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I AM SORRY FOR NOT ATTENDING TO MY BLOG, BUT I WILL BE BACK SOON SO PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON ME.

MY BLOG WILL UNDERGO A MAJOR CHANGE, AND I HOPE YOU LIKE WHAT I AM DOING NOW.

HOW WOULD YOU LOVE TO HAVE A HOME LIKE THIS?

WOULD YOU LOVE TO LIVE IN A HOME LIKE THIS?

BEAUTIFUL VIEW

YOU CAN HAVE FUN IN THIS KITCHEN WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS!

BREATH TAKING VIEW, RIGHT FROM THE DINNING ROOM!

OF COURSE, IF OUR LIFE IS FULL OF PROBLEMS AND WE HAVE NO RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD, IT'S HARD (NOT IMPOSSIBLE) TO ENJOY MUCH OF ANYTHING IN LIFE. THIS IS THOUGH A BEAUTIFUL THAT WE ARE SHARING WITH YOU TODAY, AND IT'S NOT MINE.

VIDEO TO SHOW HOW NOT TO TREAT A GOOD MAN !

 

 

THIS VIDEO SHOWS US THAT IN BEING GOOD, SOME PEOPLE WILL NOT APPRECIATE YOU FOR THAT REASON.

 

SOME WOMEN DON'T KNOW HOW TO ENJOY LIFE WHEN THE MAN IS TREATING HER WITH MUCH RESPECT AND LOVE!

 

THIS IS NOT TO MAKE YOU ANGRY, BUT IT IS TO SAY TO YOU

 

DON'T LET A BAD MAN OR WOMAN BRING YOU DOW TO HER LEVEL, NO MATTER HOW BAD THEY TREAT YOU.

 

 

LET US KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

 

 

SO MANY UNFORSEEN OCCURENCES IN THE WORLD HAPPENING....BUT HERE'S (VIDEO) A BEAUTIFUL ACT OF KINDNESS

 

 WHO WOULD OF THOUGHT OF THIS GIFT BEHIND THIS SELF - IMPOSED PROBLEM?

 

SO MANY ARE LIVING FROM PAY CHECK TO PAY CHECK!

 

MANY HAVE LOST THEIR JOB!

 

SO MANY PEOPLE JUST NEED AN HELPING HAND!

 

 

TELLING THE TRUTH IS ALWAYS THE BEST IN LIFE

&

 

WHEN YOU CAN, PAY IT FORWARD TO HELP SOMEONE YOU KNOW IN NEED!

 

DO YOU HAVE YOUR DISASTER KITS READY FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILY?

ANY SUGGESTION YOU WOULD LIKE FOR OUR BLOG MEMBERS TO LOOK AT PLEASE WRITE TO US AT CRANDPOET@GMAIL.COM

MAY 15, 2013 ROCKEFELLER FOUNDATION ANNOUNCED A 35 MILLION GRANT PROGRAM TO HELP CITIES DEVELOP DISASTER PREPAREDNESS PLANS SO THAT CITIES CAN BOUNCE BACK AFTER A DISASTER.

WE NEED TO BE PREPARED AS FAMILIES

THE QUESTION IS, ARE YOU PERSONALLY READY FOR A DISASTER THAT CAN AFFECT YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD? 

HERE IS A LINK THAT WILL BE VERY IMPORTANT TO YOU IN PROVIDING YOURSELF AND YOUR FAMILY WITH THE MATERIAL NEEDS THAT WILL BE NEEDED DURING A DISASTER.

 http://www.ready.gov/basic-disaster-supplies-kit#.UistQJwBjgk.gmail

COPY THIS LINK IN YOUR URL WINDOW AND YOU WILL BE OPENED TO A VERY GOOD LIST FROM FEMA ON WHAT SUPPLIES WILL BE NEEDED FOR A DISASTER.

WE HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN THESE DISASTERS

1) HURRICANE SANDY 2012 - 62 BILLION DOLLARS IN DAMAGE AND KILLING 125 PEOPLE PLUS.

2) BLIZZARD CALLED "NEMO" OF 2013 HITS NEW ENGLAND.

3) TORNADOES WHIPPED THROUGH MISSISSIPPI FEBRUARY 2013

4) FERTILIZER PLANT EXPLOSION DEVASTATES TEXAS TOWN FORCES RESIDENTS TO EVACUATE.

