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6 BIBLE VERSES TO HELP FORGIVE SOMEONE WHO HURT YOU
I remember the last time someone really hurt me. The pain cut deep. Not only was I hurt, I was humiliated. For a time, I was perpetually angry. Every time this person called, I had a few choice words. Each conversation we had was dripping with sarcasm and bitterness. I admit, for a little while, it felt good. “I’ll show them!” I thought. But that feeling was fleeting. Most days, I would scream my lungs out, then hang up the phone and cry because the weight of the bitterness was just too much.
Even though I wanted that weight lifted, I felt like this person didn’t deserve forgiveness. I could forgive, I just didn’t want to. But I couldn’t ignore God… and His Word is clear on this topic. Depending on what translation you read, the word “forgive” is mentioned at least 60 times in the Bible. I’m pretty sure God is telling us something.
Think now of the person who hurt you. That person may not deserve your forgiveness, but we don’t deserve God’s forgiveness. You may not want to forgive, but God commands us to forgive. And it won’t be the last time you forgive. Forgiveness is a choice we have to make time and time (and time) again. It feels painful, but it brings freedom. And that is why God requires this of us, even though it is painful.
Below are some verses that will help guide you in the process of forgiveness. If there is someone or something you need to forgive, I encourage you to act today. Meditate on these verses, and ask God to give you the strength you need to choose forgiveness today and every day.
👉 1. Colossians 3:13 (KJV)
Forbearing one another, and forgiving one another, if any
man have a quarrel against any: even as Christ forgave
you, so also do ye.
👉 2. Luke 6:37 (KJV)
Judge not, and ye shall not be judged: condemn not,
and ye shall not be condemned: forgive, and ye shall be
forgiven:
👉 3. Matthew 18:21-22 (KJV)
Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my
brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times?
Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven
times: but, Until seventy times seven.
👉 4. Mark 11:25 (KJV)
And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought
against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may
forgive you your trespasses.
👉 5. Ephesians 2:4-5 (KJV)
But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith
he loved us,
Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us
together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved;)
👉 6. Psalm 103:10 (KJV)
He hath not dealt with us after our sins; nor rewarded us
according to our iniquities.
Dear Max,
You have always demanded nothing less than the truth from your dad and I and there's going to come a day when you will discover that we lied to you about the tooth fairy being real. It might be hard for you to understand why, when normally we tell you the exact truth, we would lie about that. I hope you will forgive me for indulging you in the lovely idea of a little fairy coming to retrieve your teeth because you were a born skeptic of all things; you were born a cranky old man; so when you looked up at me and asked me if the tooth fairy was real and I saw that for one of the few times in your life you really wanted to believe in something silly and sweet and wholly childish- I would rather have died than said no.
There were other lies too, lies I told you to protect your fragile feelings because I couldn't bear to see you hurt by people who didn't understand you.
I am used to receiving criticisms from other parents and family and friends about how your dad and I have been raising you. However, this past week was the first time any other parents insinuated that I didn't like to spend time with you; that I am happy to send you away from me because I don't want to deal with you, and worst of all was hearing words that felt like an accusation that I don't love you. It has also been suggested that I am violating your right to privacy by discussing your mental disorder in public.
If people who don't know me can come here and not see that I love you, in spite of all the complaints about how challenging it is to raise you; both because of your disorder, mine, and your dad's, in spite of all the sorrows, the frustrations, and the drama...perhaps it's time to address you on my blog so that someday when you're old enough to read what I've written here, there will be an answer to those questions and those accusations.
