Old man shoots AT&T trucks

OH EM GEE…the world is going mad. lol

So, I come across a video on Facebook of an older man holding a gun and shooting…shooting…SHOOTING–AT&T service trucks! WHAT IN THEEE HEEEELL? I beging reading the articles I found online only because I wanted to know what would cause this man to do this? I always give the benefit of the doubt but to my surprise, it was just wrong! LOL

As it turns out, the short version, the man was mad that the trucks parked infront of his driveway and apparently, he went “bananas”. =O

He was arrested and his bail was set to $30,000! Ay, AY, AY.

What do you guys thinks about this? Crazy, huh?

(please be respectful and tactful if commenting…thank you)

 

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California Family Kicked Off Delta Flight

Oh my goodness! First of all, hello. It’s been a while since my last post. So much has been going on that I haven’t had the time or energy to keep up with this blog. Things are beginning to settle down and school will be back in session, which means more free time for me. With that being said, this morning, while going through Facebook, I came across a shared video. It was about a family of four who were threatened with imprisonment and foster care for their children if they did not cooperate with FAA regulations.

I’m not going to say too much since this is already all over social media but I only want to give my two cents. You can look it up under “California Family Kicked Off Delta Flight, Threatened With Jail, Foster Care for Refusing to Give Up Tot’s Seat” or something like that.

 

First of all, I was wide-eyed in astonishment. I couldn’t believe how rudely they were being treated. I know we have rules and regulations for a reason but I believe employees should always be tactful when trying to enforce and explain regulations and procedures. I don’t think this was handled right at all. I feel bad for the couple. I also paid close attention to the father’s face and could just see the frustration of him believing he was following logic and still, there was no way of protecting his family…of standing up for what was right. I could see his manhood just being stripped away as he was being threatened with imprisonment for him and his wife and his children into foster care. WOW. Really? WOW. For this?

I said I wouldn’t say much and I gotta stop there. I’m not spending more energy on this especially because Delta airlines did end up apologizing and admitting they were at fault by the way it was handled.

Check out the articles on line and tell me what you think but please be respectful and tactful. 😉

Thanks.

One Day Older and Wiser

Today I’m one day old.

It’s amazing how much learning one can experience in a day. Yesterday, I was just born…I came from a place with loud sounds and vibrations…I could hear my mother’s heart beat alongside with mine…her muffled voice is now a vague memory…breathing, communicating…I can’t remember how I did these but I did them.

Now, in this life I chose to join, sounds have a different beauty. I’ve learned to listen to these because in this life I’m now in, they have different meanings. These eyes have learned to see so much already. I also have learned to choose what I see. My heart was just a heart in my other life but now, is it part of how I feel? No–It isn’t…it is still just a heart. Today, I learned I can choose to believe that.

In my short time in this new life of mine, I learned I can choose to feel however I want. Though, there was a moment when I had forgotten I had that power.  I even forgot why I wanted to be here in the first place…but only eight or nine hours after I was born, it all came back to me. I am here because I wanted to be BRAVE…I wanted to HELP OTHERS…to UNDERSTAND…I am also here to LOVE.

I am here because I heard tomorrow would come…and like the rock star that it is, I am excited to see it for myself…because if I gained all this wisdom in a day, imagine with what eyes I will see tomorrow?

—-Emma G Prince  ©

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME =D

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(Yesterday I turned 45 but there was only a “3” candle. LOL. I can live with that.)

A Special Gift on Mother’s Day

My middle son gave me a special gift on Mother’s Day. All my boys are sweet, but this year, it was Everett’s turn to make me cry and boy…he got me good.

A few months ago I had told him how much I loved DR Seuss’ book Oh The Places You’ll Go! I had never known of such book until I had to read it in front of my son’s classroom last year. I barely got through the book but as soon as I walked out of the classroom, I couldn’t stop crying. It just had so much meaning to me, to my life at that moment.

I was forty-three or maybe I had already turned forty-four but I had just been going through so much in my life. It’s weird to think how different I am now from who I was last year. I was just waiting for earth’s gravity to squash me…pretty much.

But I hold Dr Seuss’ book close to my heart. It is so dead on. Watching those children in my son’s classroom that day, it just filled me with sadness knowing that each and every one of them would go through dark roads…and that some roads are only wide enough for one. I think of all my dark days and how many times I felt so alone. I wonder who these children will think of when these trying times grow near? God? Their angels? Their parents, family, a role model?…God, I pray whoever is their caretaker adds the tools they’ll be looking for so desperately when the time is needed.

