(Spirit Day Poem) To who it may concernTo those who have to remain in the dark because of fear.(Spirit Day Poem) To who it may concern2 years ago in Spirit Day More Like This
To those who have died because of hate.
To those who have been bullied for their honesty.
To those who are who they are, despite the pressures of the world.
You are not alone.
Autism: A Bigger AwarenessAutism: A Bigger Awareness5 years ago in Mental Illness Awareness More Like This
Autism it's just as important as breast cancer, HIV/AIDS, and even diabetes, but some people are not aware of autism and how much of the population actually has it. In fact, 1 in 150 children are diagnosed with autism. I live with victims of this disorder and I'm here to share mine experience and their experience about their life with autism and how it affects them.
I have a fourteen year old sister and an eight year old brother diagnosed with autism. As their big sister, I am always there to give them support and to help them out the best they can. We found out that my sister, Cailyn, had autism when she was three months old. Even though I was only a child myself, I will never forget the look on my parent's face when they found out. It was almost heart crushing. The doctors believed that it was all the vaccines they were giving her when she was born. She went from a normal, happy girl playing with her big sister to lying on the couch all day and screaming and having tantrums of
A comment about the worldListen to me.A comment about the world3 years ago in Miscellaneous More Like This
I am outraged at the 21st Century. I am a sixteen year old girl fighting for human rights! Today I saw a photograph of a Down syndrome teen on the social network site 'Facebook'. He was the most precious human I had ever seen. He's entered a group called 'The World's Most Beautiful Teen'. The crude comments this poor boy was getting from dirty little SCUM we call 'the children on the 21st century'. It was disgusting. I am sat at my laptop right now, crying and drowning in sympathy for this boy. It's not just what's happening online, but what's happening around the world! Poverty, racism, bullying.. DO YOU REALLY THINK THIS IS OKAY?! We should all live as equals. In a perfect world we do. In Heaven, all beings live in harmony together; do you really believe that they have to wait to die, before they get the treatment they deserve?
I have such passion for children, teens and adults with any type of disease or illness. I believe they should be treated how the rest of us are
Before it was too late.I was walking on the streets of heaven when I saw an old lady sitting on the roadside helplessly in extreme suffering. I thought the children who have forsaken their mother in such cruel way deserve the raging fires of hell. She was partially bald. She had wrinkles all over her face and sunken eyes. When I approached her, she took her face away from me. I tried to look her closely and was shattered into pieces because of the shame I felt. She was my mother earth and I couldn't even recognize her because of her such miserable condition. I couldnt believe that what I had started ignorantly as a part of industrial revolution was carried forward to such an extent that my fellow brothers and sisters who are worshipers of commercialism had made her bald in the mayhem of deforestation. She was completely dehydrated which caused wrinkles all over her body. Her face had a layer of smoke residue over her as if someone has smoked zillions of cigarettes over her face.Before it was too late.7 years ago in Written Submissions More Like This
I couldnt see her
premature hopepremature hope7 years ago in WFA Hope Contest More Like This
Sixteen with shaking hands and a nervous stomach I sit in the waiting room of the doctors building.
Isnt it the worst thing?
I wring my hands and stare at each person sitting opposite me in sequence. Theyre not concerned; they sit with their legs crossed, their arms supporting some outdated magazine, obscuring their face. Their feet tap with silent impatience, every few moments they utter a cough or a clearing of the throat and the sound shakes me just a little. I wish I were here for a cold
How I wish.
Serves me right. Serves me right is what my mother would say if she were sober. Shed wag a yellowed finger in front of my eyes and tell me its what I deserve for been so irresponsible. Maybe so. And maybe I would swallow her words then, if it werent for the fact that I wasnt irresponsible.
I was forced.
I shudder. I think the shake must reverberate down the seat because the old man beside me throws me a glance.
Here comes this newfound