A Prayer for World Peace, Part II

Author: Soal

We should all strive to save the earth for future generations
so that we will be prepared spiritually for when the Lord comes to bring us back home. I was told I was an "earth mother" by a friend whom I helped when I was a teenager. I encouraged them to keep going to school, ride a bicycle, and took walks together. We went on picnics at the beach together. I worked after school in a department store after school while in high school to earn some money. I have had friends in many states who were from many different cultures and some different religions. I think it is unfortunate that we can't all get along and be civilized towards each other.

After many years of marriage while living in Southern California
and Southern Florida, my daughter became upset with me because of the stress of listening to me warn her of Chuck Erwin's threats to call my children up after he attacked me in the knees, choked me and smashed his head into my face, saying "Germans have hard heads" I was told by a neighbor that I wasn't German enough. I certainly was glad I was not like him. I had told him I favored the Jews and was against the Nazis during the Holocaust and told him I wanted to separate before this happened.

This time was especially hard for my son who gave clothes and
things away to other runaways who were victimized and who tried to protect friends and refused to tattle on others suffered much because of prejudice and jealousy. He tried to get a beeper back for a girl when a guy stole it from here. When I drove my son to Circles of Care for therapy and some help to calm down because he felt very angry, the intake person refused to admit him, saying "There have already been three fights on the ward." He should have been helped. He should not have been refused because he would not have ended up trying to find a rehab and upon returning to the community been labeled abusive because his girlfriend's stepfather gave him some alcohol.

My daughter, who listened to her brother's problems there, made it to college in the science field. Neither my children nor I were diagnosed with anything mental all the way through California where I got along very well with everyone at work and in the neighborhood where I walked with my children and family dog and rode a bike with my daughter. My son rode a skateboard pulled by his German Shephard, Sam.

My family intermarried with a Jewish lawyer on my father's side. I had none until the some people wanted me labeled mentally ill after head injuries suffered during the divorce. Even some doctors told me they preferred the Cubans. They wanted me blamed even though my ex-husband was the one that could never stay calm and I had always had to work hard to get him calmed down. He always needed pot or beer and wine. I usually avoided caffeine and sugar as much as I could and tried to do the same for my family and friends.

A therapist at Maimonides compared me with my sister and said that she had bigger breasts but that I was sweeter than her. A medical student asked me after therapy, "Could you live on peanut butter sandwiches? Would you eat me?" I handed a letter of complaint in to the hospital administrative office there. I was even punched once at home and my head hit the corner of the microwave and I fell down. When I complained at another hospital that one brother punched me in my arm for a verbal disagreement aqnd that brother kept trying to say that I was always just nuts because I called the cops. I had a fist sized bruise on my left arm and my brothers talked to the doctor.

My family was very emotionally upset because my ex-husband had me served by a deputy sheriff all the way from Florida to subpoena me for the divorce even though he knew he and a car accident had disabled me. My family was all getting along before that. They had all gone to therapy together. I was asked if I wanted to stay overnight and then forced to stay and grabbed by several guards and pulled by my arms and my legs like Nazis would do at Methodist hospital for trying to leave as a voluntarily admitted patient who had complained about difficulty walking because I had herniated discs. The doctor was Jewish.

One doctor did say that many Catholics did descend from them. A patient said they give electric shock treatment there which sounds like something the Nazis would do because it would damage your central nervous system more instead of treating you with massage and nutritionally help and counseling as I would do and did for my children, husband after Hurricane Andrew. I gave my current fiance whom I love very much. He is my best friend. I gave him a lot of loving care, massage therapy, nutritionally help which I fed him as well as cooking for him and bathing him, just like I did my children.

A Tribute To My Son

The sun never rises without my awakening to early memories of you, Watching you playing in your crib, Arms and legs moving rapidly, you gazed intently at your crib mobile, Pulling yourself up and holding onto the side of the couch, You came toward me for the first time when I said "Come to me, Sal," You were only nine months old, Bouncing up and down to the Sesame Street theme song, You smiled enthralled at Kermit as he sang, "It Isn't Easy Being Green," Bundled for a night's sleep, hugging fuzzy Oscar the Grouch, A fairy tale read and the alphabet sung, You lovingly gazed up at me as I held you in my arms and sang Tura Lura Lura, Nursing you and gently rocking in the chair Grandma Anne bought us, Teaching you, "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my soul the Lord to keep," I lovingly watched your eyelids close, a peaceful look upon your face, I kissed your sweet cheek as I caressed your hair, Feeling so blessed that you had all ten fingers and toes, So perfectly formed in God's image that tears welled up in my eyes, I tucked the covers around you in the crib for the night, Lying back down for the night beside your father, I prayed for peace for the family and for the world, That you would be spared much grief in life, And only contentment and love should fill your heart, As the sound of quiet breathing was heard that night, I succumbed to the peacefulness of rest that God and loving you granted me.

I have found out the hard way that if you file a complaint, some
people are dishonest. My son's head was struck by a baseball bat of a boy who was warming up in Moreno Valley while Sal was running the bases. That's a physical injury. Dr. McGrath said there was nothing wrong with my son except that he was an angry young man. His father told me our son's nose was broken by a baseball in Homestead, FL. Our son's nose has been broken three times now, and the prison staff will not give him medication to stay calm nor has he been given an MRI or CATSCAN. When I last visited last year, we played chess, and he won. The guard yelled, "Don't let him win!"

He came over and took the game away from us even though visiting hours were not quite over.

He has been interrogated and asked what he is and where his family is from. If they scream in your face, and you get angry, the inmate gets thrown into solitary confinement and his weight goes down to one hundred annd fifty pounds after thirty days. When he gets out, my family sends him money for his inmate account. He is normally two hundred and ten pounds and six foot three inches tall. Imagine that he received awards at Sacred Heart Elementary School in Florida.

He also was sent to basketball allstars.
I enjoyed seeing the talents of beauty of my children and of their friends. Everyone should be proud of their heritage and children should be taught to respect both parents and authority at school. My granddaughter is of mixed descent. She is a beautiful little girl, and my grandson is a handsome boy. I read to them both and send them gifts when I can.

I love the innocence of children and always did. I always knew
there were too many problems in the world to move children around unless the families stick together and love and pray
My family had a statue of the Holy Family inscribed, "The family
that prays together, stays together." I graduated from Katharine
Gibbs School and have an Associate's Degree in Liberal Arts and
Sciences as an honor student from Pierce Community College
after making the Dean's List. I believe in being active in my
children's schools and Sunday schools. I taught religious
education when the regular teacher suffered a nervous breakdown because of the Whittier Earthquake at the base where I worked in California.
I hope and pray that all victims of violence and famine, especially children, will be protected by the Constitutional Rights and Amendments of the United States Government. I always tried to follow the Ten Commandments given by God to Moses in the bible:

I am the Lord thy God, which have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. Thou shalt have no other gods before me.

Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain.

Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth. Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them.

Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy.
Honor thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long.
Thou shalt not kill.
Thou shalt not commit adultery.
Thou shalt not steal.
Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor anything that is thy neighbor's. cont'd in A Prayer For World Peace, Part III About the Author.

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