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“Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny.” C.S. Lewis

If I have learned anything in the last 2 months, it would be that life is rough. I have never had this much trouble. It is just a rough time for Ariel and me. We are struggling, but we know that this won’t last forever. It never does! But even though I know this, I can’t let it get me down, because I know there is a purpose for our trials. I know that something will come out of this and we will look back and smile. We know that we aren’t being buried but we are being planted.

Trials don’t happen in your life without something coming from it. You might think that I am crazy, saying that I don’t know what you are going through, or that not everything has positive things come from it. This is where I have to disagree.  I feel that anytime you go through a rough time, you can take lessons from that time and go on to help other people. It sucks that we have to go through rough times, but we know  that rough times come and go, and we know that we will survive in the end, we just have to hold on to the hand that is reached out to us.

C.S. Lewis said this “Hardships often Prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny.” We are giving hardships to prepare us for a journey. We need to go through the roughest times to appreciate the good times, even more. What if life was always great? You would find that you appreciate it less than when you have good times after bad times. If you always have good times, then why would you be happy to have more good times? It is the rough times that help build us into the people that we need to be. The best example is working out. When you work out, you slightly tear the muscles. The muscles will then take all the nutrition that it needs and it begins to repair the slight tears in its tissue. After it repairs, the muscle is slightly bigger and stronger. That is what life is, you go through rough times to slightly tear your muscles so you can become stronger.

Life is rough! Life is like a wave that is looking to kill anyone. I have never been more on the edge than I am now, but I know there is something behind how I feel. God is getting me ready for something great, so he is helping me train, as I get stronger in trusting him. I don’t expect it to be easy, but I know that I am not alone. I have family, friends, and Christ. Those three people will never let me fail. I know there is a plan after my trial, and that is what keeps my eyes on God. Don’t give up because you are going through a valley, because soon you will be back up on that mountain. I know I am making my way up that mountain now. Thank you!

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I have been missing from this blog. I haven’t posted regularly for a few weeks. But this last week, I didn’t post nearly at all. There are a few reasons to this, which I will be talking about. I shouldn’t disappear anymore, but we may never know. Also, I give out…cookies

   Hello guys,

Thank you for your time, I promise to keep things short and sweet. Lately, my life has been really crazy. So crazy that I have been pulled away from this great hobby. Let me tell you about my recent accident, my sickness, and our newest purchase. Let us start with the accident; 

I was trying to get home to get some sleep, since I worked later that night. There I was, sitting in the line at the red light, waiting for the light to turn green. Out of nowhere, a car slammed into my rear end and flew into 3 other cars. I got out of my car and saw that my car was destroyed. The wheel was fully pulled around, as the axel was been, the brake line was snapped and gas poured from the gas tank. I screamed and threw my keys as I went to get the guys information. The guy got out of his car (that was jammed under a van.) The guy told me that he didn’t hit my car, so I pointed at the tire and laughed, saying “Nah, I just love driving with a broken tire…” Everyone laughed. Long story short, it took 89 years to get all the information wrote down, but we finally got it done. I called off that night (from work), but we didn’t stay for long. We didn’t have car, but we needed one. My back was killing me, but I knew we needed to get things done. This meant that I needed to get up and get things going. This is where the purchase came into play.

 We bought a new car! We went to the car dealership and got a car, though we expected a crappy old car, we were able to get a 2013 Hyundai Elantra with only 63,000 miles. This little purchased only cost us 11,000 dollars. This was a great buy for us, and we are excited to announce it! 

Now, while all this was going on, I also got sick. I don’t know if I have a cold or allergies, but I have fully lost my voice. My throat is sore, my head hurts, my body aches and I have pressure in every part of my body. I have still been working, but it has been hell. I have been drinking more water, hot tea, also I have been eating gobs and gobs of Halls. None of this has been helping, but I am going to keep doing what I have been doing. Ariel and a handful of people have been making fun of me, all because of my voice. Screw them, I say. I find it funny, though. 

