SableKage

One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex standing in the foyer of the church staring up at a large plaque. It was covered with names and small American flags mounted on either side of it. The six-year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the pastor walked up, stood beside the little boy, and said quietly, 'Good morning Alex.'   'Good morning Pastor,' he replied, still focused on the plaque. 'Pastor, what is this? ' The pastor said, 'Well son, it's a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service.' Soberly, they just stood together, staring at the large plaque. Finally, little Alex's voice, barel

Taken from the lovely *TimelessImages ^^ If you have free time look through her gallery. She has so many photos that will for sure bring a smile on your face. Don`t you miss the carefree days you had as a kid? Then.. 1. Do a cartwheel. 2. Sing into your hairbrush. 3. Walk barefoot in wet grass. 4. Play a song you like really loud, over and over. 5. Dot all your "i"'s with smiley faces. 6. Read the funnies. Throw the rest of the paper away. 7. Dunk your cookies. 8. Play a game where you make up the rules as you go along. 9. Step carefully over sidewalk cracks. 10. Change into some play clothes. 11. Try to get someone to trade you

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am one of the lucky ones,