The Missing

Recently, there was a family of four who received the most terrible news anyone could get; the fifth member was gone. Miss Somer Thompson, age seven, was walking home with her older sister and twin brother. They had a fight and Somer ran ahead, but she was never seen again. For two days, the police searched for the missing child until one detective found a body in a landfill. The body was taken to a research lab, where scientists confirmed that body of little miss Somer. One unfortunate police officer then called up the Tompsan family and told them the grave news. Somer lives in my heart, but is she in yours?
Why do people insist on hurting others? Even the smallest of neighborhoods now a days can be the most dangerous. I live in a very small town with two registered sex offenders as residents. I mean, what sick bastard kidnaps poor, innocent children? What have they ever done to you? Only a few majority of the innocent children who are kidnapped live. One girl in particular, I cannot think of her name, but she was kidnapped at just the age of eleven. The police did not find her until eighteen years later. That one lucky girl survived eighteen years of captivity, while single-handily raising the two daughters that she had with her captor.
It makes me vomit to think about all of those poor children who had to go through that. Most of them are raped, which is just terrible! Some jerk out there enjoys raping eight-year-old! Then, just for fun, they kill them. Right now, I'll be honest with you, I am crying. Just thinking about those millions of children in the world who are forced to go through this, and those who don't make it back home.
I have very vivid dreams. I dream about everyday subjects, and they always feel real. Just a few nights ago, I dreamt that I was a little girl, about ten, who was walking home from school in a town I do not know of. A car pulled up to me. A man said, "Hey, I have some candy for you, it's here in my car." I continued walking, and the stranger continued talking to me. After a while, he gave up, got out of his car, grabbed me, then pulled me into his car. He quickly drove me back to a house that must have been his. I was kept in a very small room with nothing but a bed, not even a window. I was kept that way for two weeks. Then, the last part of my dream, the man came into the room with a gun. He aimed it at my head, I was paralyzed by fear, slowly, he pulled the trigger, than I woke up.
This dream felt all too real. I think that God gives me these dreams to show me what it feels like to be in someone else's shoes, whether it is pleasant or not. Now, I know what it feels like to be kidnapped, and killed. It is not pleasant, I tell you.
What we as people can do to prevent it is keep our children safe from any harm. If we see any suspicious acts around your neighborhood, check it out. Go up there, maybe do a little eavesdropping. If it's something dangerous, alert the authorities. If you see someone who was reported missing, call the police.
Just the smallest things to keep our planet safe for our children.

Please remember Miss Somer Thompsan, the poor girl who died at the age of seven. An entire life was taken away from her. The grieving family has witnessed a great loss.

I welcome you in my heart, Somer...

Dreams to Reality

What I don't understand is people who decide that it's okay to try to "bring people into reality" but telling them that they're no good. I mean, I've had so many people come up to me after a play or a talent show or something and say, "Enjoy it while it lasts. One day, you're not going to be a famous actress or singer. All you'll be is little girl, and that's all." I've actually had adults say that to me. Honestly, it tore me to shreds. Can you imagine being a nine-year-old girl and having someone tell you that you're dreams are just that; dreams.
If you expect to have children running our world someday when they're older, you have to make sure that they know what they're going to do when they do take over. I am now sixteen, and there are still a few people who constantly tell me that there is no way I'm going to get to Hollywood. It just sickens me that we live in a world where adults aren't supportive of our youth.
Why are people so cruel? Why can't we all just get along and accept the facts that some people have dreams that may be way out there, but they still may be reality, if we help that person achieve that dream.
Believe in your friends, you family, or face book contacts, all those people that you know. You never know if one day, they'll all be famous, and they may not remember you because you just sat on the side lines and watched them instead of being a friend and helping...

Believe...

Truth or Dare?

I've found that there are a lot of people who lie, but there are always those people who think that it's best to always tell the truth. Both of these things are wrong, for both of these things end up hurting people.

If you lie, then, eventually, that lie will be back fire. If you tell your son that you're going to be able to make it to his soccer game, even though you know that you have a big meeting that you just can't miss. Your son has faith that you're going to be there, but his poor, tiny, adolescent heart his broken when he sees that his father not in the stands. Or if your wife asks you if her new dress makes her look fat. Of course, any husband would say, "No, you look great honey" even though she does look a little chunky. If you lie, somehow, no matter what, someone always finds out the truth, and their hearts are broken. If you get home late one night, and your husband asks you where you were, and you say, "I was just out at the grociery store. They didn't have what I wanted, so I'll have to go back in a week or so" when really, you were out sleeping with his best friend. Eventually, lying hurts the person you lied to and you.

But, telling the truth isn't always the best thing, either. If, once again, your wife asks you if her new dress makes her look fat, you don't just say, "Yeah, you look big in that dress," even if it is the truth. You could say something like, "Just a little, but not too much. Besides, no matter how big one silly little dress makes you look, nothing can ever hide your beautiful smile." Than, everyone's happy! If a friend asks you to go shopping, you don't just say, "No, I don't want to go shopping with you. You're too slow when it comes to shopping. You can take forever just on one pair of shoes!" Instead, maybe say, "Sorry, but I just don't feel like shopping. Thanks for the offer anyway."

So, really what I'm saying is; Lying is okay, but just not all the time. Just a tiny little lie can go a long way in any direction, mostly one that leads right of the side of a cliff. Occasionaly, that little lie will sometimes take you to the peak of the mountain, but you just might fall off of the top at some point.

PEACE OUT!!