I have never felt it seemly to brag about you publicly too much, to express my love all the time to strangers, because unlike most people- it isn't the complaints and the challenges and the disorders that feel most private to me- it's the incredible love I feel for you and your dad that I am shy of sharing. Maybe it's because I'm afraid that if I share that publicly more often people will think I've ceased to see reality and that we're living in a fairy story. Except for believing in the tooth fairy, you have never believed in things that weren't evident to you. I know that I am excessively uncomfortable when I read other parents gushing unrepentantly about their glorious offspring on their own blogs. Even though I am happy for all children whose parents feel such love for their kids, no kid deserves less that that level of love...but I always hunger to hear the real everyday stuff because I know that no matter how much every parent loves their children- parenting is a challenge full of really tough moments.
I also worry that if I profess my rushing huge love for you- I will be attracting the evil eye to you. Even though I don't really believe in the evil eye. It's very Gallic of me I suppose.
I will tell you whatever you want to know any time you want to ask- but tonight I really want to tell you that that 20 minute bicycle ride we took to the therapist's office on Friday made me so happy- it felt like the old days when you and I spent all day riding my bicycle all over town, you on a kid's seat in front of me, within arm's reach. You got to face out which is what you loved- to see the world rush by fast. We did our grocery shopping on the bicycle, and we toured the neighborhood every single day. I have missed that so much. It crushed me when we moved here and you refused to bicycle with me anymore. I have missed it so much.
On Friday we talked about all kinds of things and talking with you when you're feeling good is the best thing on earth, bar none. I know I'm not allowed to hug you or kiss you anymore unless you need it- but I had the strongest desire to hug you and suck all the sweetness from your fading childish cheeks. You are so unbelievably smart and critical and when you get excited about things you give it every scrap of passion you can generate from your too-thin body. It's a beautiful thing to see and I will never get tired of it.
I have met few children with the amount of fire and brilliance in them that you have. If I can keep you safe until you reach maturity you will outshine most of your peers.
This is the thing that has weighed heavily on me since the day you tore me apart to get into this world alive- looking at you nursing at my breast with that fierce disconcerting old man's eye on the perimeters (making sure no one was going to attempt to usurp you) I knew you were different. You were born knowing who you are and it has been such an intense frustration to you to see how everything works, should be, and to find that your body isn't mature enough to do what you wanted it to do- like when you knew how to open the door but your baby hands just wouldn't do the thing and you wailed inconsolably and it took two hours to calm you down.
I looked down at you when you were a tiny little Napoleon and I knew you were pretty spectacular but I could also tell that it was going to be damn hard to see you safely to adulthood and that you were going to take every last scrap of energy I have to do it.
We have never lied to you about how frustrated we get with the challenges of parenting but we have always been very careful not to condemn who you are- only the things that you do that frustrate us. We have been careful not to accuse you of trying to ruin our lives, because we know that you don't do those things on purpose, even when we both thought we might fall over and die because we couldn't take any more sleepless nights. I still tell you sometimes how much I want to strangle you and give you the chance to express your mutual frustration.
We have been working hard to keep your brain disorder in the light, no hiding, no pretending to be normal when we're not, we have discussed our own disorders with you and there are times when we are all sitting together out to dinner and we start joking about being a crazy family and when I hear you say you wouldn't want to be any other way I hope you will continue to feel that way when you are older and it all gets harder. I hope we can keep the levity going because there's nothing like laughter to keep us all afloat. We are a crazy special needs family who isn't ashamed of our challenges and I'm proud that you have embraced your disorder as being a part of who you are and that you are beginning to see both the difficulties it brings but, more importantly, the gifts.
If I can do anything for you, kiddo, I hope I can deliver you to adulthood feeling completely open about who you are and able to take care of yourself the way you'll need to if you're going to survive being different in this world.
School has just started and some people have implied that I'm happy because it means I don't have to deal with you. Those people can go to hell (I'm sorry- I know you disapprove of swearing- you good boy! But sometimes it's really appropriate) but you may think the same thing and I couldn't bear it if you didn't know that that's not the reason, so I would like to tell you why we are so relieved that school has started.
