Jane Doe Chronicles

Tales of the Heartland: "Finding compassion and Stephono"

JDC America's Heartland:  From the melodious voices of the Oak Ridge Boys rises a greater musical understanding:  "We all are part of the story of an American family." with all that makes or breaks our relationships, influenced by imperfections and our "silly ole pride." 

Like the echo of soft whispering winds, I still hear mother's gentle matriarchal voice: "Life is short-lived 'dumpling' glutted with agitation in need of the blossom of compassion; and my dear, the only road to peace and reconciliation."

"Ya sure mom."  How many times before had I heard this lady with a sophisticated flair basically tell me I would be sorry someday if I threw "compassion" out the window just to satisfy the state of my hurt feelings. 

Stephono and I grew up to understand: Compassion is a road to be traveled, which develops from within the vine of family love.  Sprouting its shoots as we travel down the different streets of life, we hope to gain the inner strengths that build our character of humility, long-suffering, endurance, spiritual goodness and a mildness of speech.  Stephono and I were a continuous work in progress often waylaid by our emotional state and a vain enemy. . ."justifiable pride."

Our mother's love helped us to translate compassion and concern for others into concrete action, and to not have an "I don't care" ideology in life.  She gave us the warmth of her love lifting us up with motherly compassion, showing us one of the secrets of life. . .happiness and joy.

When trouble wiggled its way into our sibling lives mother could be heard In a sweet yet authoritative voice: "Life isn't fair children even when you are compassionate and try hard."  How true rings the echo from days gone by as Stephono and I have allowed a breakdown and fracture of compassion for each other to be made brittle by time and distance. 

Ridiculous how we allowed a waterfall of misunderstandings and hurt feelings to be fired by our pride and a larva of building anger.  Neither of us willing to give into the other, neither of us willing to give of the compassion from our childhood, we had given so freely to others.

My brother Stephono was always a laid-back gentle soul, of soft-spoken wisdom and heart.  I on the other-hand to this day, feel the fire in my belly, grabbing life by its tail ready for a roller-coaster ride.  Both of us have been nurtured by the one person who can explicate the art of "caring," an emotionally sensitive mother, a counselor of love, of altruistic values and support, who if anything, gave too much of herself to so many. 

So how did Stephono and I get side tracked off the balanced road of life onto the side-street of broken compassion?  Pure stubbornness.  

Most of us preach a good talk, but when it comes down to enduring, we fall short.  So it is before Stephono's passing our heartfelt childhood compassion flowered once again into moments of laughter, and days filled with the joy of living.  Barriers melted away by a brother and sister's return to their childhood roots overriding the foolishness of the heart and adulthood.

Our children have seen our division and rebirth.  They have learned sometimes with difficulty, to climb out of their own skin into other's, channeling . . ."I see your need" into an unselfish act of moral awareness to impact the world and themselves.

I would like to believe Stephono and I have given our children the gift of being able to forgive themselves and others and not waste precious moments of life.  Whenever we give, we always feel its reward somewhere along the way, as "compassion road" curves, zig-zags and cuts into the road of life. 

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CeCe Day Hill, Copyright (c) 2009 - Jane Doe Chronicles, All Rights Reserved - 349 West Circle Dr., New Lenox, IL 60451 - (815) 485-4871 - Email:  janedoechronicles@comcast.net

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Inside the Raw Nature of a Man: "Do All Men Cheat"?

JDC Commentary:  Over 6,200 people have clicked their way to find out about the self-inflicted act of cheating and "Do All Men Cheat."  Whether one is curious, caught up in the web of cheating, or in a state of hurt and pain these are some of the reasons given why we run amok with our relationships. And, yes, it is a two-way street.  

Sadly, when a man cheats, he is temporarily getting away with something, but he is losing an integral part of himself and his character, that which makes him possess in a high degree, the qualities distinctive of manhood:  courage - enduring strength - moral fiber - integrity, and warmth of heart.

An ABC News poll and survey indicates, between 55-70 percent cheat at least once in a relationship.  Some are habitual cheaters.  The cheating act becomes a game of variety or arousal fueled by an interchange of promiscuous attitudes, ideas, dress, and unresolved baggage from the past.

More than one man has stated: Men cheat because they are inflamed with a sexual desire.  -- Stimulated by their own inadequacies, the fantasy challenge before them, the pure joy of the chase, revenge, or because they can.  When the ebb-tide of emotion is great they do not think rationally and become vulnerable to flattery and attention and buy into a romantic fling in order to feel alive again.