5) APRIL 24, 2013 HEAVY RAINS HIT THE MIDWEST STATES

 

DON'T HOPE FOR A SUCCESSFUL MARRIAGE, MAKE A SUCCESSFUL MARRIAGE

What love really means! Love must go beyond affection or mutual attraction and be governed by what is for the highest good of the loved one. 

Do you notice something commendable in your mate? Give voice to it! Do you have an impulse to do a kindness? Obey that impulse! We must show love in order to reap it. Practicing these things will bring you and your mate closer, make the two of you one, and make the love between you grow.

Marriage is sharing. Perhaps there is an affectionate glance across the room, a touch, and a soft word, even sitting peacefully together without speaking. Love means sharing the work and the play, the troubles and the joys, the accomplishments and the failures, the thoughts of the mind and the feelings of the heart. Share common goals, and reach them together. This is what makes two people one; this is what makes love grow.

Enjoy this short story and video by Celine Dion. You will no doubt see areas where your own marriage can improve. This information certainly gives those who are not married but in a relationship something to think about.

 

    THE STORY IS LONG BUT YOU WILL NOT BE SORRY

While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon, I had one of those life changing experiences that you hear other people talk about, the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly.
This one occurred a mere two feet away from me. Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning through the jet way, I noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags. He stopped right next to me to greet his family.
First he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he laid down his bags. They gave each other a long, loving hug. As they separated enough to look in each other's face, I heard the father say, "It's so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!" His son smiled somewhat shyly, averted his eyes and replied softly, "Me, too, Dad!"
Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest son (maybe nine or ten) and while cupping his son's face in his hands said, "You're already quite the young man. I love you very much, Zach!" They too hugged a most loving, tender hug.
While this was happening, a baby girl (perhaps one or one-and-a-half) was squirming excitedly in her mother's arms, never once taking her little eyes off the wonderful sight of her returning father. The man said, "Hi, baby girl!" as he gently took the child from her mother. He quickly kissed her face all over and then held her close to his chest while rocking her from side to side. The little girl instantly relaxed and simply laid her head on his shoulder, motionless in pure contentment.
After several moments, he handed his daughter to his oldest son and declared, "I've saved the best for last," and proceeded to give his wife the longest, most passionate kiss I ever remember seeing. He gazed into her eyes for several seconds and then silently mouthed, "I love you so much!" They stared at each other's eyes, beaming big smiles at one another, while holding both hands. For an instant they reminded me of newlyweds, but I knew by the age of their kids that they couldn't possibly be.
I puzzled about it for a moment then realized how totally engrossed I was in the wonderful display of unconditional love not more than an arm's length away from me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if I was invading something sacred, but was amazed to hear my own voice nervously ask, "Wow! How long have you two been married?"
"Been together fourteen years total, married twelve of those," he replied, without breaking his gaze from his lovely wife's face.
"Well, then, how long have you been away?" I asked.
The man finally turned and looked at me, still beaming his joyous smile.
"Two whole days!"
Two days? I was stunned. By the intensity of the greeting, I had assumed he'd been gone for at least several weeks, if not months. I know my expression betrayed me, I said almost offhandedly, hoping to end my intrusion with some semblance of grace (and to get back to searching for my friend), "I hope my marriage is still that passionate after twelve years!"
The man suddenly stopped smiling. He looked me straight in the eye, and with forcefulness that burned right into my soul, he told me something that left me a different person. He told me, "Don't hope, friend ... decide!"
Then he flashed me his wonderful smile again, shook my hand and said, "God bless!" With that, he and his family turned and strode away together. I was still watching that exceptional man and his special family walk just out of sight when my friend came up to me and asked, "What'cha looking at?"
Without hesitating, and with a curious sense of certainty, I replied, "My future!"

WHAT DOES TRUE LOVE MEAN IN THE MARRIAGE

 Making marriage work is an achievement. Achievement implies accomplishing something despite difficulties. This joint effort with a mutual goal ties you together; it binds you close; it makes the two of you one. In time this creates a bond of love surpassing anything felt in anticipation of marriage, and in such unifying happiness it becomes a pleasure to adjust to each other’s differences.

As you enjoy this story by Shawn Segal and this video of KENNY ROGERS singing “Have I Told You Lately That I Love You” you will see that marriage takes a lot of work, especially when it involves difficulties along the way. WE WANT TO GO INTO MARRIAGE DOING ALL WE CAN TO EASE ANY TROUBLE THAT LIFE MAY THROW YOUR WAY.

