My blogs and why I write them

I write these blogs to encourage, to help people who suffer from issues I do, to bring hope to some who feel alone and to share stories and talk to fellow bloggers. I write a variety of things from quotes, thoughts on life, issues with panic and anxiety, stories, poems and more. I also share my photography and artwork that i do as part of my headline.

I hope it does help some and encourage. I hope others enjoy the poems, stories and thoughts. I also hope the art and photography brings a smile to some people. So, that is why I blog and I try to read as much as i can from my fellow bloggers, like and share some of the the things I like and although i may not always reply, I am reading. 🙂 Have a great day!

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A Zombie world day 2

Now 36, she was used to all kids of weird things happening but the rat attacking her had put a really bad taste to her day. However, it would only be later that she realized how blessed she truly was. The Journalist, Ronald Simp, went home, got his wife Maurita, a teacher at the local school and had her take him to the hospital. He was treated and released after being given a rabies vaccine until he could go back and try and find the rat. Until then he would have to come back for rabies treatment.

 

The time of infection was different for each person. The nurse, Andrina, was infected when Ronald’s open wound got on a cut she had that had not fully healed and she was often absent minded about putting on her surgical gloves with patients. It took 3 hours before she began running a high fever. She was going to call off and go home but the hospital was filling up with sick patients and she had never seen so many at once so she decided to stay. Andrina worked, attended to patients and passed along the infection to some who might have survived but she was coughing and it in turn infected them, most of whom were not immune. Neither was she. When the infection finally affected her, she was helping a doctor stitch a wound while he checked two other patients, and the heat came on. Within minutes, she had attacked the Doctor.

 

Ronald Simp, the Journalist, took 7 hours and while having relations with his wife, bit her on the neck but since this was not unusual in their routine, she just thought he bit a little harder than usual. While she was at school the next day, her husband became fully infected and was the first in his neighborhood to attack someone when he was brought a mail delivery. The mail carrier, Richard Townsley, was bored and hot, waiting for someone to answer the door. It was his last delivery for the day and he was tired and at 300 lbs. sweating profusely. He hated the job but it paid good so he kept it. He was strumming his fingers on the box he was delivering when the man opened the door.

 

Richard stepped back without realizing it when he saw the mans crazed look and his eyes that were red and a dark purplish color on the pupils. He was about to drop the box and run when the man grabbed him and ripped his throat open with his teeth and then drank the sprouting blood. Ronald then ran out of the house, looking for fresh blood. As for Mack Buyer, he was immune but not fully.. He was now a carrier for as long as he had a fever. When his fever let up his immunity would kick in.

 

 

Quote for the day

I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I feel and I cry.

I know you feel the same things too,

So we are not really that different- me and you.

It’s okay to cry sometimes.

We build walls around our lives and our hearts but sometimes it is okay to cry. Sometimes our hearts need the release of just letting it all out and letting it go. We live in a beautiful but harsh world where it seems to make you appear weak if you cry but you are not. You are strong and crying is an emotion of strength.

We have to face so many battles and obstacles that it can be a heavy load to bear and to constantly smile through it all, well kudos to those who can. I am just too human and open for all of that. I am strong willed, determined, but man, sometimes i just have to let it all out and have a good cry.

I feel such a release after. I pray, I live right the best I can, I try to do right by others, I pick my battles but life can be tough. So I just hope there are others like me who know that at times, a good old fashioned cry down is the cure for healing.

It is beautiful and yet ugly. Life

Life can be so beautiful and yet so ugly.

Love, happiness, babies. marriage, friendship, family,adoption, playing, running, adventures, prayers, reading, painting, writing, flowers, trees, the four seasons, the pureness of snow, the laughter of a child.

Bills, stress, death of a child, burdens, anxiety, hatred, racism, divorce, affairs, riots, abuse of children and women, burning our flag, killing, using people, destroying.

Something so beautiful and yet so ugly

Life is like a bowl of prunes. Sometimes.

You know sometimes, life is like a bowl of prunes . You get to the point that everything seems just shriveled and out of whack.You often do what you can, when you can. Then it just gets to where you don’t understand people, things and so much more.

So, Pluck out the prunes and find the cherries and enjoy the savory juice of it all. Then when the prunes are gone you are surrounded by stunning red cherries. Just a thought for the day.

My random quote

Life is like a busted sewage system sometimes. The more honest you are, the more crap you have to clean up.