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Terrorists
You can kill the body
You can't kill the soul
You can't kill the spirit
That which makes us whole

Miracles of 911
Memories o f911

We remember
Those who died
We remember their smile
We remember their spirit
We remember their very soul

Miracles of 911
Memories of 911

There is only one you
One day
Your body will fail
But if you live a righteous life
What lives on
Is your very soul

Miracles of 911
Memories of 911

Do you see
The miracle here
What lives on
Is our faith
What lives on
I… Continue

A Father should be
A sign of inspiration
For his child

A Father should try
To be a sign of
Love, honesty, and hope

A Father should be
Funt to be with
For his child

A Father should be
A disciplinarian
For his child--when he has to be

A Father should know
That more than
The material things
He brings his family
It's the intrinsic values
That he teaches his children
That are most important

A Father should know
He will fall short
From time to time

Most of all
A Father should know
That we love h… Continue

This is a poem written by a friend of mine. Printed with
his permission.

The Ole Flag

It's gotten a bit frayed now
The cotton culler's faded see,
Aroun' the edges, Ah well!
Guess it's a lot like me.

It's been in the dooryard nigh' on
Four generations, Lord knows,
Attached to the Ole Pole awavin'
Any way the wind blows.

The Ole Flag can still bring on
A glow of emotion, a sigh,
When it snaps to an' stretches out
Like cloth pinned to the sky.

It's cullers once were carried with Pride
Aroun' t… Continue

On the way home on the Tri-rail
Is saw the most beautiful sight
The love between a Mother and her child

They looked at each other with love
They just communicated with their hearts
Just communicated with their smiles
Just to see them interact
For the moment
Made life seem worthwhile

This particular couple
Was a Hispanic Mother and Daughte
But it applies
To any Mother and child

They ate and shared an apple
They
Were so comfortable with each other

The love between a Mother
And her child
Is pri… Continue

When I think of Easter, I think of the miracle of life. I think about
Jesus' life, death, and Resurrection. And I think of my own miracle
of life.

I think back to when I was 22, when I was given zero % chance to
live. I think back to what I said to the Catholic Priest at that time:

"I don't think God wants me to die, but if he does, there must
be a reason. And if I do die, to please bless my Father, my
Mother, my Sisters, and my work. It would be harder on them.
I would be gone.

But if God wa… Continue