THE STORY IS LONG BUT YOU WILL NOT REGRET READING IT.

I never considered myself unique, but people are constantly telling me, "I am a miracle." To me, I was just an ordinary "guy" with realistic goals and big dreams. I was a 19-year-old student at the University of Texas and well on my way toward fulfilling my "big dream" of one day becoming an orthopedic surgeon.
On the night of February 17, 1981 I was studying for an Organic Chemistry test at the library with Sharon, my girlfriend of three years. Sharon had asked me to drive her back to her dormitory as it was getting quite late. We got into my car, not realizing that just getting into a car would never quite be the same for me again. I quickly noticed that my gas gauge was registered on empty so I pulled into a nearby convenience store to buy $2.00 worth of gas. "I'll be back in two minutes," I yelled at Sharon as I closed the door. But instead, those two minutes changed my life forever.
Entering the convenience store was like entering the twilight zone. On the outside I was a healthy, athletic, pre-med student, but on the inside I was just another statistic of a violent crime. I thought I was entering an empty store, but suddenly I realized it was not empty at all. Three robbers were in the process of committing a robbery and my entrance into the store caught them by surprise. One of the criminals immediately shoved a .38 caliber handgun to my head, ordered me to the cooler, pushed me down on the floor, and pumped a bullet into the back of my head - execution style. He obviously thought I was dead because he did not shoot me again. The trio of thieves finished robbing the store and left calmly.
Meanwhile, Sharon wondered why I had not returned. After seeing the three men leave the store she really began to worry as I was the last person she saw entering the store. She quickly went inside to look for me, but saw no one -- only an almost empty cash register containing one check and several pennies. Quickly she ran down each aisle shouting, "Mike, Mike!"
Just then the attendant appeared from the back of the store shouting, "Lady, get down on the floor. I've just been robbed and shot at!"
Sharon quickly dropped to the floor screaming, "Have you seen my boyfriend ... auburn hair?" The man did not reply but went back to the cooler where he found me choking on my vomit. The attendant quickly cleaned my mouth and then called for the police and an ambulance.
Sharon was in shock. She was beginning to understand that I was hurt, but she could not begin to comprehend or imagine the severity of my injury.
When the police arrived they immediately called the homicide division as they did not think I would survive and the paramedic reported that she had never seen a person so severely wounded survive. At 1:30 a.m. my parents who lived in Houston, were awakened by a telephone call from Brackenridge Hospital advising them to come to Austin as soon as possible for they feared I would not make it through the night.
But I did make it through the night and early in the morning the neurosurgeon decided to operate. However, he quickly informed my family and Sharon that my chances of surviving the surgery were only 40/60. If this were not bad enough, the neurosurgeon further shocked my family by telling them what life would be like for me if I beat the odds and survived. He said I probably would never walk, talk, or be able to understand even simple commands.
My family was hoping and praying to hear even the slightest bit of encouragement from that doctor. Instead, his pessimistic words gave my family no reason to believe that I would ever again be a productive member of society. But once again I beat the odds and survived the three and a half hours of surgery.
Even though my family breathed a huge sigh of relief that I was still alive the doctor cautioned that it would still be several days before I would be out of danger. However, with each passing day I became stronger and stronger and two weeks later I was well enough to be moved from the ICU to a private room.
Granted, I still could not talk, my entire right side was paralyzed and many people thought I could not understand, but at least I was stable. After one week in a private room the doctors felt I had improved enough to be transferred by jet ambulance to Del Oro Rehabilitation Hospital in Houston.
My hallucinations, coupled with my physical problems, made my prognosis still very bleak. However, as time passed my mind began to clear and approximately six weeks later my right leg began to move ever so slightly. Within seven weeks my right arm slowly began to move and at eight weeks I uttered my first few words.
My speech was extremely difficult and slow in the beginning, but at least it was a beginning. I was starting to look forward to each new day to see how far I would progress. But just as I thought my life was finally looking brighter I was tested by the hospital europsychologist. She explained to me that judging from my test results she believed that I should not focus on returning to college but that it would be better to set more "realistic goals."