Cheating makes us a commodity, liken to a disposable paper plate.  One is used, enjoyed as a convenience of the moment, and then discarded.  We have served our temporary purpose.  Too often, realizing how comforting that moment of sensual gratification was, the cycle is perpetuated and one is on the prowl for a new plate of more addictive pleasures to quench a new palatable lust. 

What has happened to love, fidelity and commitment?  A shameful loss of morals and family values have been trampled by a self-centered societal attitude, lacking self-discipline, good judgment and high character traits.

Without excuses, we have to face the demon of our inner selves and misconstrued perceptions for the answer.  Many fall by the wayside because it's popular: Everybody's doing it.  Others never learned to fully trust in order to understand what it means to be in love.  Many don't know how to maintain a loving relationship, while others do not have the "guts."  

It's easier to cut and run into the unreal enticing destructive world of cheating. . .into a grown up play-land of human toys.  A world free of responsibility and pressure.  A world short-lived with serious consequences that only fuels the fires of discontent, making commitment more difficult with each indiscretion.

Somewhere along the way the piper must be paid!  What will be the price for sensual nights beneath the sheets?  Only a cheater can say.  Perhaps a "saga of guilt and pain and a lifetime of discontent."  And, that's the way it is. 

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CeCe Day Hill, Copyright (c) 2007 - Jane Doe Chronicles, All Rights Reserved - 349 West Circle Dr., New Lenox, IL 60451 - (815) 485-4871 - Email: janedoechronicles@comcast.net

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Will Text Messaging Kill You?

JDC PARENT'S LEGACY-COMMENTARY: With the use of modern technology, the need arises to not blindly make selective choices that prematurely change the course of one's life or others.

What does daily stress, hectic schedules and distractions have in common?  . . . One individual's actions of choice, the potential of an accident, premature death and a couple minutes of notoriety in the obituary column.

Our world is truly a wonder and marvel of the natural, and man-made technology.  In the covered wagon days, the strong-willed risk takes, the settlers of the West, would never have envisioned what we deem, the tools of modern day prosperity.  Things placed in plastic casings with chip memory capability to do just about anything, perhaps even future genius secretly able to rule the world.

Man too often forgets: it is the human element of an imperfect being, lack of experience, the stress of the times or just pure stupidity that changes the equation of how one's reaction to a situation can change the course of a life.

Why is it one bypasses common sense in lieu of expediency?  What can't wait?  In place of practicality we vie and cultivate patterns for the advantages of the here and now.  A self-imposed schizophrenia: "need it yesterday."

A recent fatal incident in the State of Illinois magnifies the consequences of a growing trend:  text messaging while driving . . .

Text messaging appears to have played a significant part in the death of five cheerleaders.  Teen girls marked by beauty that delights the senses.  Graduates with prized long hair, infectious smiles and an air of pride beaming back from the front page of a major newspaper.  Photographed visions of the fragile spirit of youth snuffed out like the wick of a candle.

A tragic loss of five women, whose personalities the world shall never get to know.  Mankind shall never envision what special gifts and talents they possessed, nor the contributions they may have made to the betterment of society.  Never shall they know the fulfillment of a bride's fantasy, or a house with a picked fence or the joy of birth and sleepless nights.  Gone forever is the dream:  to experience the wonderment of one man's love.

Somehow in a matter of seconds: a message was sent, replied to and in the course of those actions, the driver lost control and hit another vehicle.  Several seconds later, a call to 911 for help. . .woeful seconds of time recorded on modern technology and then - silence.

We are all someone's son or daughter.  We are a legacy to our parent's love, their instruction, guides both by word and example.  When our children complain, "they have heard it before," how can one assume they truly get it?  The fact that there would actually be severe consequences to their actions, floats obliviously through their brains.  Perceived as innocent nothings, low on the gage of importance.

Just hours before the accident, Sharon Montgomery a safety advocate interviewed on The Newsroom, Fox News indicated how serious and ever increasing the situation of cell phone and text messaging use while driving has become.  Presently there are only five states in the country that have restricted cell use and one restricting text messaging.  In the State of Illinois the only place where restrictions are in force is in the City of Chicago.

As adults do we need to be forced into restrictive practices?  Apparently with our precious children, we do.  Man has to find the happy medium between expediency and common sense so that anyone of us is not the next victim.  Like the issue of seat belts this too will require a mandated law unless man can better monitor himself.

