Christina Taylor Green (9/11/2001 - 1/8/2011)
"I just want her memory to live on, she's a face of hope, a face of change," she said. "Stop the violence, stop the hatred." Mother quote
A life bracketed by two national tragedies: born on the day (9/11/2001) of the bombing of the Twin Towers in New York; died on the day (1/8/2011) of the tragic shootings in Tucson, Arizona.
All of us - we should do everything we can to make sure this country lives up to our children's expectations. Obama quote
Obama Arizona Speech: 'I Want America To Be As Good As She Imagined It'
The story of Little Man
(Mr. DeVoe)...I have been waiting a very long time to get to the beginning
of my story...I had no idea when I started the hip hop above that I was in labor
nor did I have any idea that I would birth at your feet...
I feel tired and ecstatic.... my little man...he is that redundancy...a beautiful baby!
as they all are...inside their tiny little bodies ...thanks be to God...and bless you Father DeVoe.
May you and your family be always enveloped with God's grace. Amen
tis U who should B writin a book ... and i not gven 2 kssem up...i try my hand at hip hop styl b cuz i typ w 1 fingr...i not jiv...1 phd, 1 ma, couple ba..nvr lrn 2 typ...did use 2...now w Parkinson i b usin 1
...last 3 mo i write on 5 of my own web sites, an have +250 friends, my 17 son lives me ...& of course thse 12 pigeons in my pear tree
...some site titles: lot of money good until it isn't...fish R jumpin...higher & higher...my country tis a vie...and, pulse ck...
2 C U can go 2: http://spirit-in-sky-paul-4.blogspot.com/ but back 2 my main point...
what you did/do with family is a blazin' torch in an ocean of darkness...do not hide it under a basket...i hlp if askd....
START STORY HERE I will close with my thoughts in a form that I do know how to use... I spent my life communicating in the accepted style and I can tell the truth or I can spin it with the best in the business...whether the best be in politics or marketing...
information is always the first causality of war. Now with photo altering (or enhancement if one prefers) the already invisible line is both false and "big mistake, when you write here never stop to think what it is you wish to say or they "THEY" will kick you off...
false and real. This next election will come to pass with your help or without it. I did, do & will support Barack but I am and have been a non-party kind of guy. I seldom seem to be on a track where there is much traffic, if you get my drift. "Why look honey our boy is the only one in-step."
Let me make you and , may I, Jackie, be the poster parents that my story telling can use to connect people together. It is the truth that my Lord allows me to hang on to....we are all of the same Father...we all wish to be connected to family as we know it. For myself that is with and through GOD's grace and the Holy Trinity ...the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit...amen.
I refuse to allow this computer to determine when I am done.
So, a story: .
It seems there was once a nice young man who appeared to be carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. So much so he soon was referred to as little man. Well, when little man was very little, his gentle and loving parents brought him over to the place they were told was close by.
So it came to pass that little man was baptized at St. Charles Catholic Church in San Carlos, CA the first day of August, 1943.
three months old at the time, little man felt it was fine with him.
lucky for you...I just lost the story re: intervening 66 years...not much to be missed, but back to conclusion...
place: sister Church to mine
which is St. Theresa in Palm Springs, CA (perhaps you saw Cher's eulogy to Sonny Bono; his Church also).
Date: May 15, 2010.
Occasion: The Sacrament of Confirmation.
Quoting, "Paul J. Servelle, received and sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit."
…and so it came to pass that little man found his true way home.
The beginning of spirit-in-sky-paul.
Your face says touch me lovingly and most importantly with a lightness of being...I trust in you to take what I offer...
and understand that we can only give back what we receive.
Into your eyes I stare without fear...the power of your potential for love is without limit but the door too your soul is elusive ...is it that it has no lock
...love whispers ...be still my son...she is full of your attention...and the mother she is ...such attention what ever its motivation and meaning
...the mother she is will not allow her dream to begin its dance of abandon and free of constraints and...yes, responsibility ...
yet there is suggestion of difference and,...is it the kindness that inhibits the space between them.