Upon hearing her evaluation I became furious for I thought, "Who is she to tell me what I can or cannot do. She does not even know me. I am a very determined and stubborn person!" I believe it was at that very moment that I decided I would somehow, someday return to college.
It took me a long time and a lot of hard work but I finally returned to the University of Texas in the fall of 1983 - a year and a half after almost dying. The next few years in Austin were very difficult for me, but I truly believe that in order to see beauty in life you have to experience some unpleasantness. Maybe I have experienced too much unpleasantness, but I believe in living each day to the fullest, and doing the very best I can.
And each new day was very busy and very full, for besides attending classes at the University I underwent therapy three to five days each week at Brackenridge Hospital. If this were not enough I flew to Houston every other weekend to work with Tom Williams, a trainer and executive who had worked for many colleges and professional teams and also had helped many injured athletes, such as Earl Campbell and Eric Dickerson. Through Tom I learned: "Nothing is impossible and never, never give up or quit."
He echoed the same words and sentiments of a prominent neurosurgeon from Houston, Dr. Alexander Gol, who was a close personal friend of my parents and who drove to Austin with my family in the middle of the night that traumatic February morning. Over the many months I received many opinions from different therapists and doctors but it was Dr. Gol who told my family to take one day at a time, for no matter how bad the situation looked, no one knew for certain what the brain could do.
Early, during my therapy, my father kept repeating to me one of his favorite sayings. It could have been written by both Tom and Dr. Gol and I have repeated it almost every day since being hurt:
"Mile by mile it's a trial; yard by yard it's hard; but inch by inch it's a cinch."
I thought of those words, and I thought of Dr. Gol, Tom, my family and Sharon who believed so strongly in me as I climbed the steps to receive my diploma from the Dean of Liberal Arts at the University of Texas on that bright sunny afternoon in June of 1986. Excitement and pride filled my heart as I heard the dean announce that I had graduated with "highest honors" (grade point average of 3.885), been elected to Phi Beta Kappa, and been chosen as one of 12 Dean's Distinguished Graduates out of 1600 in the College of Liberal Arts.
The overwhelming emotions and feelings that I experienced at that very moment, when most of the audience gave me a standing ovation, I felt would never again be matched in my life -- not even when I graduated with a masters degree in social work and not even when I became employed full time at the Texas Pain and Stress Center. But I was wrong!
On May 24, 1987, I realized that nothing could ever match the joy I felt as Sharon and I were married. Sharon, my high school sweetheart of nine years, had always stood by me, through good and bad times. To me, Sharon is my miracle, my diamond in a world filled with problems, hurt, and pain. It was Sharon who dropped out of school when I was hurt so that she could constantly be at my side. She never wavered or gave up on me.
It was her faith and love that pulled me through so many dark days. While other nineteen year old girls were going to parties and enjoying life, Sharon devoted her life to my recovery. That, to me, is the true definition of love.
After our beautiful wedding I continued working part time at the Pain Center and completed my work for a masters degree while Sharon worked as a speech pathologist at a local hospital. We were extremely happy, but even happier when we learned Sharon was pregnant.
On July 11, 1990 at 12:15 a.m. Sharon woke me with the news: "We need to go to the hospital .... my water just broke." I couldn't help but think how ironic it was that my life almost ended in a convenience store and now on the date "7-11" we were about to bring a new life into this world. This time it was my turn to help Sharon as she had helped me over those past years. Sharon was having contractions about every two minutes, and each time she needed to have her lower back massaged.
Since she was in labor for 15 hours that meant 450 massages!! It was well worth every bit of pain in my fingers because at 3:10 p.m. Sharon and I experienced the birth of our beautiful daughter, Shawn Elyse Segal!
Tears of joy and happiness came to my eyes as our healthy, alert, wonderful daughter entered this world. We anxiously counted her 10 fingers and her 10 toes and watched her wide eyes take in the world about her. It was truly a beautiful picture that was etched in my mind forever as she lie in her mother's waiting arms, just minutes after her birth. At that moment I thanked God for blessing us with the greatest miracle of all -- Shawn Elyse Segal.

