ANGEL OF DEATH
by GK444
on Apr 24th, 2010
@ 11:26 AM
ANGEL OF DEATH BY: MARK ANTHONY ROSOLOWSKI Dear Sister: As I sit by your bedside, watching you slowly drift away from this life, I softly say a prayer for you, that you may have a peaceful journey into the next life. As I pray, I sense a presence, I look around the room, bu...
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THANK GOD
by GK444
on Apr 22nd, 2010
@ 07:20 AM
Thank God BY: MARK ANTHONY ROSOLOWSKI The alarm clock rings every morning and after hitting the snooze button three, or four times, you finally throw the blankets off. Then you sit up, stretch, put on your slippers. You walk to the bathroom, mumbling about the night being...
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BEING BRAVE
by GK444
on Apr 19th, 2010
@ 07:20 AM
Being Brave BY: MARK ANTHONY ROSOLOWSKI Picture this, it was June 1979, a young, handsome, athletic, intelligent man is waiting to get on a plane to go to boot camp. (It was me in case you could not tell from the description). There were five others with me. We boarded th...
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DEAR GOD
by GK444
on Apr 17th, 2010
@ 08:00 AM
Dear God By: Mark Anthony Rosolowski Dear God, Just wanted to write you a letter to discuss a few things with you that have been on my mind lately, you probably already know what I am going to say, but I still need to ask, I hope you understand. God, I do not understand why...
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THAT LAUGH
by GK444
on Apr 16th, 2010
@ 06:41 AM
THAT LAUGH Mark A. Rosolowski I remember the day I called my mother and told her that I was going to be a dad, I remember hearing her laugh, this laugh went on for a full five minutes, when I asked her why she was laughing, she just said, "You will find out". Well ...
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FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS
by GK444
on Apr 15th, 2010
@ 07:15 AM
Follow the Instructions BY: Mark Anthony Rosolowski I still remember when I was young, and I would buy one of the balsa wood airplanes with the plastic propeller and the rubber band. I would put it together, attach the rubber band and twist the propeller to wind up the rub...
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God Is There
by GK444
on Apr 14th, 2010
@ 03:43 PM
God Is There By: Mark Anthony Rosolowski I was walking down the street today and was thinking about my life, what I have done, what I have not done and what I am going to do. I looked back onto my childhood, I saw me as a small child, holding daddy's hand, sitting on a hill ...
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WHY
by GK444
on Apr 9th, 2010
@ 10:37 AM
Why Tell a child not to do something and you will hear them ask, "Why"?, with the typical parental response being, "Because I said so". The first time I heard myself say that, I thought to myself, when did I become my parents, the people I vowed while g...
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MY LITTLE ONE, A Father's Letter to His Daughter
by GK444
on Apr 6th, 2010
@ 09:58 AM
MY LITTLE ONE (A Father's Letter to His Daughter ) Precious Child, I can still see your mother, she woke me that morning, telling me she was in labor. The smile on her face lit the room, the sparkle in her eyes was so bright it was blinding and the smile on her lips went fr...
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GARLIC SHRIMP AND PASTA
by GK444
on Apr 4th, 2010
@ 11:26 AM
4 TABLESPOONS CORNSTARCH 2 (14.5 OUNCE) CLEAR CHICKEN BROTH (I LIKE SWANSONS FOR TASTE) 6 TABLESPOONS LEMON JUICE 4 TABLESPOONS OLIVE OIL 3 POUNDS SHELLED, DEVEINED LARGE SHRIMP 8 CLOVES GARLIC FINELY MINCED 1 TEASPOON GROUND RED PEPPER 2 TABLESPOONS DRIED PARSLEY FLAKES 16 ...
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AN ALZHEIMER’S PATIENT’S LETTER TO FAMILY
by GK444
on Apr 3rd, 2010
@ 07:05 AM
AN ALZHEIMER’S PATIENT’S LETTER TO FAMILY My Dear Family, What is going on with me? What is happening? I am losing me, I am losing who I am, I am slipping away, like a ship in a fog. Will I wake up tomorrow look in the mirror and not know the person looking bac...
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Look Around
by GK444
on Apr 2nd, 2010
@ 10:35 AM
LOOK AROUND Look around you and see all that you have. Look at the new large flat screen television, high definition, of course. Look at the recliner, massages and has heat, it feels so good after a long day at work. Look at the stereo, surround sound, automatic CD change...
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Watch a Child
by GK444
on Apr 1st, 2010
@ 03:11 PM
Why are we so innocent as children, then as we grow older we lose the innocence of youth, watch a child... Watch a child after a rain, running and jumping barefoot in the puddles, stepping in the mud, letting the mud go between the toes, listen to the peels of laughter as th...
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