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Name: Kimmie
Birthday: 2/2/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: Church,Hanging out with my buddies,Listning to music,Reading,Playing the guitar, flute, Piano,I love to dance all the time, I was on on my schools dance team (Gadets) last year and am a Captian this year,and also I was on on a dance compotition team (Blue heat), which I am on this year to,and I have been taking dance lessons for 3 years (Hip hop, Tap, Jazz, and I did do Ballet and Point for a little while) I love being CRAZY, music, randomniss, acting like a foo, batman, spiderwomen, playing the Guitar makes me really happy, My fav. sound is the sound the guitar makes when you scratch your fingernail on it :D I love it, spagetti, I love to swim, Jumping on the bed, having sparrow fight with my good friend molly, watching movies that I will never understand, I guess you can say that I get confused VERY easily, reading, jumping off cliffs,well no not really but if I ever did that would be something I would like to do,Rock climming, I also want to swim with a dolphin
Expertise: DANCE...hahaha I wish.....uh hu......yeah
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
MSN: dancer_4_life_90@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  k_ice_90@yahoo.com
Member Since:
4/6/2005
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| Her hair up in a pony tail,
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why, the kids might not understand
If she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates,
on this Daddy's Day.
But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school,
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees,
A dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called,
A student from the class
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them were searching
For a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
She heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
Another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her,
As she smiled at her friends
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to begin.
And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.
"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be
With me on this day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know
All about my daddy
And how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories,
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing all alone.
'Cause my daddy's always with me,
Even though we are apart.
I know because he told me,
He'll forever be here in my heart."
With that her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat
Beneath her favorite dress.
From somewhere in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.
She stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life,
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.
When she dropped her hand back down
Staring straight into the crowd,
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much,
He's my shining star.
If he could he'd be here,
But heaven's just too far.
Sometimes when I close my eyes,
It's like he never went away."
Then she closed her eyes
And saw him there that day.
To her mother's amazement,
She witnessed with surprise
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for a second
They saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy,"
To the silence she called out.
What happened next made believers
Of those once filled with doubt.
No one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there placed on her desktop,
Was a beautiful fragrant pink rose.
A child was blessed, if only a moment,
By the love of her shining bright star
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too FAR. | | |
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Shawn McDonald: Don't walk away
And when I look into your eyes
I see the hurt and the confusion
The pain as it rolls down your face
And the questions in your mind
And I know, 'cause I've been there
Yes, I know, 'cause I've been there, time and time again
And don't you walk, don't you walk away
'Cause He will never desert you
He'll never let you down
Don't walk away from Him, no, no, no, no, no
You're always telling me that you don't need to change
That you're fine with who you are
When I look at you, I see you filling your life with all that you can find
Hoping and wishing this world can bring you
A little peace of mind
Well, stop looking, 'cause He's right in front of your eyes
'Cause He will never give up on you today
No, don't walk away
'Cause He'll never let you go
No, no, no, no
Don't walk away
Don't walk away
'Cause He'll never let you go today
Don't walk away from Him | | |
| "I was wondering the other day, why is it that we turn pop figures into idols? I have a theory, of course. I think we have this need to be cool, that there is this undercurrent in society that says some people are cool and some people aren't. And it is very, very important that we are cool. So, when we find somebody who is cool on television or on the radio, we associate ourselves with this person to feel valid ourselves. And the problem I have with this is that we rarely know what the person believes whom we are associating ourselves with. The problem with this is that it indicates there is less value in what people believe, what they stand for; it only matters that they are cool. In other words who cares what I believe about life, I only care that I am cool. Because in the end, the undercurrent running through culture is not giving people value based upon what they believe and what they are doing to aid society, the undercurrent is deciding their value based upon whether or not they are cool...
...Gandhi believed Jesus when He said to turn the other cheek. Gandhi brought down the British Empire, deeply injured the caste system, and changed the world. Mother Teresa believed Jesus when He said everybody was priceless, even the ugly ones, the smelly ones, and mother Teresa changed the world by showing them that a human being can be selfless. Peter finally believed the gospel after he got yelled at by Paul. Peter and Paul changed the world by starting small churches in godless towns.
Eminem believes he is a better rapper than the other rappers. Profound. Let's all follow Eminem...
...The trouble with deep belief is that it costs something. And there is something inside me, some selfish beast of a subtle thing that doesn't like truth at all because it carries responsibility, and if I actually believe these things I have to do something about them. It is so, so cumbersome to believe anything. And it isn't cool... The problem with Christian belief - and I mean real Christian belief, the belief that there is a God and a devil and a heaven and a hell - is that it is not a fashionable thing to believe...
...Dying for something is easy because it is associated with glory. Living for something... is the hard thing. Living for something extends beyond fashion, glory, or recognition. We live for what we believe...
...Here is the trick, and here is my point. Satan, who I believe exists as much as I believe Jesus exists, wants us to believe meaningless things for meaningless reasons. Can you imagine if Christians actually believed that God was trying to rescue us from the pit of our own self-addiction? Can you imagine? Can you imagine what Americans would do if they understood over half the world was living in poverty?
The problem with Christian belief, I mean real Christian belief, the belief that there is a God and a devil and a heaven and a hell, is that it is not a fashionable thing to believe.
If you believe something, passionately, people will follow you because they think you know something they don't, some clue to the meaning of the universe. Passion is tricky though, because it can point to nothing as easily as it can point to something. If a rapper is passionately rapping about how great his rap is, his passion is pointing to nothing. He isn't helping anything. His beliefs are self-serving and shallow. If a rapper, however, is rapping about his community, about oppression and injustice, then he is passionate about a message, something outside himself. What people believe is important. What people believe is more important than how they look, what their skills are, or their degree of passion. Passion about nothing is like pouring gasoline in a car without wheels. It isn't going to lead anybody anywhere.
Tony asked me one time if there was anything I would die for. I had to think about it for a long time, and even after thinking about it for a couple of days I had a short list. In the end, there werent many principles I would die for. I would die for the gospel because I think it is the only revolutionary idea known to man. I would die for penny, for laura, for tony. I would die for rick. Andrew would say that dying for something is easy because it is associated with glory. Living for something, Andrew would say, is the hard thing. Living for something extends beyond fashion, glory, or recognition. We live for what we believe.
If he's right, if I live what I believe, then I don't believe very many noble things. My life testifies that the first thing I believe is that I am the most important person in the world. My life testifies to this because I care more about my food and shelter and happiness than about anything else.
I am learning to believe better things. I am learning that other people exist, that fashion is not truth; rather, Jesus is the most important figure in history, and the gospel is the most powerful force in the universe. I am learning not to be passionate about empty things, but to cultivate passion for justice, grace, truth, and communicate the idea that Jesus likes people and even loves them.
*I thought this was a really cool e-mail that I recieved so I thought I would share it with all you wonderful people!* | | |
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