In a situation like mine, you have to stick to what you know and what you believe in.  You definitely have to stick to what is right.  Today’s society has a way of twisting things around and having you believe that compromise is always wise.

Tolerance is preached in the secular pulpits of America – most of the media. Since when is tolerance intolerant? When you are no longer tolerant of everybody getting a fair share or a fair shake, then you can call yourself intolerant.

If I practice the Golden Rule, Do unto other as you would have them to unto you, does it not mean I should love myself first so I can show you what love is? How would I know what love meant if I was not first loved by someone greater than myself?

If I showed you the person who loved me first and taught me how to love and be tolerant of you, would you negate me and stand intolerant of me or would you accept me no matter extra benefits came along with my love?

Too many times we want the benefits without taking the whole package. I would rather be the one who suffers than the one who causes suffering. Yet, don’t mistake,  I don’t like suffering at all.

People are people. We are all human. What price do we put upon mankind? If you think man is a working shell, devoid of any soul, of course, you are opt to treat yourself and your neighbor as though you were inanimate objects like a computer.  If your life was an accident, then any thing that happens to you as you leave this world is of no importance. Evidence points to the contrary, because grieving and void takes the place of a lost loved one. One leaves his/her mark on the world and no one is ever unimportant.

We are not just shells, or computers, but rather we are spirits living in a temporary body. we take residence in this time-restrained vessel of clay for a season to add value to the world and to make a lasting impression on mankind. We are here to help others. We are the ears of someone who could not be there. We are the hands that helped work when someone was too tired. We are the eyes to see and witness beauty to those who are blind literally and spiritually.

I was alive the minute I was conceived. I had a musical composition stirring in my cells and in my spirit when I was in my mother’s womb. Was I less of a person then?

I used to wonder about those whose preference was different than mine or mine whose preference was different from them. Was I less of a person then?

Should we eliminate the negative people and accentuate the positive people? Isn’t that potential genocide?

If I can foresee that your life might just turn out okay, should I do something to help save you from destruction, or should I just let you decay just because you look like a wreck right now?

Sometimes I wonder about the way society and the laws work in this day and age. But, alas,…. these are the

Let’s read all the signs and not just the one we want to read.