Ode to a Spelling Checker

Eye halve a spelling check her;
It came with my pea sea.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks aye kin knot sea.

Eye ran this poem threw it
Your sure reel glad two no.
Its vary polished in it’s weigh,
My checker tolled me sew.

A check her is a bless sing;
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles two reed,
And aides me when aye rime.

Each frays come posed up on my screen
Eye trussed too bee a joule;
The checker pours o’er every word
To cheque sum spelling rule.

Bee fore wee rote with checkers
Hour spelling was inn deck line,
Butt now when wee dew have a laps,
Wee are knot maid too wine.

Butt now bee cause my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare,
Their are know faults with in my cite,
Of nun eye am a wear.

Now spelling does knot phase me,
It does knot bring a tier;
My pay purrs awl due glad den
With wrapped words fare as hear.

To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should be proud;
And wee mussed dew da best wee can
Sew flaws are knot aloud.

That’s why eye brake in two averse
Cuz eye dew want too please.
Sow glad eye yam that aye did bye
This soft wear four pea seas.

How I finally taught the big guy a lesson

“I did not provoke the fight, so I feel no remorse for what I was forced to do. We were arguing, and since I was right and he was wrong, he decided to fight to cover his stupidity.

He swung at me first, but because I was in top physical condition, I was able to act quickly and block the punch neatly with my head.

I then jumped to the ground, knocking him down on top of me. I placed my ear in his mouth and poked his finger several times with my eye.

His teeth hurt so much from the strength of my ear that he became irate and tried to kick me, but I cleverly blocked the onslaught with my ribs and face.

I scrambled to my feet and ran to my car in hopes I would get away and save this man from my deadly hands. Before I could start the car he pulled me from the still open door. I then proceeded to swing at him, but only managed to hit myself in the head.

To this I said, “What’s this two against one?” That was the final straw—I lost all control. There will be no mercy!!

Taking him in my death grip, I pounded him in the knee with my stomach—then I hit him two or three times in the fist with my teeth! He had had it! I could tell. After that he didn’t even try to pick me up off the ground. He was too chicken!!

Perspective is everything!

THe Poverty of the Earth

“The real poverty of the Earth is as common in the South Bronx of New York City as it is in India. The poverty we must fight is the poverty of unwanted humanity, a spiritual poverty that develops when no one cares. This poverty will never be erased by money and medicine and material. It can only be cured by love.” ~Mother Teresa

Mother Teresa is right. We live in a time where men's hearts are indeed waxing cold. Apathy is running rampant. Now more then ever we must fight not just to feel, but to feel love, forgiveness, empathy, kindness etc... This is not a condition that if we just ignore it will go away. The only way to overcome this sort of poverty is to counter act it with Christlike feelings and attributes. We must not only feel love, but express it. We must not only feel empathy, but act upon it. We must not only forgive others, but ourselves. We must not only expect kindness, but give it to others.

To be at peace with oneself...

It is easier to handle being alone because there is no one else about then to be alone even though you are surrounded by many people. I came to this conclusion long ago. Growing up it seemed that the only time I wasn't on the outside looking in, was when there was no one else around. I found my self becoming increasingly more solitary because it was less painful then being around others. I went off by myself to hide, to grieve, or to protect myself.

Thankfully over time this all changed. Somewhere along the line I made peace with myself. Once this occurred my whole life changed. I was surprised how it became easier to be around other people, and yet I still seek out and even look forward to those times of complete solitude.(And I am not talking about being away from people but surrounded by distractions. I don't need to be occupied with books, music, TV, computers, movies etc... I love to sit alone in a quite room and meditate, communicate with my God, and delve into the recesses of my mind and imagination.)

Why? Because it is during these times, that I can regain my center. It is at these times when I find that I come to greater understanding of myself, my God, and creation. It is at these times when I am filled with peace, strength, guidance, and love. Then I go and return to the outside world ready to love, serve, and live.