I’m forty-four now, soon to be forty-five. I’ve been through clear roads, scary roads and hopeful roads. I’ve been alone at times and with company at others. I can definitely say that I am still learning so much, every day. Today, I am less afraid, less sad…because I’ve faced many of my fears and demons but I’ve had help. There is ALWAYS help.

I realize now I am a spirit…having a human experience…that I have a home, in another place…but that I CHOSE to come here for a reason…a reason my children and strangers help me remember every now and then. That reason is simple…to spread LOVE so that this planet can heal. Slowly, I am beginning to realize Dr Seuss was very right…

“And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)”

— DR. SEUSS

LOVE BIG OR GO HOME ❤

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!! =D

Past Lives

(Sorry if I jump around too much. It was four in the morning when I began typing this and was still sleepy. lol  But I knew if I didn’t do it then, I wouldn’t do it. I might fix it later.)

When I was a little girl, maybe around kinder or first grade, my mom tells me I used to tell her about my mother, Manuela.

“Yes…don’t you remember her? You two were friends!”

My mom says at times I’d give her chills with some of the things I said. LOL

I do remember something about me having a sister–who pinched me and wore glasses. Oh and that we had a little dog…white poodle or something like that.

Then, in my young adult years, I began having dreams that I had been a man, a very good-looking, young man; and I had messed around with many women. These women were so attracted to me, they’d do anything for me. They were so gullible and I took advantage and broke many hearts. I took it as a weird dream but wondered what it meant.

When I was a teen, about thirteen, my mother would tell me what an awful feeling she felt when I was born. She said as soon as she saw me she thought, “Oh NO! It’s HER! NO! NO! NO! Please! NOT HER!” And she felt an awful feeling in her gut, as if someone had punched or kicked her. At thirteen, this hurt my feelings. I mean, COME ON! But then, I had always felt my mother didn’t love me and I figured it was just her being mean to me, again.

As an adult, I grew tired of her telling me the same story…about how awful it was once she saw I was a girl…once she recognized me and I was HER. I couldn’t believe she’d tell me this. So, for a long time, I dealt with depression. I felt unloved by my parents but mostly by my mother. It was a pain so deep, I sometimes didn’t know how I was going to make it in this life. I figured, “what was the point of living if I didn’t have my mother’s love?” My depression went on for so many years…maybe thirty years because I felt it since I was a child.

I tried to kill myself twice. They were clumsy attempts really. The first time I was about ten and the second, a young teen—but my parents never knew. Around my mid twenties, I ended up seeing psychologists and psychiatrists, and little by little, I met amazing people who helped me grow strong, mentally.

It was weird because although my mother and I did not get along and she always made me feel like I was the “other woman”, we did come together at times…these were the best of times. She did teach me about God and kinder things. We connected when we talked about books, reading, spirituality, a loving God, hypnotherapy, past lives, regression…She was always reading a book and she’d share it with me.

I began getting interested in my spirituality and read many books she recommended, like Dr Brian Weiss, and others I came across on my own—but I’ve felt I’ve been searching for answers as to why she has pushed me away.

To cut this short, it wasn’t until earlier this year, once I made up my mind that I didn’t care if my mother loved me or not—and I recognized I was loved by many other important people in my life—that I came across a friend of the family who helped me figure all this out.

She used Spiritual Response Therapy. At first, I was skeptical and a bit scared. I wasn’t sure what to think but it ended up providing me with the answer I’ve been searching.

But first, let me jump around some more…in the past, I also had dreamt a shocking dream and woke up thinking, “I was the other woman!” In my dream, my mom and dad were not related to me but they were an item. I was a frivolous woman and had an affair with my father, her man. The woman, my mother, never forgave me. It makes sense because in this life, I have felt a deep respect with my fellow females and I have been careful about not making them feel I’m a threat. I’ve never been about taking someone’s man, competing for a man or anything like that.

So, back to this family friend. She came back with a surprising story but it made sense to me. She said she only went back so much but that my mom and I had been an “item”. She had been very cruel with me and emotionally, mentally abusive, to the point that I killed myself in despair. She told me that was why I suffered from depression in this life.

