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In Thanksgiving (August 25, 2018) This is the day the Lord has made! Almost did not make it, got scared. Was it acid reflux, causing chest cramps Last night, giving me the goose bumps? Thirty three years in my life of bonus time Seeking meaning, fulfillment, reason and rhyme. In life with a cervical spine injury in constant pain Rendered frail and weak, and future very uncertain. But on this day even my security deposits are asked of me To the very last, I had to give. Is my God simply crazy? Now that I have nothing, I am open to EVERYTHING! “In weakness, Power reaches perfection!” Worth experiencing. This day is blessed with family and friends who greeted and prayed The Lord gives and takes away, Blessed be the Name of the Lord! Epilogue: “ 'Til the end of my days, O Lord, I will bless your Name. Sing your praise, give You thanks, all my days. ”

T here are only two reasons why I used Facebook. First, to talk to my brother who is based abroad. Second, to talk to my sister who is also abroad. The other one is to promote this website. However, I found out that the content of the website had already been embedded in the Internet. I had actually changed the title of the website to just Inspires but the web still uses the old one. So, I do not really see the point of keeping Facebook.

Kintsugi (金継ぎ, "golden joinery"), also known as Kintsukuroi (金繕い, "golden repair"), is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum, a method similar to the maki-e technique. As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.  *edited from Wikipedia Well, I guess you came to the right place. I am a living testimony of having forgiven and being forgiven. You lost your faith in humanity? Well, I lost my faith in humanity as well. However, I never lost my Faith in God. You suffered? Well, I suffered but I am not blameless, He suffered and yet He has no sin. You keep isolating yourself from people. You always go the other way. You purposely cut people off of your life.  You built a wall. Well, congratulations, it took courage to do what you have done. I know why you did all those things.

It's cold there. Freezing. When you speak a mist goes with each word. I'm an old man. I've known for so long. I had been perennially waiting. Because I knew it's worth the wait. To hold on. Because it's pristine there. I'm blessed because I had a glimpse of it. Take my word for it the opposite of it you don't want to go down there. A friend of mine told me it's scorching and pungent there. They hate each other there. But, there, the one I told you about... It's sheer magnificence. It's sheer gladness. It's pure joy. And, it's pure love. I am going there today. And, I hope you could make it there someday as well. My name is Mr. Snow. I am your Guardian Angel. photo credit: Neil. Moralee Snow Men 6 via photopin (license) License: (license)

Ascension Press  and  Ascension Presents   in collaboration with  Inspires   give you this riveting magnum opus.‎.. Condensed Reflection by James Z. Carpio First of all, while growing up in our family we were taught basic courtesy or good manners and right conduct. Even before Kindergarten, we were instructed to greet the elders, most especially, "Good Morning, Good Afternoon or Good Evening". To say please and myriad other pleasantries like, "May I have some more vegetables please." instead of just saying, "I want more vegetables." at the dining table. Furthermore, Father Mike mentioned about using the knife and fork, I smiled a little bit because I remember when it comes to table manners there are other utensils that I had to learn how and when to use like the soup spoon, the salad fork, the steak fork, and the dessert spoon. I remember a tip about it that I should always use the utensils at the outermost setting and work m

After being disowned by my own people who told me almost at the top of their voices that I am not a Filipino, I realised that I am a citizen of the world. A world created by God, my Master and no one else. I have written my piece and I am afraid I have reached the end of the line. We went through ups and downs and twists and turns, uphills and downhills, you name it we have seen them all. I showed you my broken soul and how God mended me. I shall leave with triumph that I had accomplished my mission. My tour of duty has expired. And I am glad. Each day I am grateful for God's Grace and awe-inspiring works of wonders. It  is funny that I never dreamed of all of these. Remember of faith and hope. Cultivate them. Keep them in your heart. My name will be gone into oblivion. But if we see each other in Heaven I hope you would know my name. I was the writer who rooted for you that against all odds I showed you that we could and can survive. Th

Two multi-millionairesses, a multi-millionaire, a priest and a friend from the wonder years. I read somewhere that you become the people you hang out with the most. Those are my friends. It is my line that I do not have any friend. Of course, all of us have friends. Not only that but I have a huge clan. I do have a prolific network of writers as Facebook connections. If I have readers who tell me they are fans, I treat them as friends. However, I prefer to be alone when I am in public.  I enjoy it. I always walk along the narrow streets of our city. I talked to a cashier one morning and she vividly tells me that she sees me going to the coffee shops along the main avenue most of the time. I used to go to a nearby gym everyday for a period in my life. When I was on the treadmill all I saw was the hotel pool. It was so boring. People do not realise it but I am actually exercising. Walking is the best form of exercise. I am addicted

I watched the news on TV last night. A girl, accidentally, drowned in the river. I wished I drowned in the river instead of her. I gave up on my life early on in my life. This is my case. You know who I am. I am 43 years old. My sexual orientation is straight. I am single but I am never ever getting married. I do not have any friends. But, I do have a family. I have a disability which is a mood disorder called Bipolar Mood Disorder. I came out of the mental facility just as I celebrated my birthday on April 30th. My doctor told me that it was not my fault that I was in there. It was the bullies in my life. They are millions. I survived. The stench of human excrement. The prison bars. My doctor told me that it was not my fault that I was in there. Yes evil does exist in this world and they are aplenty. I never fought back. I was never angry. I was even happy. My doctor told me that it was not my fault that