If one refuses to let common sense guide them - what good is it?  Do we as a society wait for that knock at the door, opening it to a sinking feeling down to the pit of our stomach - the palpitation of a pounding heart - the instantaneous outcry of a loving mother as she sees before her two men in uniform, with badge numbers and holstered Billy clubs and the identifiable proud stance of an officer of peace?  . . . No Officer wants to be at that open door, but it is part of the job to not only protect, but to bear the ugly burden of notifying a parent of the loss of their dear child.

Is your life worth losing over a few minutes of delay?  Is it worth it to continue to breath and enjoy all that life has to offer, by pulling over for a few minutes to answer a cell phone or text a message?

What seems to be missing in the selective evaluation by individuals of why accidents and deaths happen is: "The perception that one can do more than one thing at a time while driving."  On the road the pressure mounts, distractions occur, delays and setbacks affect our psyche.  It only takes "one second" in time, to kill yourself or mangle your body forever and tear a family apart.  Are you willing to take that chance for "just" a few minutes saved?  . . . If you are ask yourself why?

How sharp or stupid can a driver be?  I guess Forest Gump in the movie says it quite eloquently: "Stupid is what stupid does."

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By: CeCe Day Hill, Copyright (c) 2007 - Jane Doe Chronicles, All Rights Reserved - 349 West Circle  Dr., - New Lenox, IL 60451 - (815) 485-4871 - Email: janedoechronicles@comcast.net

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"2008: Santa Replaces the Christmas Promise"

JDC OP-ED COMMENTARY: Santa has become the reason for the season. What ever happened to the greatest man who ever lived?

One way or another, we are all looking for something. This holiday season the airways are laden with tales of love and romance, jingles of music, scripted emotion and, a world of mystical fantasy, tinsel, holly and mistletoe.

Effortlessly, we are drawn into tales of the now and the past. Each one more amazing than another, inviting us into the colorful ambience's of what is termed the Christian Holiday Spirit. . .Christmas.

A time where fact and fiction intertwine for a few precious moments into the surreal and the make believe; mixed in a bubbling excitement that unravels the world in a pictured daze of cozy scenes with family and friends, feasts of floating aromas and every imaginable delicacy and flavorful confection.

In the midst of children's laughter and yuletide cheer, man finds the hopeful expectations of cultured traditions, and its phenomenon to uplift the heart, mind and spirit of all who participate, if but for a precious few days.

Willingly participating in the holiday rat race with all the hustle and bustle modern technology can come up with, transforming structures everywhere into a veritable wonderland of a pleasure-seeking world.

In the spirit of giving. . .people are clothed in superficial things, lavish celebration and hectic schedules heaped upon themselves in the spirit of Santa Claus and all the goodies that can be stuffed into a life, a home, a stocking and the holiday season.

I can envision the spirit of Christ as he once lay. . .a little innocent soul peering out at the world wrapped in cloth bands with twinkling eyes and a gurgling smile. His little hand reaching out, gently grabbing, while his spirit, a shining light of love floats from within the depths of his eyes brightening and uplifting the hearts of all who seek him out.

Amazingly, nowhere has one child, so touched the hearts of so many. Never has another child of promise appeared that has, and can change the destiny of the world. Christ the Prince of Peace who is LOVE and the fulfillment of all the fullness that God gives is put on the back burner, left as an after thought.

Why? For isn't that thing called love what we are all searching for? Fullness of life and the warmth of knowing we are loved, a demonstrated act of simple communication with the bounty of its spiritual fruit-age. Warm attachments and the feeling of belonging. A place called "home." That space in time in which we create cherished moments, and a place to thrive and share love in spite of our own failings and broken bonds. A place of peace and security where we don't have to prove anything, yet where we can be ourselves no strings attached. Where our dreams can abound to cultivate the greatest gift, the cycle of love that brings peace, and in turn brings the capability to forgive and go on.

From the Promised Seed: a little boy grew up willingly giving to the world the answers to all our problems in the secret of Love.

Remember that little Babe in swaddling born centuries ago. He continues to reach out to each of us. Not through the whirlwind fashion of the holiday season or the traditions of man, but by touching the heart, awakening something that may lay dormant waiting for the beating pulse of His child-like love to realign the heart with hope, uplift in forgiveness and guide us back to healing.

Is it too late to spread a little cheer and love to someone you may have written off, or a voice from the past that has pierced your human vulnerability? Is it too late to bring a little laughter and joy into the heart of a hurt child? Is it too late to share what little you may have with someone? Is it too late to say: "I'm sorry"? Is it too late to just plain forgive and start all over?

