Author: Stephen King
Year: 1982
“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”

What are you waiting for? What do you need? How can I help?

I'm not feeling well today. Spending so much time trying to communicate and comprise takes a toll on me. So many miscommunications. So much argument. So much stress. I need a nap. I need peace. If only I was strong enough to find peace within myself.

My sister asked for back the blue car decal. I am strictly prohibited from making any affiliation to LEOS. I told her it was too dangerous right now. She says she likes to live on the edge. It's a sad state when you can't publicly support what peace officers stand for.

Our country is being manipulated. The weak and uneducated our being recruited to act violently and bathe in hate. There is a target and it's on my family.

I know who started this. The same man who attends a memorial for men that gave their lives to protect him and his ppl and used the time to push his agenda. During his speech he took the time to remind us how racist we all are. Or how racist our country is.

Hilary says we shld put ourselves in the shoes of black ppl who when sending their kids out in the world every day fear for the lives from police.

They are both right. Ppl are scared for their children and our country is divided by race and uniform. I have seen and personally experienced racism. I was too white amongst my Mexican friends and too brown for the ones who were never around us. I don't stand in my box and spew hate and play the victim. I didnt give up and blame others.

I remeber walking through the quad at SWT and there was some Godly man preaching his word or an occasional race baiter standing in front of a crowd of listeners complaining, preaching negativity about all the wrong there is. How miserable life is. And fester hate like a plague to the lazy and fearful and weak.

Just stop already. HOW ARE WE GOING TO FIX IT? What can we do to change it for the BETTER? Start loving and working and trying to make it better. To make yourself better. To show everyone around you how to love and hand respect.

i bet if you start caring for your appearance, speak respectfully, obeying the law, working hard, doing what's asked, stop fighting and resisting arrest, drop the weapon.... there will no longer be a need for weapons.

tI love the way she loves all living things especially animals. She says she wants to be a Veterinarian or Marine Biologist so she can study mermaids. I just love her. #snailsnameisShelly #DrAdalin

i just can't! I can't watch the news. I can't understand why ppl think they know when they don't. I am afraid for my girls. I don't want them to hurt bc some crazy criminal blames every man and woman in uniform. I can't think of what might happen. I can't listen to ppl I call friends make ignorant assumptions based in videos streamed on FB and info spread by media. I can't stop crying over the hate spreading like a virus. I'm out. You will not find me in FB. You will not find me here. I'm done. I can't anymore. I can't be a part of it any longer.