
I am angry…
…because we should give free -used or new- computers and laptops to kids of low-income families, so every kid has access to its online classroom
…because my friend has filed for unemployment five weeks ago, and still hasn’t seen a dime

I am angry…
…because we should give free -used or new- computers and laptops to kids of low-income families, so every kid has access to its online classroom
…because my friend has filed for unemployment five weeks ago, and still hasn’t seen a dime

I fearfully opened the news today. I didn’t want to, but how can I not read up on it? How can I stay informed, without walking through the slumps of headlines?

One more commercial of a politician of either side, pointing finger at their opponent, listing what the other side did wrong, instead of telling me what they actually stand for themselves- and I will scream like a little girl.
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Last night I made an audience laugh with just a few words. I couldn’t help it, the speaker had asked for it -I just obeyed.
Sarcasm. How it is feared and how it is loved. It can be a dangerous weapon and in the wrong hands it can bring destruction but used with care, it can bring laughter.

Sometimes I come across an article or a story that doesn’t leave me alone. People I don’t know -and never will know- are all of a sudden on my mind for days.
Fear is powerful beyond measure. When we are afraid we pull back. I hope I will go to bed tonight without any fear of tomorrow.

I hurt a kid when I was a little girl. I had said some ugly things in anger, and it made me feel bad later that day when I was back at home. The girl had been mean first -that was my excuse- but still I didn’t feel good about it. I shouldn’t have said the things I said.
I lost a friend, a very good friend; just heard about it before Christmas. No, let me rephrase this. I lost one of my best friends, she died and I didn’t even know about it. I didn’t know about it, because we weren’t talking.
Not often, but sometimes idealistic people will step in the ring and fight against the cold, cruel world and land a knock-out, personally I wish it would happen more often.
Understanding the UK after the London Attack
Today, I read an article about the terror attack in London and one of the comments, written by a reader from Great Britain, left me with the need to apologize to him and to the rest of the world.
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