Is it too late to trade your love for His? I think not.

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By: CeCe Day Hill, Copyright (c) 2008 - Jane Doe Chronicles All Rights Reserved - 349 West Circle Dr., New Lenox, IL 60451 - (815) 485-4871 - Email: janedoechronicles@comcast.net

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Society: "Do You Stand Up for Yourself?"

JDC Commentary - How did your day go?  I'm getting battle fatigue just trying to get through the day.  The world has gone mad.

Are you feed up with road rage maniacs?  These hot rod junkies more than likely are going to save seven minutes of time in reaching their destination.  Most are adults with teens not too far behind.  It use to get my dander up, now I just ignore them, consider the source of stupidity and say a prayer that no one will get killed today. 

Maybe someone should put a banana or some sugar in their tail pipe to slow them down.  But that is mean.  My mechanic told me, it would cost a small fortune to repair the damage. Maybe the parents of some of these future adults should consider it.  Maybe the adults should think twice before ending up in their own piece of real estate and the Obit column of the latest newspaper. 

I can't forget the young rugged looking construction worker, someone's son, who laid on the horn, as if that's going to give one the ability to sprout wings on the car, ascend up like a helicopter and get going.  Better yet, the elitist of the road who motioned I should get moving, apparently right through the car ahead of me.  Oh yes, I had it big time . . . Mr. Cadillac horn blower must have wanted me to roll over a sweet elderly couple holding arm-in-arm crossing the intersection. 

As I started across the intersection, the little horned devil got to me, . . . as the train roared toward us,  I crossed and stopped, blocking "Mr. Jerk" on the tracks.  I wouldn't let anything happen to this idiot, but I figured maybe it would scare the "c--p" out of him. So, just maybe, he might think twice when he gets into his Cadillac or attempts to blow his horn again.  I hope he has seen the light of day and has become a better citizen driver.  Gut instinct tells me I'm kidding myself.  Some people never learn

I wanted to dine in piece, but: How about the server, who doesn't come back for refills, is crabby, or forgets the bread basket, or part of your meal?  Yet, is "johnny on the spot" with smiles and the check.  What a day. . . Again, I had it.  I left a two cent tip and let the owner of the restaurant know why I refused to tip.  "If your having a bad day, don't take it out on me.  After all this is your job, all I wanted was to each my lunch for which I would have left a nice tip."

I am now three quarters through my business day.  The women can be the worst in the supermarket racing for the checkout line, cutting in as if they were in the Indy 500.  Yes, I've had it . . . I was dignified, but I made such a diplomatic stink that the store opened a special line and checked me out.  I smiled and walked out while Ms. Indy was still waiting in line. 

Now why can't you find a sales person when you need one.  Or you get one that just won't leave you alone to shop in piece.    Oh for the piece of quiet nights and shopping on-line.

Now toward the end of my day, let's not forget the repair people.  Don't you just love it when they tell you they will be there and they either don't show up or do at a major time-frame difference screwing up what's left of your day?

What is the matter with people?  So much anger and thoughtlessness.  The devil is certainly working over time.  For he loves to create the state of utter confusion and we as imperfect humans are so willing to help. 

Where did all our childhood training go?  Beats me. 

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Author the Author:  CeCe Day Hill has writing experience spanning 18 years.  To review detailed Author profile - creative article writing - services available visit: www.janedoechronicles.typepad.com
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                                        CeCe Day Hill  Copyright (c) 2005-2008
                                      Jane Doe Chronicles - All Rights Reserved
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Credit Card Ratings: College Students and the Credit Card Crunch

JDC Insite - Don't mortgage your future with credit card debt!

The magical words and cry of collegiate independence: "I have a credit card."  Or so it is thought.  A college student's presumed freedom and excitement is wistfully dashed by reality, and credit card companies, who lure unsuspecting new card holders with a plethora of insignificant ploys and merchandise, such as hats. . .and short-term no interest student credit cards, even waiving past credit history.

It's the whirlwind desire for immediate self-gratification that weaves its web of debt throughout the College years as student's discretionary purchases total well over 53 billion per year with 79 percent ownership by the senior year according to Harris Interactive, a biannual survey of American college students.

College students tested in a Texas A&M University Study validate the fact: "recent high school graduates are not knowledgeable about every day financial matters."  . . . Are you one of the 32.5% who are?

Are you the type of person that can pay off your charges within 30 days?  If not, perhaps you should rethink the pros and cons of having a card until you understand the reality of the roller coaster ride you may be in for.