TRUE BEAUTY IS NOT PHYSICAL - SEE IF YOU AGREE

In the western movie called the “Gunfighter” a couple was traveling to their new home, they just got married. Out of nowhere come many Indians who were trying to kill the couple. The new husband and his wife were in a horse drawn carriage and they were pulling a horse with a saddle on him. The couple tried to outrun the Indians but they could not. The new husband panicked, got on the horse and left his wife. He was scared and did not prove himself loyal to his wife through this difficult time. How do you think she felt about him?

The beauty of remaining true to a marriage mate far surpasses any physical beauty. Physical beauty inevitably fades with the years, but the beauty of loyal devotion grows with each passing year. To seek another person’s happiness, and to be willing to put his or her interests ahead of your own, can bring lasting satisfaction.

Between old married couples there is a feeling of genuine trust, a sense of security, knowing that they will stay by each other no matter what problems may arise. For them it seems only the natural thing to be loyal to each other. 

     This short story and video shows that, it’s not how you start in
 
        L O V E, but how you finish in the race called L O V E.
 
 
"Is there anything more beautiful in life than a boy and a girl clasping clean hands and pure hearts in the path of marriage? Can there be anything more beautiful than young love?"
 

And the answer is given. "Yes, there is a more beautiful thing. It is the spectacle of an old man and an old woman finishing their journey together on that path. Their hands are gnarled, but still clasped; their faces are seamed, but still radiant; their hearts are physically bowed and tired, but still strong with love and devotion for one another. Yes, there is a more beautiful thing than young love. Old love."

THE REASON FOR THIS POEM & THE VIDEO

“It is the tasks connected with the home that are the fundamental tasks of humanity. . . . If the mother does not do her duty, there will either be no next generation, or a next generation that is worse than none at all.”—Theodore Roosevelt, 26th president of the United States.

Mothers enjoy precious moments that they would not trade for the world. Mothers may sacrifice free time and much of their social life to make sure that their children are well cared for.

Mothers all over the world are successfully protecting and educating their children in spite of many challenges. Are their efforts truly appreciated?

The reason for this poem is to say thank you to my mother who gave me everything needed when I had nothing. Also this poem is for all persons to look at their mothers and determine what kind of person she was to you.

I hope you enjoy the poem & the video of a 16 year old that wanted to thank her mom in a special way. Perhaps you, whatever your age, can thank your mom for the SPECIAL care she gave to you.

THE REASON FOR THIS POEM & THE VIDEO

IF PRESENT trends continue, fatherless families will soon be the norm. A report by the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services claims: “Children raised by a single parent tend to receive lower grades, have more behavior problems, and have higher rates of chronic health and psychiatric disorders. . . . Being raised in a single-mother family is associated with elevated risks of teenage childbearing, high school dropout, [and] incarceration.”

Little wonder, then, that social scientists, family counselors, educators, and even politicians desperately seek ways to halt this devastating trend.

This video shows what happens when the chain is not broken. Fathers are needed in their family. DO YOU AGREE? CAN YOU RELATE TO THIS SONG AND THE POEM BELOW?

The Reality About Sex - It's Not As Many Think

The Reality About Sex

Many have tried to enjoy sex because they feel it is their right,

Something they can do anytime of the day or night.

Others feel that they can have sex because it feels good,

Yet, the results of having sex leaves so many mentally misunderstood.

So many, love the way that sex feels they cannot stop,

Even when knowing the danger they continue to hop.

With no regard for the end result of engaging in different sex acts,

Many, so many go through life with sexual urges, looking for someone that will make contact.

One of the Kardashian sisters was talked into having sex as a teenager to please the man,

How sad for her, she quickly realized that he and any others were just a scam.

Many regret losing their virginity at a young age,

Because they have been robbed and used, they go through life not understanding, their rage.

How sad it is when someone takes your virginity away from you,

They don’t care that you now may look like a fool.

You go back to the boyfriend and say, “I just had your baby, and it’s a boy.”

Your boyfriend doesn’t care because he only used you as a toy.

Girls and boys who are very young don’t know their bodies, so they get talked into having sex,

Sometimes they have a child or two and realize that now their life is one big wreck.

You look at the children you have to raise alone and, you realize that what you did was not right,

You alone must bring up the children right but, now it’s a struggle, it’s a fight.

Sex was not meant to be engaged in irresponsibly

Whether you realize it or not, engaging in sex when you are not ready, there is a high fee

Sometimes it comes in the form of disease

Oh! How you wish you could turn back the hands of time, PLEASE!

But how do persons feel who stay a virgin until they marry?

They feel like the most expensive diamond in the world, pure, beautiful and rare,

The man or woman who acquires such a virgin, holds them and cherish them with delicate care.

Even if you are not a virgin, but you feel that sex is sacred for husband and wife then, you are a diamond, YES EXTRAORDINAIRE.

Why Do Geese Fly In V Formation - What Can We Learn Individually?

There is no creation on earth or in the universe (as we know it) that which is more unique than the human family. WE ARE A BEAUTIFUL RACE OF HUMAN BEING, MADE WITH SO MANY BEAUTIFUL COLORS.

