James Blunt , Stand Up to Cancer.

James has said it all so let’s kick Cancers Arse!

Throwback Thursday #7 School Daze.

Throwback Thursday Memory Blog

Caution this is not a fun blog post but it’s a true one from my heart.

Maggie is our hostess this week as she alternates with Lauren for the Throwback Thursday/ I Remember When series. 
This week’s prompt is: School Memories – Take this prompt wherever it leads you. Here are some suggestions to consider.

Who was your favorite teacher? What about your worst? Were you a member of any clubs? Did you attend homecoming or the prom? What was your favorite subject? Were you the perfect student or a troublemaker? What clothes were in style when you were in school? How did you get to school? Bus, walk, drive? Any extracurricular activities? What did you do for lunch? Did you attend football games or other sports? Did you attend school when corporal punishment was applied? Have a school photo you wish to share?

I wrote this poem on abuse at school by piers and teachers, in 2012. It  is personal and I am not afraid to say so. My school days were among the worst days of my life. I was lucky in a way as there was no internet in my day, once I was home I was more or less safe.

It can be even worse these days as there is now cyber bullying so the poor victim cannot get away from it unless they cut themselves off completely from the modern appliances. In fact some people are Tolled after their death and so it is their family that carry on receiving the bullying.

It is abuse it should be stopped but the schools do not seem to be able to stop it !

It’s nothing less than abuse.

Rounded shoulders head hung down

Rounded shoulders head hung down why do they all make fun of me I am not a clown. Sitting in the row spiteful girls stick their pens in my legs. Teacher at the front she must never know, she wouldn’t help she treats me like dregs.

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Following me nearly home, calling me mean names,in the playground I always stand alone they don’t pick me for their games. Opening my desk finding it’s been trashed , my text book been drawn in and my favourite doll has been  smashed.

Mum tried her hardest but being the youngest of six my things did not get replaced they just got fixed. My plimsolls were the wrong colour they were black instead of white , I was hauled up on the stage, lectured in front of the school then had to stay on late that night. I just could not make it I could not win with staff and girls against me all I could do was just give in.

I met my boyfriend, and his friends did not like me because I spoke differently, I was from the posh school.  They though I was rich, I was not I was just like them it would of made no  difference if I’d let them know. When we  were out or at a party they were pleasant to my face but if my guy was not there and behind my back the things they said were just a disgrace. They joined the line of teachers and my piers it makes me wonder now how I stood it for all those years.

I am not saying I no friends, no that would not be true. I did have friends and they were good   but they were the very few. I always felt so ugly, too fat and too short and if anyone was nice to me I could not believe it. What do they want was my first thought.

Things got better when I started work I seemed to come out of my shell like a little butterfly I changed and put aside my days of living hell. They tell you, you don’t  realize that school days are the best days of your life , thank God I never listened or I would of ended mine with a knife.

Thank God I grew away from all the pain  but sometimes I see a face  hear a voice or a name and it all floods back again. I am older now and have all that I could ask for, family and friends but sometimes my calm deserts me and confidence takes flight,  fear and dark descends and I feel lost in the night. I ask the question now why children’s jibes and actions  can be so mean and cruel. The worse days of my life were my years at school. I cry each time I read or hear on the news how children can hurt each other IT NOTHING LESS THAN ABUSE.

Wordless Wednesday: Went your just too tired!

One liner Wednesday On Thursday. Ingratitude.

Dropped hubby off at train station this morning and asked him. “Do you want me to pick you up this evening?”

“No I’ll walk he replied”

“You don’t like my driving?” I asked.

“No I don’t he replied”

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Delta Flight 15 on 9/11

Please read 💜

❀ Welcome To LSS Attitude of Gratitude❀

This came across my email today. I had to share after I cleared my tears.

A MUST read! A great story.
It is 20 years since 9/11 and here is a wonderful story about that terrible day.
Jerry Brown Delta Flight 15… (true story)Here is an amazing story from a flight attendant on Delta Flight 15, written following 9-11:

On the morning of Tuesday, September 11, we were about 5 hours out of Frankfurt, flying over the North Atlantic. All of a sudden the curtains parted and I was told to go to the cockpit, immediately, to see the captain. As soon as I got there I noticed that the crew had that “All Business” look on their faces.
The captain handed me a printed message. It was from Delta’s main office in Atlanta and simply read, “All airways over the Continental United States are closed to commercial air traffic…

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

It is Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s weekly prompt.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “where.” Use it any way you’d like!

It’s twenty years today since 9/11, we can’t forget today or this week because the media will not let us. Sadly there have been so many incidents before and since, it never stops. There are people all over the world living with war and terrorism every day. We must never forget any of this and all that went on before 9/11 because if we do there is no hope. No we must not forget but we can’t stop there we must change, we must change.

Where.
Where in the world is there peace.
Where in the world do the oppressed get relief.
Where in the world is there no evil
Where do harsh words and deeds not spill
From the mouths of leaders who’s talk is cheap
They set the rules while others reap
Children die and parents weep.
Yet we have the answers in our reach
The wherewithal is here use it I beseech.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 73: (TRIP) in the B rhyme line.

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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima

A line of blood drawn in the sand.
Poison and fear begin to drip
Over the evil rules you trip
The men stand with guns in hand
Hide you’re not worthy as woman.
Every inch you have ever gained
Wrenched from you, all your freedom drained.
Deserted, left now high and dry
False promises your left to cry.
Lost forever the freedom gained.

Just Saying PARALYMPICS: Day Seven.

There was more record-breaking swims from the British athletes as the team won five medals across four finals at the Tokyo Paralympics.

Day seven proved to be a successful one in the pool, with one gold, one silver and three bronze medals won.

Reece Dunn made it a hat-trick of gold medals and four overall as he broke another world record in the Men’s SM14 200m Individual Medley final. 🥇

Bethany Firth took second place in a time of 2:23.19 to add another silver to her S14 200m Freestyle medal. 🥈

Louise Fiddes won bronze 🥉

Stephen Clegg set a new British record and personal best time in the Men’s S12 100m Freestyle final, clocking in at 53.43 seconds. 🥉

Hannah Russelladded a bronze medal to her gold as she finished third in the Women’s S12 100m Freestyle final.🥉

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 72: (CROOK) in the A rhyme line.

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THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE.

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He is such a bully , that chuck
Thinks he’s the boss, keeps pushing us.
Why does he always make such fuss.
He’s afraid of the two leg’s crook.
Disobedience he’ll not brook.
The shepherd’s rules he’ll never buck.
Then he pushes us and his luck
We pretend to do his bidding
Keeping our true feelings hidden.
Then shepherds dog gives us less truck.

Excuses 💜💜

Hi everyone thank you for all your lovely wishes and Congratulations to hubby and me on our golden wedding anniversary. I can’t believe we have been married that long!

Our boys and daughter in law did a great job of organising our do, it was lovely. I may be behind this week as I catch up on life after the celebrations this week end. I maybe late reading and commenting and blogging so please forgive me and I will get there in the end!

For now thank you everyone involved, especially hubby for still being the same person he was when I met him all those years ago 💜

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