"Do you wish to emerge a degreed graduate with financial debt greater than a starting salary?"  If not, then learn to live without credit card dependency.  It's a training strategy to help assure a sound financial future.

What is your attitude about debt?  Is someone always bailing you out?  Are you banking on postgraduate earnings to pay everything off?

Don't make easy access to credit an issue in your life.  Use a credit card, as a tool, and it will serve you wisely.  Use it irresponsibly; it can destroy your future for as long as two decades.

Using a credit card to build a credit history is fine, but learn to pay charges off within 30 days.  Paying on time will open many credit doors when you need it most.  Otherwise, you will be penalized points off your credit rating worthiness. 

It may not mean much to you now, but when there's a house, car or a joint venture in your future, you may have difficulty getting a favorable interest rate if at all.  You may have to learn to live a life style far below that which you have envisioned as part of your goals in life.

Keep in mind: with any increased credit limit, do not charge up your account to the maximum ever.  Once you go over 50% of your limit you are automatically considered more of a risk.  You may find your interest rate rose, even though you have consecutively paid the amount due on time.  This is also true, if you have several credit cards.  While you are in college, build your credit worthiness using one card.

Using one card will allow you to have funds for emergencies and significant purchases.  You don't have to have it all now. . .  It is a matter of training one's thinking, which is the hardest issue to deal with, as students seem to be perpetually short of will, and short on funds.  Learning to prepare for the future and budgeting expenses, equates to: "preparation meeting expectation."

Educate yourself: don't tolerate, don't assume.  Don't let yourself become overwhelmed by accrued debt.  Don't put yourself in the position of filing bankruptcy, which follows you on your credit report for seven years.

Don't assume an interest rate of 10% to 22% is no big deal.  "Don't assume that short-term debt will be easily paid and is not a problem.  The situation is not temporary."  It is ever growing each month as interest is added and debt increased.  The addition of exorbitant late fees and a past due payment, now becomes doubled, and the revolving wheel of credit destruction begins.

Knowing what to do and doing it is critical in establishing and maintaining a good credit history, and graduating college with an impressive credit limit, most of which is readily available to help add to a bright future free of credit card debt.

Consider a prepaid credit card that can help establish a discipline of paying upfront.  One has the safety net of not overspending, while having the convenience of using the card and at the same time building credit. 

If you've got it all together use a debit card, which forces one to pay cash.  The danger is: if you don't know how to balance a checkbook, and keep good records, sack this idea.  With the questionable neatness of the average student, loss or theft is possible.  If you're a party animal, this definitely is a no-no.

Should you have a high interest rate card, transferring the balance to a lower rate card will help save money and get charges paid off sooner, especially one that gives you interest free time. -- You will be tempted to keep that high rate card.  Don't, it's trouble with a big T knocking at your door.  Cancel it and cut it up.

Bottom line, for a college student, there is no best credit card when one takes into account the interest rates currently start at 13.24%, ranging up to 22% on average.

If you must have a credit card, first check with the campus solicitors from credit card companies as to what you may expect after any introductory zero-rate period expires.

You can always consider the Wired Plastic Prepaid Visa Card with free credit builder and overdraft protection.  Visit:  http://www.collegestudentcreditcards.net/studentcreditcards.php?type=Lowlintrest

If you've established credit review:  The College Banking Package Offers at: USAA.com under the College Banking link.  Rates start at 7.75% currently to a high of 20%.  Credit approval is a prerequisite.

Credit is more than an entry on the right-hand side of a ledger.  The way one handles it defines the reality and truth of our trustworthiness in transactions.  It is the honorable reputation we build behind our name that opens the doors of opportunity in life, because we have discipline and have managed successfully.

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About the Author:  CeCe Day Hill has writing experience spanning 18 years, and is an entrepreneur.  To review detailed Author profile - creative article writing - services available visit:  http://www.janedoechronicles.typepad.com

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Resources:

*  Stephen, Avard, Edgar Manton, Donal English, Janet Walker - The Financial Knowledge of College Freshman, College Student Journal, Vol. 39, 2005, pg 1

*  Jill M Norvilitis, Phillip Santa Maria - Credit Card Debt on College Campuses: Causes, Consequences, and Solutions College Student Journal Vol. 36, 2002, pg 1

*  Credit.com  http://www.credit.com/products/credit_cards/student.jsp22J
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                                        CeCe Day Hill  Copyright (c) 2005-2008
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Society: Morality, Morality Wherefore Art Thou?