How does this tie all together? Because everything has me either busy or just in a blah mood. I never knew how much work comes with a wreck..but it’s a lot. Lately, most days have keep me busy until 8pm. Then I am also sick, which takes away any and all motivation. I don’t want to be awake let alone do I want to write. But hopefully I can get this back up and going and we grow togrther, again. Until then, look at our new car!!!  

    The plan was to keep this car going, until we were comfortable to buy a new one. This dream was sucked up, today when our car took a deep shit on our foreheads. We blew the head, not because we are careless, but because we didn’t have anything else to hold off the fate. It was going to blow one day, we were just buying time.
     We were in the line at Hardee’s when the car began to act up. All we wanted was a good breakfast, but you could say we got more than we could chew. The cat began to putter out of control, eventually dying. I got it to start again, but the damn was already done, there was enough life in the car to get home, but that’s all.
     I got out of the car to see what happened, lifting the hood and going straight to the dip stick. When I pulled the dip stick, I knew we were screwed. The first main sign of a cracked/blown head is milky oil. Guess what we found? Milky oil! That’s right!
     My head was spinning and my heart hurt, as we didn’t have a running car anymore and now we were out of our transportation to work. I still had to be at work at 3, which meant there was no time to get anything sorted out. This is when I called in and called my good ole dad. He told me that we would resurrect my old car, a project we wanted to do anyways.
      Long story short, we have a little work to do, but the car is running. We haven’t had to put much money into either. All we had to do is replace a thermostat and a new battery. Luckily we are in a good position to get everything sorted out and we are safe. It sucks that nothing went as planned, but atleast we are okay.
    We do have a blown head, but we also have another car. We will finish up the car tomorrow and get all the legal paper work done, other than that, we are still on plan to get a new car and house in 2017! Then we can start a family. For all those who ask!

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    Well today was a fun day for my wife and I, as we were almost ran down by a careless driver. The worse part is we were in a parking lot and the person didn’t stop!
    Yeah, you heard me right, she didn’t stop. The women that was driving refused to stop as she backed up, even after seeing us….
     Ariel had a meeting for her job. I was just getting off work and decided to take her and wait in the parking lot, as we were going to GameStop afterwards. The meeting only lasted about thirty -minutes, only half the time that I expected. We swung by McDonald’s real quick, got some food, and drove over to the nearest GameStop. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I knew that there was going to be something there for me. We got to the business, found a close parking spot and parked.
   We got out of the car and walked to the door. When we entered the building, the guy behind the desk asked if we needed help. Not knowing fully what I was wanting I told him “not quite yet” and walked to the cheap games. The 9&under shelves are the first thing I look at, when I come to GameStop, because they usually have some classics that are really great games.
      After shuffling through the games, I picked up Madden ’07, for some Madden Challenges and such, and we made our way to the front counter.
    The guy was nice during the checkout process (he even talked about “Suicide Squad”) which is great. He gave me the change and the receipt and told us to have a great day, I responded with the same courtesy. I was happy with the games I bought, with the prices, and with the fact that now I got to go home and play the games. I was all smiles, until we got to our Lane.
    We were walking up to the car, when out of the corner of my eye, I see someone backing up. I figured they didn’t see us, so I pulled Ariel to the side, trying to alert her of the car. The car saw us, as I saw her looking through the mirror, yet she didn’t stop. I barely got Ariel out of the way before the car hit her. Luckily Ariel saw this car and moved, or this could be a different story! As the car almost clips Ariel, I yell ” what the fuck,dude.” This is when the driver, young black girl, starting to scream at me through the window (window was up) and drove off. I wanted to chase the car down, but Ariel asked me not to. I was pissed and probably spent a hour afterwards cussing the careless reject out.
     Thoughts of throwing my keys through her window felt nice, but I know that wouldn’t do anything, expect start more drama, making me glad I didn’t. I just don’t understand why it’s so hard to pay attention and show some damn respect. It would only take seconds for Ariel and I to get to the car, but this woman was so impatient that she almost injured the woman of my life. I can’t stand people like her!!!! If you’re driving, please do me a favor, don’t be like this lady!!!!! Show respect and please pay attention!!!!!!