(words and images: words R mine...images R yours)
PERFECTION IS, AND ALWAYS WILL BE A TOTAL SET UP.
Easy to understand. Have you ever tried to live up to something that has, with but one exception, never in time or place existed. And, no one is so dull as to assign this epitaph to themselves.
Who is capable of doing such a viscous and hideous crime against such a vulnerable person as each of us other 4 billion persons trying to exist on this unforgiving planet earth.
Well it is the most loved person in our galaxy...one and the same...R SOULMATE FOREVER...this is so precious and demeaning...
let us have a head in oven party to celebrate this commitment or perhaps just commit us...
Djovida wrote:
>"Memories are all we get to take with us."
Liza is away
another lesson has come
only this time it's some
it's something I never
prepared for
You always said, "I'm feeling no pain"
and your love came
and god knows I
never prepared for it to go
Another day has come
my soul is in the WHOLE
of feeling your loss
I relax for a moment
then I'm tossed right back
and I can't run and I can't hide
and I can't talk my way free of this
pain.
My only solace Liza is that you aren't "feeling no pain".
Poem #2 written for Liza 9-14-75
The sound of knocking
is it a dream?
God damn, it's shocking
and i scream.
I have seen sixty suns
since your last one
and this hole
it seems to grow
I try to fill it
words
memories
pictures
tears filling lakes,
oh Liza, somehow please know
I love you.
they all thought
I returned from Nevada
and accepted-though late
your being gone
I must have a reserve
just for sorrow
cause here comes tomorrow
and it takes more than nerve
to operate on hollow.
His name is Bill . He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes in it, jeans, and no shoes. This was literally his wardrobe for his entire four years of college.
He is brilliant.. Kind of profound and very, very bright. He became a Christian while attending college.
Across the street from the campus is a well-dressed, very conservative church. They want to develop a ministry to the students but are not
sure how to go about it.
One day Bill decides to go there. He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and wild hair. The service has already started and so Bill
starts down the aisle looking for a seat.
The church is completely packed and he can't find a seat. By now, people are really looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything.
Bill gets closer and closer and closer to the pulpit, and when he realizes there are no seats, he just squats down right on the carpet.
By now the people are really uptight, and the tension in the air is thick.
About this time, the minister realizes that from way at the back of the church, a deacon is slowly making his way toward Bill .
Now the deacon is in his eighties, has silver-gray hair, and a three-piece suit. A godly man, very elegant, very dignified, very courtly. He walks with a cane and, as he starts walking toward this boy, everyone is saying to themselves that you can't blame him for what he's going to do.
How can you expect a man of his age and of his background to understand some college kid on the floor?
It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy.
The church is utterly silent except for the clicking of the man's cane. All eyes are focused on him. You can't even hear anyone breathing. The minister can't even preach the sermon until the deacon does what he has to do.
And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor. With great difficulty, he lowers himself and sits down next to Bill and worships with him so he won't be alone.
Everyone chokes up with emotion. When the minister gains control, he says,
'What I'm about to preach, you will never remember. What you have just seen, you will never forget.'
'Be careful how you live. You may be the only Bible some people will ever read!'
I asked the Lord to bless you
As I prayed for you today.
To guide you and protect you
As you go along your way....
His love is always with you,
His promises are true,
And when we give Him all our cares,
You know He will see us through.
Only if you feel led to, pass this to People you
want God to Bless. .....I DID!
Djovida wrote:
>"Memories are all we get to take with us."
His name is Bill . He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes in it, jeans, and no shoes. This was literally his wardrobe for his entire four years of college.
He is brilliant.. Kind of profound and very, very bright. He became a Christian while attending college.
Across the street from the campus is a well-dressed, very conservative church. They want to develop a ministry to the students but are not
sure how to go about it.
One day Bill decides to go there. He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and wild hair. The service has already started and so Bill
starts down the aisle looking for a seat.