You are a person who needs a very strong structure every day in order to function well. You need the same things to happen each day, the same routines, to know what's expected of you and what will happen. A lot of children need that, but kids with ADD need it a lot more. You need the same wake up time each day, you need your mind occupied by stimulation and a great deal of order.
When you are in school your behavior is so much better, you are so much less anxious in general, and the time we get to spend with you is a much higher quality than it is during the summer when we can't offer you the structure and stimulation you need and you begin to show signs of agoraphobia and all of your issues become much more acute. The school work isn't easy for you, in spite of your intelligence, which is why we have got a plan worked out with the school to help you do well in spite of your challenges. All of us, your dad, me, and you do so much better with the structure of the school year. That is why we are so relieved when school starts and our days take on a soothing rhythm that none of us are capable of creating on our own.
We love spending time with you- which I know you know. You and your dad building a video game together is fantastic and it's been so wonderful to see you coming up with a thousand sophisticated ideas a minute.
Life for you, me, and dad may be more challenging than it is for people without our disorders, but I think it might also have more shine. The three of us are a little world of crazy, creative, cranky, funny, intelligent, and gifted people. I may want to strangle you every other day, but I promise you, kiddo, that there has never been a moment in your life when I haven't striven to be the best possible mom for you and tried to protect you from the people who would unwittingly hurt you, and seriously, I would never actually strangle you (I haven't ever even spanked you or slapped you even though you have torn my patience to shreds). You are my darling darling Golden Dragon warrior son and I couldn't be more proud of who you are and more excited to see who you will become.
Your loving quirky crazy mother.
"Your sins are forgiven" ~ Mark 2:9
“I tell you, her sins—and they are many—have been forgiven, so she has shown me much love. But a person who is forgiven little shows only little love.” Then Jesus said to the woman, “Your sins are forgiven.” ~ Luke 7:47-48
“Lord, if my brother sins against me, how often must I forgive him? As many as seven times?” Jesus answered, “I say to you, not seven times but seventy-seven times…” Matthew 18:21-22
PRAYER
“Lord Jesus, YOU have been kind and FORGIVING towards me. May I be merciful as YOU are merciful. Free me from all bitterness and resentment that I may truly FORGIVE from the heart those who have caused me injury or grief.”
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#prayer from today’s Gospel reading reflection - check out the #meditation reflection @ www.DailyScripture.Net
MUSIC VIDEO: "Forgive Me" by Rebecca St. James
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uw6iyY1rZD0&feature=youtu.be
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On Monday, my house was broken into. It was completely ransacked. There is no bigger shock than walking in on this kind of scene. What a Blessing that nobody was hurt.
Forgive...
My friends have been amazing during this time - thank you to each and every one of you. LOVE YOU! xxx
PS A shot from my early morning beach walk on Saturday.
Sé que esta fotografía podría levantar algo de polémica. Por eso he querido añadir estas líneas aclaratorias:
Soy consciente de que la he ambientado en un contexto religioso, pero mi intención no ha sido para nada transmitir un mensaje bíblico, satánico o cualquier cosa que pueda "deducirse". Tampoco es una fotografía protesta, ni una crítica a la religión ni pretendo, sinceramente, herir la sensibilidad o las creencias de nadie.
Tomé la fotografía de la modelo y, editando, se me ocurrió a raíz de ver la sangre, que podría ponerle unas alas de ángel, ya que tenía la espalda tan despejada. Y la fotografía fue tomando forma sobre la marcha, realmente. En un principio pensaba colocar al ángel en una habitación, pero después pensé que donde mejor está un ángel es en su propio entorno. Intenté crear la atmósfera propia de una iglesia abandonada ya que creo que es el mejor contexto para la expresión del ángel.
Y el proceso fue avanzando sin más motivación que crear un buen fotomontaje. De modo que, no hay más. Después de esta aclaración, quien quiera tomarse la fotografía des una forma personal, estará haciéndolo ya bajo su propio punto de vista. Ya que, repito, esta fotografia no tiene ningún trasfondo "malévolo".