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Everyone has a fear, am I right? I am most defiantly right. Even if it is a fear of dying alone, you have a fear. Some fears also might be a fear of eating spicy food, or maybe a fear of a loved one dying. What ever the circumstance, you are afraid of at least one thing in your life. Today, I want to talk about one of my biggest fears…which is a weird one.
A couple weeks ago, I hit a deer with my car. The car was beat up pretty well, but it was still good to drive. The hood now needs to be replaced, but with seeing what those bastards can do, I’m glad that our hood was only damaged. It was a scary situation, though. I was driving home and next I know four deer ran out in front of us. The one that made the most damage was on my wives side of the car. He hit and hold on top of the hood, but then as I stopped, he got off and ran down the hill. Now I heard a few days later, that I was suppose to inform cops about it? Well I didn’t, I wasn’t about to get out of my car with four deer in the distance, while it was dark, so I left.
When we got home, we realized that the deer had taken the headlight with her. The whole compartment was gone, all from one deer. I still needed a headlight, though, so I sat out a plan to go back to the scene and find my dang headlight protector thing. The next night, I was driving back from my wives work, we were going by the scene so I stopped. I put on my hazards and got out of the car, cars were zooming past going fifty-five miles per hour. I didn’t want anyone to stop, so I tried to hurry up. I was out there for my headlight and any other piece of the car, I could find. I found the headlight down the hill, so I made my way down the hill, and grabbed the headlight, that is when I saw her.
I ran back up the hill, threw the headlight in the car. I told my wife that I would be back in a few seconds. She wasn’t a big fan of this plan at the beginning, so you could only imagine how she felt now. Now, that I got what we needed, yet wanted to do more. She tried to stop me, but I shut the door quickly after grabbing my flashlight. I made my way back down the hill to where I saw the little girl. Her ribs were showing, her guts were ripped out. I felt bad, but she got what she deserved….no one hits my car, and gets away with it.
I stood about ten yards away from the doe. I couldn’t get myself to move any closer to take the picture. I have always been nervous that a dead animal would come back to life and attack me. Even as a kid, I always steered clear of dead possums, cats, dogs, rats, animals, people, because you never know when they were going to come back to life, and if they were mad, you would become a non-involved victim. I never had anything happen to me, its just a fear that must have formed from watching Pet Cemetery at such a young age. Either way, I remembered staying far away from the deer that night.
I tried to overcome my fear, that night. I tried to go closer and closer, but then as I got ten yards from it, I heard something run in the woods. I figured that was the soul of the deer, making its way back to the body, which would reanimate the corpse and would have killed me. I quickly snapped a few pictures, and walked away fast. I regained my manliness before I got to the car, so that I could be seen as a badass by my wife, because she would have laughed hard if she knew I just got scared. I got into the car and showed her the pictures. We posted them online, and bragged that the deer paid his price for damaging Marlyn…..the cars name…..not my choice…..don’t laugh……
That is my biggest fear, guys. I am scared to go next to anything dead. I feel that at any minute it could come back to life, and take me to hell with it. I am deadly scared of dying, so death itself must be my fear. Either way, I hope you enjoyed this…..peace. 

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I posted a passage for my dad yesterday. Now there is something in my chest that says I need to ask someone special, a question. I have done a post like this in the past, but it wasn’t tagged with her name in it, so today I will tag her in this blog, and hopefully she will respond. Hopefully I will get answers to the questions that I will ask her, today. If she doesn’t respond then I will move on, but if by chance she answers, I will receive the answers finally. I will be content with what she says, no matter what, because a fake answer is better than nothing at all. This might be hard to write, so please read from my P.O.V.

