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It Was You It Was You

A Poem by Dreamy
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About Me

Hello everyone. My name is Christine. A very new friend of mine recommended this site to me and I am very glad He did. I am a single mother of 4 beautiful kids, 2 boys, 2 girls. We have a dog, 2 birds, 4 guinea pigs and 5 fish tanks lol. Hey, whatever makes the kids happy. I am a retired firefighter, not by choice. I was injured in a basement fire the day after Christmas of '05. I wrecked my knee, life took on a new direction.

So, I am finding myself again, raising my kids on my own, no longer in the career I loved so much~basically, still figuring everything out. I allow myself to feel whatever emotions I need to feel to keep a balance in my life. Sometimes the emotions linger, but, I guess I feel as though I am feeling that way for a reason and just let it be until it works itself out.

As soon as I figure out what else to write here, I will. :)


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Posted 15 Years Ago


Christine, you are a great MOM buddy...!! I salute your spirit....so much to learn from you....so much...
here i am complaining about small things and there you are making a huge difference in everyone's life....

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Posted 15 Years Ago


The Common Joys

THESE joys are free to all who live
The rich and poor, the great and low:
The charms which kindness has to give,
The smiles which friendship may bestow,
The honor of a well-spent life,
The glory of a purpose true,
High courage in the stress of strife,
And peace when every task is through.

Nor class nor caste nor race nor creed,
Nor greater might can take away
The splendor of an honest deed.
Who nobly serves from day to day
Shall walk the road of life with pride,
With friends who recognize his worth,
For never are these joys denied
Unto the humblest man on earth.

Not all may rise to world-wide fame,
Not all may gather fortune's gold,
Not all life's luxuries may claim;
In differing ways success is told.
But all may know the peace of mind
Which comes from service brave and true;
The poorest man can still be kind,
And nobly live till life is through.

These joys abound for one and all:
The pride of fearing no man's scorn,
Of standing firm, where others fall,
Of bearing well what must be borne.
He that shall do an honest deed
Shall win an honest deed's rewards;
For these, no matter race or creed,
Life unto every man affords.

(Edgar Guest)
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