"Forgive our sins" es, simplemente, una representación gráfica del sufrimiento y el sentimiento de arrepentimiendo. Nada más.
Y después de esto, espero que os guste :)
Por cierto, la habitación está sacada de: abandonalia.blogspot.com.es/2008/10/eq6-hospital-abandona...
Las vidrieras de:
www.felipejurado.com/category/reproducciones/
La cruz de:
www.imagui.com/a/cruz-T4eaxGeyL
Y las alas de:
www.all-wallpapers.net/wallpaper/angel-wings-abstract/
Fotografía y edición: Roxy Varlow
Modelo: Patricia Bukowski
“Everyone you fall in love with will hurt you and you will hurt them back, the only difference is the magnitude of the pain you cause each other and how much you are willing to forgive.”
— Nikita Gill, The Violent Truth About Love.
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Polaroid shot from my trip to Atlanta.
a view that inspires one to forgive all they've held
and release any negative feeling
a relief
for to withhold this overwhelming beauty, there is no room to feel anything else
sahel al shamaaly, egypt
Note: this photo was published in an undated (mid-Dec 2010) Counseling Rehab blog , with the same title and detailed notes that I had written on this Flickr page. It was also published in a Jan 1, 2011 blog titled "Traditional wooden toys will provide hours of fun for children." And it was published in an anguished Feb 22, 2011 Counseling Rehab blog titled "I Blame My Wife for the Death of Our Son and I Hate Her for It……?!?!?!?"
Moving into 2013, the photo was published in a Jan 25, 2013 Make Wooden Boats Projects blog, with the same caption and detailed notes that I had written on this Flickr page.
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After 25 years, the time has come to forgive Alice.
Alice in Wonderland, that is. More precisely, the statue of Alice in Wonderland that forms the centerpiece of the Delacorte Memorial in Central Park.
Why? Well, let me tell you a story...
In the early summer of 1984, my older son - who was a young boy at the time - fell from the top of the Alice in Wonderland statue one afternoon after school, and was knocked unconscious. Taken by ambulance to the emergency rom of a nearby hospital, he was soon joined by his distraught mother -- who had only one question for the doctor on duty: "Will he live?" The doctor, whom we later concluded was probably workin his first day of "rounds" as a resident at the hospital, stammered, "I don't know." Not a definitive "yes" or "no." Not even a hopeful, "I think so." Just "I don't know."
And where was I when all of this happened? Circling overhead in an Eastern Airlines shuttle flight (remember Eastern?) on my way back from Washington, waiting to land at LaGuardia. This was in the days before Blackberries and cellphones, before Facebook and Twitter -- so I had to wait until I could find a pay phone in the airport before I could call home to apologize for my delay.
My youngest son beat the babysitter to the phone, and announced in a cheerful little pipsqueak voice, "Hi, dad, Jamie's in the hospital!"
Needless to say, it was a long night at the hospital. Fortunately for us, a world-famous pediatric neurosurgeon, whose children had befriended our kids at summer camp on Fire Island the year before, stopped by that night, took one look at Jamie, and said to us, "He'll be fine." And he was fine -- but it was still a long night. Thus, perhaps you can understand why I never forgave Alice for that long night's vigil. Not until now.
Why now?
I hadn't planned it, hadn't even thought about it when I finished a routine checkup at a doctor's office on Manhattan's East Side yesterday, and decided to take advantage of an hour's free time, and the crisp fall weather, to walk through Central Park to my next appointment on the West Side. I began walking through the park at 72nd Street, and happened to catch a glimpse of the small boat pond -- officially known as Conservatory Water -- where young children can often be seen pushing small, elaborate toy sailboats into the water, hoping that they'll drift across to the other side.
