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Would it not put fear in your heart to know you could only talk to your mother or father through an interpreter? Wrong is wrong, and right is right! Most of us are guilty of wrong, but our story is not over. Some can walk upright and praise his name but still be sick in the spirit. I can only imagine the fear of knowing you can only talk to the Creator through an interpreter. I could not bring myself to bear witness to such an atrocity. Though I must admit, if that is what helps you to understand the blessings of heaven, then so be it. Love is love, no matter the language, and so shall hate be the same. No. It's truly hard for them to see tomorrow's sun shining through. They know at any moment the raft of Christ shall return. They must get as many soldiers as possible to fight for these times. They are strong enough to say it is a brighter tomorrow, but we are reaching because we live in dark times. They are quick to tell those they seek to bring to Christ that you must remain steadfast; we can only help you by doing things our way, with prayer. We all know they weren't always at this point where Christ's soldiers worship them and bless them with cars and expensive jewelry. It took time and work for them to receive all these gifts from people. What reason does a man of God have to give the blessings he or she receives back to the people of God? They earned those treasures by speaking God's word. No; we all get it and accept it. The silence has nuzzled its way in with torture that can only be described from aggregated accounts, such as the sodomy of a child, blatant discriminatory acts, as well as the need to legally facilitate poverty in the streets of God-blessed America. We do understand the need for pertinent obligations overseas; for a senator's pay increase, not to mention vacation; for prior commitments; or even for good old-fashioned threats to the solvency of our nation.

I am a 32 year old male from newport news, va. I am the oldest of my mother four children. I am the second oldest of my father's four children. I believed i was the oldest of my dad children until i turn 31 years old. Doctors told me I would never be able to function in society again at the age of 22 years old. I conquered my medical condition and have two beautiful children now of my own. Farrah is 2 years old and Tyrese is 4 months. The story is not over for me it has only begun. I feel more alive then ever.