive from the inside out is terminal, he is slowly dying, inch by inch. And though he is given the very best pain killers, there is clearly no way to tell if they are indeed working to ease his torment. You are given a choice, if he remains on the machines, he might live another week or two, or you can choose to remove the machines and let him go. You consult with the family and present them with the facts, and take a vote which splits you all down the middle, clearly no one wants to see him die, he is loved and in some instances even seems to be worshiped by some, half wants to see his pain end the other half refuse to give up on the slim hope that he will recover.. But the decision is yours alone.. What do you do?

The story above is a work of pure fiction, but unfortunately there are far too many people in the world dealing with these very difficult choices. I know many people on a personal level who have had to sit by and helplessly watch someone that they loved their whole life slowly slip away from them. Surprisingly there are many people who cannot let go of that hope no matter what anyone tells them, they for whatever reason can’t be convinced that the inevitable is near that person is without a doubt going to die.. So how do you arrive at that choice? My answer is simple, I would think that I would try to arrive at the best possible solution for the one lying in the bed not the family. How would I possibly feel if I were the one lying in that bed waiting for the end? What if I were the one staring blankly up at that person that was struggling with that decision? How could I possibly tell them how much that I loved and would miss them? But that the pain was to the point of being unbearable, that I was wasting away and for all intensive purposes was already gone. And that they are hanging on to what was, not what is.. How could I tell them that it is okay, they didn’t do this to me, it is not for their will that I lye in wait for what I know is coming, it is Gods will, not the machines, not the doctors or the modern medicines of mankind, it is okay, it isn’t your fault….. Release me…. God will do the rest..

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