I detoured toward the pond, hoping I might get a picturesque shot or two of such a scene (a serious photographer always has his camera ready for such fortuitous moments!), but there was only one lonely babysitter, pushing an infant in a stroller; I had forgotten that it was mid-day on a school day, so all the children who might normally frequent this area were probably in school.
As I strolled, I came to the north end of the pond, beyond which the Delacorte Memorial stands -- with the aforementioned Alice in Wonderland statue. It too was deserted, but it looked peaceful and quiet in the dappled sunlight. I couldn't help thinking how much time had passed since I was last here, and how time does indeed dull most pain, and heal most wounds...
And then I noticed something else: the green-slat wooden benches that surround the statue in a semicircle all have simple silver memorial tags, carrying a message inscribed by some patron, friend, or New York City resident who donated money to have that bench restored and placed in its spot. This is not a surprise: the benches and their memorial tags are located all through Central Park, and I've occasionally remarked on one or two other noteworthy tags that I've happened to spot. But this time, I read them all; and then I read all of the tags on the benches that surround the Conservatory Water pool to the south of the Delacorte Memorial. Some are simple and traditional, with no sign of emotion. But others are stunning in their emotional impact, written by friends and lovers, brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers, grandparents and grandchildren -- conveying in a few short words the full spectrum of love and gratitude, loss and sadness, celebration and grief, friendship and loyalty, hope and faith. And yes ... forgiveness.
I've photographed them all for you, and placed them in this set. Read them all, as I did: one by one, and then in quick succession. And then perhaps you will feel moved, as I was, to forget an old grudge.
Perhaps like me, you can forgive your own Alice.
It still feels like our first night together
Feels like the first kiss and
It's gettin' better baby
No one can better this
I'm still hold on and you're still the one
The first time our eyes met it's the same feelin' I get
Only feels much stronger and I wanna love ya longer
You still turn the fire on
So If you're feelin' lonely.. don't
You're the only one I'd ever want
I only wanna make it good
So if I love ya a little more than I should
Please forgive me I know not what I do
Please forgive me I can't stop lovin' you
Don't deny me
This pain I'm going through
Please forgive me
If I need ya like I do
Please believe me
Every word I say is true
Please forgive me I can't stop loving you
Still feels like our best times are together
Feels like the first touch
We're still gettin' closer baby
Can't get close enough I'm still holdin' on
You're still number one I remember the smell of your skin
I remember everything
I remember all your moves
I remember you
I remember the nights ya know I still do
One thing I'm sure of
Is the way we make love
And the one thing I depend on
Is for us to stay strong
With every word and every breath I'm prayin'
That's why I'm sayin'...
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Rick Ross, ‘God Forgives, I Don’t’: Track-By-Track Review
Everyone has their own story of struggle. There’s no denying Rick Ross has one. He’s proven so since his first debut album, “Port of Miami,” which is laced with rhymes of his dope-boy days. But Ross’ fifth studio album, “God Forgives, I Don’t,” tells a cinematic rags-to-riches tale of Ross, focusing more on the perks of success than digging deeper into the past’s toil. The problem is that the struggle is not only a more compelling story, but a story that contradicts the lifestyle he purports to live.
“God Forgives, I Don’t” only touches the surface of Ross’ fight to win. On “Ashamed,” Ross spits one verse on his mother’s financial instability, and sprinkled through out the album, Ross references the two seizures he faced late last year with lines as “Get a blowjob, have a seizure on the Lear” on “Maybach Music IV.”
Ross saves himself from redundancy with triumphant soundscapes, the majority of which are produced by long-time collaborators that guarantee a hit, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, and terse wordplay interwoven between the countless boastful rhymes.
Which “God Forgives, I Don’t” track will lead Rick Ross to the top of the charts? Here’s our Twitter-length track-by-track review of each song.
1. “Pray for Us”: Ross opens the album with a prayer from the movie, “Baby Boy,” in which Omar Gooding and Tyrese ask for forgiveness for future sins.