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Dear Mom,

When did you leave? I was ten years old, it was the end of fourth grade. I was failing everything, but the thing I hated the most was failing you, or thinking that way. I never felt good enough when I was around you. I couldn’t stand seeing you struggle with the pains in life, being a single mom must have been hard. We were always moving, which always kept my heart broken, because I could never call a place “Home.” I use to blame you for this, but now I realize you were sick. You didn’t know how to be alone, your priorities were out of place.

     I remember having over three hundred dollars in a jar, which was for you to go see a man in prison. This was the same time that we had no food in our home. This was the same time that we didn’t have hot water. I would get made fun of in school for how I smelt. I didn’t want to go to school because of the looks that kids would give me. I thought being bullied was a part of life through all of this, because that is all I ever knew. But you only cared about getting money for your boyfriend. What I can’t get over is that you missed my biggest accomplishments. I graduated twice, got my first car, job, and got married. These were the biggest events that I wanted you to come to, it hurts that you didn’t!  I can get over this to say that I miss and love you.
I want to know the answer to these few questions. I need the answers to be sincere and not full of hate. The last time I asked you these questions, your only answer was “Your father.” That isn’t a proper answer, because you were the one to leave, he wasn’t. Please take this seriously, this is me at my most venerable. I searched 10 years for you, I paid a website to find you, but there was no results, well no updated answers anyways. You moved a lot, but one day you came back.

Why did it take you ten years to come back in my life?

Why did you wait a decade to find your kids?

What did you do in that ten years?

Were you scared that we would hate you?

Did you cry yourself to sleep, like I did every night in foster care?

My father was there for me, why did you make me hate my father so much? He isn’t the man that you made him out to be. Mom, why weren’t you a parent to me and my siblings? I don’t see how a woman that gave birth, could just leave like you did! I have some unhealed wounds, and hopefully this wont make more. But It hurts me to not know what happened. If you don’t answer, I will move on, but don’t make me do that please. My heart is open for a relationship. People say I shouldn’t give you a chance, but that is crazy. You were sick and now I know, that is the woman that you will be. But I would rather have a mother that is sick, then to not have someone there. You messed up, but there will be a time that you nor dad will be here, and I don’t want you to be absent from my life for much longer. You are my mother, and I love you. I miss you, please write back!

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The best songs during these cold breezes….
10. We wish you a merry little christmas
9. Baby its cold outside
8. 12 days of Christmas
7. Winter wonderland
6. Have yourself a merry little Christmas
5. Grandma got hit by a reindeer.
4. Santa is coming to town
3. Rudolph the red-nose reindeer
2. Jingle bells
1. Frosty the snowman

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The best songs during these cold breezes….
10. We wish you a merry little christmas
9. Baby its cold outside
8. 12 days of Christmas
7. Winter wonderland
6. Have yourself a merry little Christmas
5. Joy to the world
4. Santa is coming to town
3. Rudolph the red-nose reindeer
2. Jingle bells
1. Frosty the snowman