We do come to the aid of one another during some kind of disaster, some problem beyond the control of a group or individual, We Are To Be Commended For This! 

But as unique as we all are, with the capacity to LOVE, to be GENEROUS, to WORK TOGETHER and, to HELP ONE ANOTHER, we must end up as a human family not admiring our own human race but admiring the many animal species, why? Because among the many different animals, you will see powerful displays of instinct wisdom, that is performed day after day, week after week, month after month and, year after year that, makes many of us humans part of a SAD race.

Enjoy the lessons: Thanks to Michael Pacitti for the video

Appreciating All In The Family

When you awake each morning, does seeing your family happily get you going? 

Regardless of the race of our family tree, we all have the responsibility to treat each family member with dignity.

Do you daily show appreciation for your family, or do you verbally and physically cause your family pain and misery?Look at the many families of humanity, and you will see fathers, mothers and children bordering insanity

Fathers you have the responsibility, to show first appreciation for the family

As the head of the house, do you put the interest of your wife and children ahead of your own life?Or are you more concerned with your own selfish desires, not standing up to what is required

The family is in confusion; this is why so many families are not a happy union

Women make excuses for their meanness each day; they always say, “We can’t help it we were made this way.”

This is an excuse, because it is easier to be uncaring and unkind, to be of no good use

Your children come home wanting to tell you about their day, but all you can say is “leave me alone and go play”

Do you (each day) speak the right words to your family as a mother, this allowing the family to feel a true mother’s protective cover?

Do you children feel that your family is first in your life, or do you enjoy adding to the pain, trouble and strife?

It’s not weak to speak kind words daily to your folks, even if many of your friends think it’s a joke

When was the last time you hugged your mom and dad very tight, or do you think that such actions are not right?

Spending quality time with your family doesn’t make you square, no, it allows others to see that you truly care.

Family members blame emotional, mental, physical, and material problems for their family quarrels, and some of this may be true

But to keep families from being distant, they need love, appreciation, encouragement and your assistance

Your home should be one of peace, allowing all to speak freely, emotionally

There should be no room for pain, anger, quarreling and fights, even if you think you are right

There is an element that exist today, it is bent on destroying (family) which was meant to stay

If you don’t believe, you, examine the family and you will see that which lost its dignity

In the most popular book given to man, there are instructions written by Gods own hand

If these instructions are followed by all, see! A HAPPY FAMILY

Written by

Chester Randolph Sr

Copyright August 8, 2010

Fathers: Not in Their Child's Life

Fathers! Not In Their Child's Life

Many, many problems happen in a child’s life

Father’s absence (generally) brings much of the pain and strife.

Far more than material things, to one's children, the love, time, attention, given to them

You Fathers who have children, how often do you show

How often, do you tell them, you are very proud of them?

Some fathers never spend precious time with their little ones, giving them the tools for everyday life

Performance in school is poor, your children never see their dad at the school door.

Children enjoy attention from their mom, but need mental and emotional support from Dad

When fathers do not show their children they are proud of them, oh how sad.

To be a fly on the wall, seeing you lay next to momma to conceive me

To hear you say with strong conviction, you will care for thee.

But to spend time, care, love, and discipline you did not do

How often, how often did you show your children you were proud of them too?

Your God-given responsibility as a man is to be in the life of your children, from their start

So that they grow up enjoying making right decisions, with a good heart.

Within you fathers, you have the tools that only you can teach

Because your children enjoy walking in your shadows, so they can reap.

Many things are hard to do in life, fathers being there for your children, all the days of their life

Some mothers refuse to let fathers meet the needs of their children, perhaps a bad wife?

But you fathers and mothers remember, Devastation and pain have long lasting consequences in your child life

Hurry to your senses, children need to be shown that their fathers are proud of them in their life.

But fathers of today are not completely to blame, because their fathers and fathers, fathers never broke the chain.

So fathers of today carry much shame, continuing to play the same game.

It’s all so sad to see that our fathers who were children too, never were free

Many of our children of today have given up, because of past fathers who allowed their own self to get messed up.

Fathers, you are your children role model, your children hear your words, but they imitate your actions

How often do you show that you are proud of them with much satisfaction?

They will listen more to what you are, than what you say

Do you want your children to be successful spiritually, mentally, and emotionally?

How often, oh how often, do you show you are proud of them, so they can be, truly free.

Written by

Chester Randolph Sr

Copyright August 8, 2010