2. “Pirates”: Ross tells the tall tale of what he’s become from where he’s begun, directed at those in competition. The memorable moments come when Ross reveals his fears: “At this point in my life, I’m just trying to survive/ Homicide stay on my mind, Christopher Wallace of my time.”
3. “3 Kings,” feat. Jay-Z and Dr. Dre: Three notorious rappers rhyme about luxury living on the Jake One co-produced single. But while Dre and Ross focus on the rags, Jay outshines them with stunting solely on the riches. “Millions on the wall in all my rooms/ Ni**as couldn’t fuck with my daughter’s room / Ni**as couldn’t walk in my daughter’s socks,” Jay raps, without much effort at that (“You ain’t gotta keep this Khaled, it’s just a freestyle.”).
4. “Ashamed”: Ross reminisces on the heavy days of hustling laid over a Wilson Pickett “Shameless” sample.
5. “Maybach Music IV,” feat. Ne-Yo: J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League — longtime collaborators of Ross — open “Maybach Music IV” as boastful as the content, with electric guitars filled synths. Ne-Yo’s vocals, in the latter part of the cut, add a smooth finish.
6. “Sixteen,” feat. Andre 3000: On another J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League-produced track, “Sixteen,” Ross and Andre 3000 go in for eight minutes, reminiscing on the path they’ve walked to get them to where they are now. Andre 3000’s rhymes outshine Ross’, as his depiction goes deeper.
7. “Amsterdam”: Ross reads from his scroll of street codes over a Cortex “Prelude A (30 Round)” sample interwoven in slow-tempo Cardiak beat.
8. “Hold Me Back”: Ross’ third “God Forgives, I Don’t” single is yet another story of struggle, except this time around the G5Kid-produced track is laced a repetitive chorus reminiscent to Meek Mill’s “Actin’ Up.”
9. “911”: Ross falls off the edge of boastfulness when interweaving rhymes of materialism with God’s fate. “I bow my head, I pray to God/ Survival of the fittest, help me hold my chopper lord!/ If I die today, on the highway to heaven/ Can I let my top down in my 911?” Ross rhymes on the hook of the Young Shun track.
10. “So Sophisticated” feat. Meek Mill: Meek joins Ross in parading the perks of their success on The Beat Bully-produced single.
11. “Presidential,” feat. Elijah Blake: Pharrell’s breezy production heightens Ross’ easy living rhymes, which are summed up by the hook courtesy of Elijah Blake.
12. “Ice Cold,” feat. Omarion: Ross brings in the crooner of MMG to soften the ride-or-die love being admired.
13. “Touch’N You” feat. Usher: Ross and Usher seduce on the overtly-sensual Rico Love slow jam. With 11 weeks on the R&B/Hip-Hop Songs chart, “Touch’N You” peaked at No. 18.
14. “Diced Pineapples,” feat. Wale and Drake: After Wale butters up the ladies, Ross’ rhymes about the taste and touch of his own leading lady, which is that of his fruit of choice at the time of writing the track.
15. “Ten Jesus Pieces,” feat. Stalley: J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League closes “God Forgives, I Don’t” with yet another triumphant beat, but this time around, the one that shines is the Spanish speaking storyteller that closes the song with a story more compelling than Ross’.
Here is a drawing I made for the two snakes I accidentally ran over a few weeks ago on my bike. The one in my right hand is a Florida Ring-necked Snake. The one in my left is a Black Racer, note the white underbelly. My bike wheel appears on the right of the drawing near the Black Racer. I hope these snakes know that I did not mean to hurt them. Now I drive slower when I go near the place where the accidents took place; the same place on two separate days.
I know I am going to get in trouble for this rant, but bearing in mind that the festive season is fast approaching, indulge me in a little rant cleansing. While all you folks in the south are lounging in the late evening sunlight, sipping your pina coladas and trying to decide if it is golf, lawn bowling or pedicure day tomorrow, us hardy northern folk are being cursed with short days, cold weather, and an inordinate amount of rain. Barring the lack of light, the frigid arctic cold and the onslaught of another downpour, I set off this morning with camera in hand, still trying to fulfill my quest for the ultimate image.