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Have you ever spent time in the slammer? I haven’t personally, I actually have never been in a cop car in my life. I am thankful that it has never came down to that though. I wouldn’t do good in jail, there’s certain things that are not for people! Jail happens to be mine. The thought of being behind metal bars, with people I have never heard of in my life. Jail is not for me, but I have had family that have been. My uncle can’t stay out of jail, where as my mother spent a lot of time in the slammer. I have made it a goal to never be in the position of having to go to jail. But sometimes I wonder if killing someone would be worth going to jail, or if I could possibly get away with it. I have been planning, waiting for the day for someone to push me past my limit. So that I can see if I have planned correctly. It might be a dangerous thing to do, but I will tell you guys my plans, only if you promise to keep it between me and you?
His name is James, the guy that pushed me past my limits. He took something from me that he shouldn’t have. He took my dog away from me. He took the dog right off his chain, while he was burying his bone. But now that hole has a new purpose. It will still be full of bones, but not rawhide, now it will be raw human.
I should have noticed that this man was up to something fishy. See for the last three weeks he has circled around my house every hour. Sometimes he would even sit across the street in his truck with the lights off. There was one night while I was getting my dog off the chain, this man walked up behind me. I didn’t know he was there, but I could feel eyes on me. I turned around to see him holding my dogs bone, I quickly snatched the bone away from him and went inside, slamming the front door. I watched him that night sit in his car,  periodically lighting a cigarette. I was going to walk over to him and ask him to leave, but it wasn’t that serious, because he could have been waiting for someone. Now I wished I would have busted his lip that night, now my dog is missing.
I searched the parking lot that the man was sitting in, hoping to find something with his address on it. I found something better, his license. I walked fast to my car, turned my key, and drove to his house. It happened that I already had the materials that I needed for this job. When I got on his block, I dimmed my lights, hoping that he wouldn’t notice my car. But as I got deeper into the block, more the houses began to look like something from 1920’s, I am saying that the houses are trashed. Most of the houses don’t even have windows or front doors. But I am not here for reality, I am here for my dog which I see now. He is running around outside of this crazy mans house, chasing another dog. I parked across the street from his house, and got out.
I walked straight to his front door, and knocked. He answered quickly, but then as he saw who it was, he tried to shut the door. I pushed the door wide open and grabbed him, putting a chloroform rag to his mouth. He passes out and falls onto my shoulder. I take him to my car and throw him in the trunk. He woke up ten minutes later when I pulled him from the trunk and threw him on the ground. He would have tried to get up but I tied his hands to his feet, and his feet to his neck. So if he struggles to get away, he will choke himself, finishing the job for me. But that would be no fun, let the torture start.
The first thing that would happen during the torture would be the breaking of his fingers. I will put each one of his fingers into a nut cracker, crushing each finger in seconds of squeezing. Now that his fingers are shattered, I would move onto his feet. I take a weed eat from the trunk and sat it on the ground, then pull out a sledgehammer. I walk over to him and swing hard on to his knees, I hear the bones breaking, filling my heart with purest joy. I now will use that weed eater for the first time. With his neck tied to his feet, his head was pulled up in the stance as the old gym workout “The superman.” The weed eaters purpose was to cut his face, and it is doing its job. His face is unnoticeable now, but as I continue the torture, a cop shows up to do an inspection of the lake. I pushed the guy against a tree, and got my story ready. He didn’t stop though, he kept driving. When he was gone I pulled the man from the tree and kicked him in the stomach. Telling him that he would pay for taking my dog, he cries for mercy but its to late for that.
I pull gasoline from my car and pour it on his flesh, then take a match and throw it on him. He screams really loud for help, but that wouldn’t help him now. In a short ten minutes or less, he will not longer be alive, but this will only burn off his skin. So when he is done burning, I will take some of the strongest acid and soak his body in it. Leaving nothing but bones left from this creep. When his flesh and organs are gone, I will put his bones in the cemetery, leaving one bone for my dog to chew on. This would be my trophy because every time I would see my dog chew on the bone, I will be reminded on how I got away with killing a man. 

