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Special Children

I just really, truly adore them. Reading this tears me up.

Siesta Notes

Special Children

Special children are like you
And me.
They smile.
They laugh.
They cry.
They love.

they are angry.
Hard to please.
They can make you crazy
With their demands.

they are adorable,
showering you with their
hugs and kisses.

Special children are many.
Isn’t it lovely?
God loves them so dearly,
just like you and me.

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Please check out my other site

So I just happened to make another site which is quite similar to wordpress, but I have a different purpose of creating that site. I’d like to advocate for the children with special needs (CWSN). Yes, I am a special education teacher (in the future). I mean, I’m still in my third year of studying special education. Yes, I am in love with special education and I’m hoping that in the near future, I could live up my principles of being a special education teacher.

For the mean time, I’d like to share to everyone my own experiences in my endeavors to be of service to the CWSN especially since their number has been greatly increasing today. In line with this, I hope that many people will help me in my advocacy in spreading awareness about special education and more importantly our brothers and sisters who have special needs.

This is the link to my advocacy——-

Weekend Edition – Resolution Smesolution Plus Good Reads and Writing Tips

Thank you so much author! Love this article. Have a prosperous 2015.

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Resolutions Just Aren’t My Thing

Though my holiday decorations are all packed away, I've left a little sparkle out to brighten the winter dark. Though my holiday decorations are all packed away, I’ve left a little sparkle out to brighten the winter dark.

Ahhh … ’tis the season of The Resolution. Can you smell the grit and determination in the air? Can you feel the electric current of commitment? I was talking with my mom yesterday, and she was lamenting how she and my dad were dreading going to their gym because it would be overrun with Resolutionists. Happily, she knows from experience that this influx of overly enthusiastic interlopers is only temporary. “In six to eight weeks, they will all be back on their couches with their potato chips,” she said.

I have never been one for resolutions. No matter how good my intentions are, they seem doomed to combust under the pressures of real life. Instead of inspiring me to be a better person, my resolutions become self-fulfilling…

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A Poem ‘Bout You

I think this is just the right thing that would inspire me to get over easily with break- ups. Thank you for this, it’s very nice!

Glorious Results Of A Misspent Youth

I thought I’d write a poem ’bout you,
And how you hurt me so,
I’d bear my heart right on my sleeve,
For all the world to know.

And just so I could conjure up,
All of that hurt and rage,
I thought I would just take a peek,
At your Facebook page.

And as I started scrolling through,
It all hit me again,
The lies and the indignity…
My God your friends with Jen?!

I haven’t talked to her in years!
I see she’s friends with Larry,
Oh my, he’s lost a ton of weight,
Did you know Dan got married?

Looks like Steph got a nose job and,
Tina got a new look,
And David just had a baby,
And Steve is a fry cook.

Which reminds me of that diner,
Did you see the reviews?
I should go look up their web site,
To check out the…

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The Endurance of Tacloban: Heart of the Philippines

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Violent winds swirl the dark, ominous thunderclouds overhead. The pounding waves crash onto the rocky shore and the roar of the Pacific Ocean makes its intention clear: thrash anything in its path.

With electricity in the air, I am oblivious to everything except the power coming my way as rain beats against my face, sucking me into the depths of the storm.

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Ever since I was young, the powerful forces of storms, especially on the Oregon Coast, have held a rare type of electricity for me.  Electricity that excites my soul and eliminates any trace of fear I may have.

Chasing the idea of becoming one with the storm.  Not just to see the power unravel in front of me, but to physically feel this rare electricity.

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The past three days I’ve experienced a different type of feeling.

Walking along the Tacloban city coastline watching the sunrise, I am beginning…

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My words sound better coming from my hands than from my mouth: perks of being a wallflower.