Arriving at the Niagara Parkway, clad in my new camo thermal hip-waders (on special last week at Canadian Tire for $79.95 plus H.S.T - forgive me, H.S.T. stand for “horrendously stupid tax”), but I digress, I hunkered down in the frigid waters of Niagara River determined to up my tally of Bonaparte Gulls from 30,000 to 40,000 images. At the point that I could no longer feel anything from the waist down (I think I should have bought the upgraded thermal hip waders, but they were $139.00), the gulls arrived enforce for their feeding session. At an amazing 11 frames per second (bless that Nikon D3S – Cannon sucks), I whacked off a few hundred images, when to my consternation the gulls booked it for Boonsville. Guess their must have been a Bin Laden sighting since a couple of dickweeds in their border patrol boats (American) ripped by at about 200 knots. Miffed turned to pissed when the boat’s massive 4’ wake swamped my new camo thermal hip-waders (on special last week at Canadian Tire for $79.95).
Since all extremities below the waist were numb anyways, and being of sound northern stock, I bravely chose to await the return of the gulls (those fortunate enough not to have been plastered to front of the rapidly receding border patrol boat). Thirty minutes later, a few brave gulls ventured back to feast on the remains of the minnows, chewed and spewed from the patrol boats propellers. Another rapid burst from my trusty Nikon D3S, a few hard earned images, and the gulls once again performed the Houdini act. This time I could thank the local Niagara chapter of the Tree Huggers Birder Club.
So let me get this straight – 40 miles of Niagara River as their personal playground and they pick my 15 meters of water for their outing. “Scuse me sir, are you taking pictures”??? No dickweed, I’m playing checkers! “Have you seen any gulls”. No dickweed, they booked town when you showed up.
I looked shoreward and observed 15 tree hugging birders with their little bird guides, trusty chewed up pencils, spindly tripods and K Mart special scopes. So indulge me bird people for one moment. When you see a photographer ass deep in frigid waters (should be easy with those birding scopes), find another place to look for your one-legged purple bummed sea gulls. This spot is already taken. Please don’t storm up en-mass, scare my birds off, ask stupid questions, or make judgmental observations about us “stupid photographers”!@!!
Motherly love is unconditional!
My comment:
The civilised world can't forgive and forget this indescribable cowardly multiple murderous acts against innocent children from same ethnicity, culture, religion & language as this boy who planned this for months -not a spur of the moment accident, it was a wilful & deliberate evil mass shooting aimed at getting him the attention he craved for!
He shot his elderly grandmother in the face, he meant to kill her so that she wouldn't stand in his way for what he had planned & rehearsed to do even after reaching out to significant online followers on social media
His own sister refused to buy him a gun a year prior to the shooting, this was on his mind for sometime
Obviously this boy had no "love" for anyone or for himself: he wanted to end his life in a blaze of glory in a shoot out with police but not before he killed kids & teachers for no apparent reason {they were his own people! no racism involved there -no blacks or whites were targeted} -pretty much a murder-suicide in disguise
There's no reason to forgive or forget his actions
"Mutta Jeesus sanoi: "Isä, anna heille anteeksi, sillä he eivät tiedä, mitä he tekevät". Ja he jakoivat keskenään hänen vaatteensa ja heittivät niistä arpaa."
"Men Jesus sade. »Fader, förlåt dem; ty de veta icke vad de göra. Och de delade hans kläder mellan sig och kastade lott om dem. --"
"Jesus said, "Father, forgive them, for they don't know what they are doing." Dividing his garments among them, they cast lots."
Luke 23:34
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I forgive the people who’ve hurt me. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life blaming and pointing a finger. - Leo Buscaglia
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