It took a couple of days for me to put together all the clues. I summed it all up: When I was a man, I broke a woman’s heart. She finally met her match in another life but I took him from her—he and I had an affair. We met again romantically, this time her, the woman and me, the man— but she had not forgiven me…and emotionally abused me and manipulated me so much that I took my own life.

In this life, I am now her daughter. That’s why she recognized me at birth. That’s why she had thought “NO! NOT HER!” That’s why she was jealous of my relationship with my father and made me feel like I was THE OTHER WOMAN. That’s why she told me once to take care of my own husband and to leave hers alone—I used to think my mother just had a sick mind. That’s why she was doing it all over again in this life, being emotionally and mentally abusive towards me. That’s why I felt depressed and wanted to kill myself…again…because no matter what I had done to show her I was sorry, she hadn’t forgiven me…and I hadn’t forgiven myself.

In this life, as her daughter, her opportunity to forgive me is evident. She had me inside of her, I was a product of my father and her. I came into this world from her womb. She’s had to bathe me, clothe me, feed me, clean me, watch me, soothe me…yes…SHE’S HAD TO LOVE ME. Growing up I sensed her mixed feelings of love and hate towards me.

As for me, in this life as her daughter, being female I had to feel what other women I hurt have felt. More importantly, I had the ultimate test and opportunity…an opportunity to realize that I had to FORGIVE MYSELF…that it didn’t even matter if my own mother, who is supposed to symbolize love and life, didn’t forgive me. I rejoice because I first forgave myself because I knew God loved me and his love was much, much greater. Knowing His love was what saved my life and what has brought me to this conclusion.

Finally, I approached my mother with all this information. I figured I’d give it one last try and asked her to be open minded. After all, I knew she believed in past lives. I ended up telling her everything I knew and apologized one last time.

“Mom, if I have hurt you in a past life or in this one, I am sincerely sorry.” I meant it with all my heart. She didn’t comment about what I had just told her. She just listened and I could tell her brain was absorbing it. But she did say, “Me too. I’m sorry if I have hurt you in a past life or in this one.”

That was good for me. In this life, her as my mother and I as her daughter, we’ve had to love one another no matter what our past has been. As a daughter, I’ve had to respect her and as a woman, I’ve had to understand her. And her, as my mother, she’s had to care for me and forgive me and as a woman, she’s had to empathize with me.

=)

LOVE BIG OR GO HOME

Road trip with Benjamin

I have to say My Benjamin did remarkable well during our road trip to North Cali.

We drove up for a friend’s baby shower because I promised her I wouldn’t miss it for the world…and when you make a promise you have to keep it. So, we woke up around 4:30am and left at 4:45am. Benjamin did great for about seven hours on the road. We trucked it all the way to Tracy, CA, where we stopped to buy the baby shower bag— and that’s when he just had it.

“Mom, get off me right now!” His way of saying he wanted to get out of his seat. When Benjamin’s not happy, I’m not happy. My stress level goes sky high and I panic. I was driving so I felt so helpless, unable to go back there and reassure him. Fortunately, we weren’t far from a Walmart. We stopped and we all got out so that gave him a nice little break. I bought him a baseball bat with the t-ball and everything. After that he was in a great mood. He got back in the car without a fuss as I explained to him our next stop would be a park.

Once we arrived to the baby shower at the park, he ran straight to the grass and began hitting his ball. There were so many other kids there that I was nervous on how everything would play out. Surprisingly, he did very well! He didn’t want to share but that’s alright. He ran and laughed and talked with the other kids. He was having a great time.

Three or four hours later, he had it. I had to excuse ourselves and say our good-bye’s. As soon as Benjamin got in his car seat, he was out! So, he was exhausted, which was ok too.

Everything went well…the hotel, the next morning…BUT…once we had been on the road for about three or four hours, he began getting frustrated and began screaming. We pulled over and he calmed down. That too, was ok.

So, over all, I think Benjamin did remarkably well. I stressed out a lot for nothing. lol..Plus most of the times he got cranky, I think I could have been better prepared. Next time, I have to have more snacks and drinks AND a dvd player!

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Everett Edition of my book with Love

So my son’s copy of my book came over the weekend! We got home last night from our trip up north and my mom handed me our mail. I had sent my kids to bed already but I was like a little kid—full of excitement for the morning to come already. I couldn’t wait for my son to finally read his very own version of The Silent Life of Genevieve. He’s so proud of me. He’s my number one fan. :’)

CANNOT WAIT FOR HIS REVIEW

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