We ourselves become lost or forgotten, unless we become memories that may be inscribed down on the tablets of time, or on walls of stone, or the books of yester years. To be read and our stories to be told to the next generation that stands in line to hear them.
A PRAYER FOR THE STRESSED
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.
The courage to change the things I cannot accept.
And the wisdom to hide the bodies of those people I had
To kill today because they pissed me off.
And also, help me to be careful of the toes I step on
Today as they may be connected to the ass that I may have
To kiss tomorrow.
Help me always give 100% at work…..
12% on Monday
23% on Tuesday
40% on Wednesday
20% on Thursday
5% on Friday
And help me to remember
When I’m having a really bad day,
And it seems that people are trying to piss me off,
That it takes 42 muscles to frown and
Only 4 to extend my middle finger and tell them to bite me!
Amen
I have recently returned from Montana on a vist with my mother, She as I stated has cancer and is close to the end, It was a great visit and we did resolve alot of our past problems. The state she is in is hard to believe, the mother of yesterday is no more and just a shell remains. She has always been strong, after seeing her husband(step father) pass from this evil plague she has refussed the treatment to prolong her death. And her expected life span of 1 yr has turned out to be 6 yrs. but now she grows less and less strong. being scared in the finall stages of this vial plague. She wants to be at home and refuses to be in a hospital. I do commender her for this it is her life. but my heart aches with the state that she is in. A person I once knew is no longer there. God watch over her and keep her safe,.................
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