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We ran to the other side of the room, missing the attackers grasp by inches. He stared at us with a dirty grin and picked up his shovel. As he walks towards us, he throws the head of the shovel into a stack of plates, shattering all of them, and throwing broken glass on to the kitchen floor. I let out a really loud scream as the glass hits the ground. But Amanda was staying calm, she stood in the middle of the old man and myself. She began to reason with the man.
“Sir, this isn’t what it seems. You think that we were trying to cross into your territory but that isn’t the case. We were out of alcohol, and we didn’t want to stop the party. That was the fastest way to the convince store, so we thought taking that would help. We didn’t even know you were still back there in that trailer. We weren’t trying to make you angry. If you leave now, everything that happened tonight will be forgotten.”
Amanda took a step towards the man, trying to show that she was serious, but she over stepped her boundaries. He grabs her by her throat and starts to choke her. She broke lose the first time by slamming her arm down into his elbow. But he quickly recovered and got her back into the choke hold. I was frozen to the wall as I watched my best friends’ face turning color. I knew that I needed to do something or she would be dead in no time. So I run over to the kitchen and grab one of the pieces of glass off the ground and walk over to the man that was on his knees and this point. I jab him in the back with the glass. This caused him to grab me and throw me on the ground. He walks over to me, saliva running down his chin, his tongue sticking out fully, as if he were trying to bite the organ off. He took his foot and pushed me back fully on the ground, and lifted his leg as he was about to stomp on my head. I had my whole life flash in front of my eyes as I close my eyes and started praying to God. There was a loud manly scream, then I felt someone grab me, I started to push the person off as I open my eyes. It was Amanda telling me that we needed to run.
We got outside and tried to get into her car, but the Maniac was parked behind all the cars. She looks at me and then tells me that we could run into the woods and run to the old prison. We decide that is the best option at this point, and started to run to the woods. At that moment the door to the house flew wide open, releasing a man with a missing eye. Amanda had jabbed him in his eye to save my life making this man very angry. He started to run towards us. We got to the edge of the woods and look back, he is running full speed at us. We take off again as we try to outrun him. He got into the woods and took at different path, we lost our site of him, but we could hear his shovel bouncing off each of his passing trees, then when we were expecting it, he appears out of the shadows and slams his shovel into Amandas’ ankle, breaking the bone. Amanda lets out a big scream, and tries to run away, he tried to hit her again, but this time I ran up to him and put my finger deeply into his missing eye, he screamed as Amanda got up. When I saw her limping away, I threw my leg into his balls and ran away, catching up to my friend and helped her. 
It was five minutes later when we finally saw a house up the way, we need to get her ankle elevated, not thinking that he was going to catch up to us, we decide to take a break in the house. We hurried into the house, Amanda immediatly took a seat as I looked around the house. This house was filthy, there were cans of beans laying around, clothes on the ground, and cocroaches climbing the walls. This was a horrible place to be, but it was going to do until we could go back outside. With the premises checked, I want to see how bad her ankle is, so I walk over to her and ask her to take off her shoe. As she took off her shoe, I could see that she had broken the bone. It was swollen with a sharp piece of bone pushing out her skin. He had shattered the bone in complete, but it was something that a doctor could easily fix when we get her to the emergency room. She was being so tough, she is trying to get me to laugh, but my only worry is her and her health.
“Oh shit” Amanda whispered to me as she ducked down, I followed her and asked her what it was. She explained to me that she heard a whistle, the same sound that the guy made as he walked up on her and Alex early that night. I wanted to see if there was any sign of him, but Amanda told me to not check. So I sat there holding on to her scared to death. She was just sitting there though, it was as if she didn’t care what happened next. We heard the whistle getting louder, so I took the leadership and told her that I was going to check out the window for the man. As I glanced out the window, I saw the man. He was standing a hundred yards away, patting his shovel against his arm. As I was about to get back down, he looked over at me, he noticed that we were in the house, so he started to walk this way. I got sat back down and told Amanda that we need to get down and hide. She pulled the cover over her head with a hammer, that she found in a toolbox, and lied there. I lied next to the couch, in a position that the window was a blind spot for anyone.
We have been sitting in our position for almost ten minutes, so I figure that it was clear to get back up and make sure that he had left. I got up and looked out the window, I can’t see anything, but then as I was about to get Amanda, the man put his head through one of the holes in the boarded windows and tried to grab me, I scream, immediatly Amanda got up and smashed his hand with the hammer. I helped Amanda get up and helped her limp out of the house. But as we got out of the house, the man came around the corner, forcing us to take another route. We didn’t get far until Amanda couldn’t go any farther. Her ankle was finally hurting more than she could bare. She fell to the ground, with the guy only a few yards away, I tried to get her back up but she couldn’t. She tries to tell me to leave her, but that wasn’t an option. “I will die with you before I leave you.” I got ready for the battle of my lifetime!