The church is completely packed and he can't find a seat. By now, people are really looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything.
Bill gets closer and closer and closer to the pulpit, and when he realizes there are no seats, he just squats down right on the carpet.
By now the people are really uptight, and the tension in the air is thick.
About this time, the minister realizes that from way at the back of the church, a deacon is slowly making his way toward Bill .
Now the deacon is in his eighties, has silver-gray hair, and a three-piece suit. A godly man, very elegant, very dignified, very courtly. He walks with a cane and, as he starts walking toward this boy, everyone is saying to themselves that you can't blame him for what he's going to do.
How can you expect a man of his age and of his background to understand some college kid on the floor?
It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy.
The church is utterly silent except for the clicking of the man's cane. All eyes are focused on him. You can't even hear anyone breathing. The minister can't even preach the sermon until the deacon does what he has to do.
And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor. With great difficulty, he lowers himself and sits down next to Bill and worships with him so he won't be alone.
Everyone chokes up with emotion. When the minister gains control, he says,
'What I'm about to preach, you will never remember. What you have just seen, you will never forget.'
'Be careful how you live. You may be the only Bible some people will ever read!'
I asked the Lord to bless you
As I prayed for you today.
To guide you and protect you
As you go along your way....
His love is always with you,
His promises are true,
And when we give Him all our cares,
You know He will see us through.
Only if you feel led to, pass this to People you
want God to Bless. .....I DID!
Hello. I graduated RHS class '61 and grew up in EPA circa 1950 (I was then 7; we had lived in Redwood City '45-50) to the early '60s. I am writing stories based on my memories of growing up in Redwood City, EPA, then to S.F. for college, on to mid-west to teach college, back to Whittier College to become Assistant Professor of economics, then PhD from Claremont Grad School, post doc in Wash DC, Demo nominee for Congress in Whittier in '82, co-ordinate nation-wide Ground Zero for LA county and on & on. I invite U to visit my web sites: http://spirit-in-sky-paul-4.blogspot.com It will please me if you accept my invitation.
Paul Servelle
Djovida wrote:
>"Memories are all we get to take with us."
His name is Bill . He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes in it, jeans, and no shoes. This was literally his wardrobe for his entire four years of college.
He is brilliant.. Kind of profound and very, very bright. He became a Christian while attending college.
Across the street from the campus is a well-dressed, very conservative church. They want to develop a ministry to the students but are not
sure how to go about it.
One day Bill decides to go there. He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and wild hair. The service has already started and so Bill
starts down the aisle looking for a seat.
The church is completely packed and he can't find a seat. By now, people are really looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything.
Bill gets closer and closer and closer to the pulpit, and when he realizes there are no seats, he just squats down right on the carpet.
By now the people are really uptight, and the tension in the air is thick.
About this time, the minister realizes that from way at the back of the church, a deacon is slowly making his way toward Bill .
Now the deacon is in his eighties, has silver-gray hair, and a three-piece suit. A godly man, very elegant, very dignified, very courtly. He walks with a cane and, as he starts walking toward this boy, everyone is saying to themselves that you can't blame him for what he's going to do.
How can you expect a man of his age and of his background to understand some college kid on the floor?
It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy.
The church is utterly silent except for the clicking of the man's cane. All eyes are focused on him. You can't even hear anyone breathing. The minister can't even preach the sermon until the deacon does what he has to do.
And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor. With great difficulty, he lowers himself and sits down next to Bill and worships with him so he won't be alone.
Everyone chokes up with emotion. When the minister gains control, he says,
'What I'm about to preach, you will never remember. What you have just seen, you will never forget.'
'Be careful how you live. You may be the only Bible some people will ever read!'
I asked the Lord to bless you
As I prayed for you today.
To guide you and protect you
As you go along your way....
His love is always with you,
His promises are true,
And when we give Him all our cares,
You know He will see us through.
Only if you feel led to, pass this to People you
want God to Bless. .....I DID!
