If you are thinking of traveling to San Francisco or have never taken the Bart for fear of other strangers. Here are a few rules that are not posted on the BART trains. Click on each video one by one.
Care full who you stare at.
Don't pull out your little friend, or if your the one being flagged down; go to another car.
If you see a fight don't get involved.
Leave it to the BART COPS
...and if you get on the car with the puppet gang? Don't be scared. They might just want to share their love with you.
I hope this is helpful so that you may have a wonderful experience while on your travels.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
The kindness of a stranger is simply an amazing and touching moment.
Here is an email that Debbie, an Itchmo reader, wrote about the story of a child’s letter to God about her dog, Abbey, who had passed away and what happened after she sent the letter:
Our 14-year-old-dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could, so she dictated these words:
Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her. You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
Love, Meredith.
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, “To Meredith” in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, “When a Pet Dies.” Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope.
On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
"Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven.
Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.
Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.
Love,
God
According to the San-Antonio Express-News, this story is true and it really did happen to the Scrivener family in August 2006.
Meredith’s mother said that the book and the letter comforted her daughter over the loss of Abbey. Meredith’s mother was tempted to go to the post office and see who sent the letter, but she decided against it. She kind of didn’t want to know who did it and said it was simply the work of an angel.
Our 14-year-old-dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could, so she dictated these words:
Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her. You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
Love, Meredith.
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, “To Meredith” in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, “When a Pet Dies.” Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope.
On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
"Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven.
Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.
Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.
Love,
God
According to the San-Antonio Express-News, this story is true and it really did happen to the Scrivener family in August 2006.
Meredith’s mother said that the book and the letter comforted her daughter over the loss of Abbey. Meredith’s mother was tempted to go to the post office and see who sent the letter, but she decided against it. She kind of didn’t want to know who did it and said it was simply the work of an angel.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
You pay no attention to me
You hunt like an animal in the dead of night
A consent urge to feed your appetite.
What is he going to give you when it's all said and done?
The red light goes out.
It's replaced by a soft candle light.
I call to you.
Who will hold you while you sleep tonight?
But you don't care, you pay no attention to me.
You said to me I should explore the world.
I say it's greed that drives that kind of life.
What happened to all the true love.
If you make a wrong turn who's shoulder will that fall on.
So you pick a nice guy.
You turn down for the night.
Your hearts beat fast as your body's slow down.
I wounder if I am wasting my precious time.
The candle light goes out.
It's replaced by glow of the night.
I call for you.
Who will stay to watch the sun rise?
But you don't care, you pay no attention to me.
The dark fades out by the warm sun light.
It warms my smile, giving me piece of mind.
Come on, come on and pay attention to me.
By DHR Torres
New Years Hype
New years to me is just a bunch of Hype. Yes it is the time for a new start for the whole world, but most people take this day to put their best foot forward towards a personal goal. I don't do that for new years. I keep those personal goals for my birthday, because I know that it means so much more. So why be like every body else and have a New Years resolution. I say you have a birthday resolution. So by your next birthday you feel so much better about what you have accomplished from your last birthday.
What is was my birthday resolution you ask? Well it's to make it to "So yo u think you can dance" before I'm 25. I'm thinking that they do not want an old Spanish boy after that age. I really don't know or want to know what the cut off age is. What if it not 25 what if it's 27? The reasoning behind that is that I know my self; once I know what the age limit is I know I will not work hard. Procrastination is the enemy here. The good thing is that I damn near look like I might still be 19. So if I don't make it I can at least try again.
Theres always Love that I would like to audition for .
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