JDC Parent's Legacy: It is never too late to change.  You are marvelously made, and the world you want can be just a moral away.

Where has morality gone in this me-ism world of self-gratification, greed and lack of virtue in human conduct and practical living?  Down to the pit of evil, saith the soul, way beyond the help of theological doctrines into moral turpitude and the boggy marshes of a modern day Sodom and Gomorrah.  So what,  you say ... it's an acceptable norm?  What do you really think?

*  The four horsemen of the Apocalypse ride swiftly forward as the cultures of the world are pushing the envelope into a debauchery of corruption of fidelity from virtue, duty, and allegiances. The winds blow with every changing disloyalty, leading astray, disparaging through thoughtless comment or actions of rudeness and the promulgating of vulgarities.  Swiftly flows the corruption of character and principles at levels of government, commerce and interpersonal relationships debasing the quality and stability of life.

I see the face of a precious child cooing and gurgling, the twinkling eyes and growing curiosity of a youngster, and the innocence of a teen, who is sure to declare knowing it all.  -- Only to be perverted by no exception, to child pornography.  Sadly sending out a message that a child is sexual, a sickness and moral breakdown into obscene and vicious lust that keeps coming full circle.

I see as Oscar Handlin once said as referenced in Websters:  "the ballot box, corrupted, no longer recorded the voice of the       people."   Along with cover-ups and the deterioration of prestige and esteem, falls the loss of trust and honor and duty within the halls of government.

I see the deleterious ... inebriated, tipsy and the intoxicated in every stage and degree...no longer conscious of emotions or side effects in the loss of moral judgment and leadership beating down the family unit and gradually cracking relationships into broken homes.  Sadly, I remember a book on my shelf from the l970s...America an Alcoholic Republic.

I see the flamboyant lust of excessive desire.  The loss of the soundness of thinking, and commitment of the purity of relationships...a modern day romantic liberalism.  Bathed in a pleasure seeking hot-to-trot, harmful and ludicrous act of permissiveness.  A societal condoning through promiscuous reasoning and loss of the guts of morality.

I see the loss of respect, courtesies and considerations motivated by a vast array of unresolved issues, inner anger, bias, proprieties and self-motivated  interests.   In many cases we have lost our ability to be "decent" in our behavioral patterns and in keeping the character and goodness of our childhood. -- We have lost our way like the spiraling tail of a tornado, lashing out, whipping about and destroying whatever gets in its way.  Leaving the destruction created with no remorse to be repeated when the next occasion arises. 

Louis Bromfield was made a reference in the Webster's New International Dictionary about being in love..."haven't you ever been in love, so that nothing else in the world matters at all?"

*  To "love," with that much intensity requires a selfless commitment.  Yet, the four horsemen continue to ride, as love, that ardent and tender affection, or the enamored devotion of young love or the reverent adoration for a higher being God is cooling.  --  One cannot hate if one has known love and practices love.   As the good book says: What has good to do with evil?   It doesn't.  It is what we have to do with evil that changes the equation, because of what we do or don't do when we should.

Alas, are we in the critical times foretold for the last days of this system?  Are we becoming an unbelieving mankind and ungodly?  -- Lo and behold: Are we the generations in the last days . . .? 

In 2 Timothy 3: 1-5 - "Know this, that in the last days critical times hard to deal with will be here.  For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, self-assuming, haughty, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, disloyal, having no natural affection, not open to any agreement, slanderers, without self-control, fierce, without love of goodness, betrayers, headstrong, puffed up with pride, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godly devotion but proving false to its power; and from these turn away." 

Somehow in the course of living life, we can forget that no matter what we have done, it is never too late to reach out to God.  ... Humbly ask and you shall receive His love, help and the piecing together of the tattered walls of a life and the fractured world in which you may live.  ... The grace of God is greater than any man can envision or comprehend.  Just give Him a chance...for God is LOVE, and He knows how to give it to you his precious child! 

Sometimes we travel the path of life trying to do it all ourself and when we can't we lose direction.  We forget who is really in charge, God.   Awaken the heart and find love demonstrated by an act of obedience, which is an expression of faith.   It is the blessings from those steps taken, that we equate as, the little miracles in life that God bestows upon us, restoring us, strengthening our ability to cope and succeed in life, not to mention those wonderful extras.

Love given away always comes back two-fold.  For love is the morality and home of the heart and soul.  It's the real magic in our lives. "God is love and . . .we love, because he first loved us."  1 John 4:8, 16, 19

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