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One Community

I am so glad that many of you enjoyed my last post. I hope that you all take my advice and care for our communities. These horrible acts of violence plaguing our country must be broken down and seen for what they truly are. They are not random but rather they are growing more and more prevalent. Searching for answers from the government is a way to go. They need to help us provide safer schools for our children to attend, but they are the government. The government can only do so much, go so far in doing what is right for us. As we have all seen, the government can make mistakes, take its time, and sometimes they can't help us at all.  Yes, we need to urge our government to provide us protection, but if we have all learned one thing, the government does what it needs to regardless of how it affects us. So we do need to fight our battles with them, but right now we need to help those we love more. Just the other day, a threat was placed on a bathroom stall at our local school, a s

Our Little Worlds

In light of the recent school violence around the county, mainly the threats that are being found at the local school where my own children attend, I have to write about my views on the subject. There are those of you out there who may not agree with me, and there are some that will, I, however, don't care. I still must state my opinion on the matter.  My facebook is covered in political points, family points, gun points, school points, but none of that truly matters. Everyone is pointing the finger at someone or something else, the problem is the guns, the kids, the society we live in, blah blah blah. The problem is the whole thing. It is all of the problems combined and the sooner that people realize this, the sooner we can fix it. Yes, we need to be able to keep the guns out of children's hands. Yes, we need to fix our children's minds. Yes, we need to fix the society we live in.  I am tired of people saying we need to do this and it will all be fixed. It is not just o

Sickly... misdiagnosed... healthcare sucks!!!

So... I've been ill for the past few days, which is why I have completely disappeared. Just not feeling up to writing... I have something to write about though... Our healthcare system is really messed up, and I have discovered I am never going to my local hospital again. After feeling horrible for a few days, I realized I must have a UTI (for those of you who don't know that it an urinary tract infection). Throughout the years I have been inflected with these, but I haven't had one this bad for years. I immediately started taking Azo, which helped slightly, but come Monday morning the nausea turned into throwing up. Deciding the best thing to do was go to our local Quickcare that just opened up a few months ago, I went. I gave them my symptoms, told them I assumed I had a UTI because this was not the first time this has happened. After going through the whole thing, peeing in a cup, getting my vitals taken, blah, blah, the doctor comes in.  Immediately she says, I am

Approaching Phoenix... somewhere in the middle...

My head fell down on the desk in boredom or exhaustion, which one I wasn’t sure, but I still couldn’t close my eyes. I stared at the wall even when I heard his voice. “Alright, you are all late. Detention banging erasers after class for all of you. Wait? We don’t have a black board, am I in the right school?” Blyth’s words were lost in the laughter of the class. When everyone finally quieted down I turned my head and stared at the notebook. One of the guys in the class called out over everyone else’s chatter which cause me to cringe in my seat, “Hey Mr. Baine about the homework…” “Tyler, if you call me Mr. Baine again I swear I will turn you into a toad.” Blyth cut him off, but it wasn’t after my nails dug into the desk. There right before me the letters on the notebook screamed out to me. B.radford A.rt I.ntitute of N.ew E.ngland. Baine was written right in the name of the school. “It is Blyth, or Mr. Bradford if you prefer, but never again call me Mr. Baine.” “Sorry.” The boy