Paying for college the old-fashioned way. As a young lad, I learned about CPR for the first time in health class.

A Terrible Uncommon is Definitely Common. When I was growing up, I found myself in a horrid situation. Allow me to take you a little deeper into the situation or should I say the outcome. How do women become prostitutes? Thank you for reading,.

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And the fabulous family of five. I am so frustrated with myself and my lack of posting. In all fairness, I have been pretty busy and one of the projects I have been working on is actually what I am going to post about today.

Like a black hole, but with emotions. In a perfect world, I would have posted more in the last year, because so many wonderful things have happened. I fell in love and started a new career. It felt like my real life started. Instead of posting, I was learning about business analysis and writing requirements by day, kissing and laughing with Mike by night. Yet here I am, about to dig in. I want my rhetorical questions to have answers.

An exploration of food ethics from Angelique Chao. Posted by Angelique in Food ethics. The chapter of my life that has consisted of trying to help chickens, pigs, and cows by writing about their journey from animal to meat has ended.

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Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Sometimes Nails are Meant for Tipping and Mirrors for Painting.

I be lost when not be found. I see a ghost that hears no sound. When all the mankind lay dead in their living,. It touches lost souls and spread its wing. Tells me a fable that dusty cloak,. Mesmerized; as it speaks I ask if it be a joke? It tells me;. Its the farmer who harvests the wrong,. And survival is for the weak and not the strong. You will fall short of glory,. And what fades will be your story. If you choose to act on morality,. What you achieve is mortality.