Its a Wonderful Life.

As I break between the flowing tears that seem to be falling down my face after watching the movie, The Human Experience, I am filled with such a happiness I am unable to express.
The Human Experience was a film of two brothers and their journey through three different life experiences, the first being homeless in new york city, then visiting the lost children of peru, and finally visting a leper colony. Throughout all of their experiences they seem to find the meaning of humanity and the experiences that they possess.

Many times experiences define a person, and with those experiences we, as a people, have the opportunity to help those who are less forunate. The most touching part of the movie was the brothers ability to forgive their abusive father. THAT is the true human experience- our ability to love even when we feel as if we cannot, even when it seems as if unimaginable to forgive such horrific things.

Happiness relies on our humanity.

Fight for Life

When many think of a hero, they tend to think of those in shining silver armor ready to march on to a battlefield as if we were engaged in a medieval time warp. The fact of the matter is that there are the unseen and unfortunately UNAMED heroes of the present. The fight for life is one that has been difficult to even gain little steps towards success, being that abortion is on the rise and young mothers are aborting their child as late as 9 MONTHS.

This is my frustarating ongoing activity.

In the famous words of Dr. Suess, "a persons a person- no matter how small", I find it frightening that children all across our nation and elsewhere are being aborted as late as 9 months, basically the woman would have to give birth and then shortly after the "doctor" would kill the child. These children do not have a voice, so many others have gathered up the torch to be the voice of the unborn. Women do have a choice , that is a well known fact, but many fail to see that the child inside the womb fails to have a choice. Even though that child is just as much a human life they lack the capability to choose whether they live or die.

Martin Luther King Jr. said in his famous letter from Birmingham jail spoke about how every person is an extremist, but many have to choose what they will be extremists for- love or hate. That is the struggle in all man kind is to dig into our souls and find the strength to fight for love, fight for those who are unable to speak, and in turn fighting for Jesus Christ himself. 
The battle is on- and I will not stop- nor slow down.

Curiousity may or may not have killed the cat?

This poem about Curiosity was among one of my favorites that I have read this quarter, mostly because it came up with a metaphorical way to present an idea that having curiosity is a GOOD thing, not a bad one. In the third stanza the first line, "Curiosity will not cause us to die- only lack of it will." The poem is saying that granted those cats may have used up all 9 lives according to this need for curiosity, they lived life to the wonders that it possesses. The two groups of people that roam the earth are either the "dogs" or "cats", the dogs refuse to fall subject to curiosity and when they do that they fall to a fainted color of what the world holds true and dear. With curious minds we have been able to do wonderful things such as; land on the moon, create technology so small that the naked eye can't see it, change history by simply refusing to move to the back of the bus, and slowly change the outcome of poverty stricken people across the globe. Without curiosity we would all be old dogs just waiting for our lives to begin,  and personally ? I would rather live life curiously...

Defining the Grateful Gesture

This poem by Yvonne Sepia was describing a life with her mother that included the thought that her gratefulness was never enough for her mother. Her mother was always the victim, and with that she had it rough- or someone she knew. The poem was easily understood, and looedk into the cultural differences between generations. Being half mexican myself I know the trials that go into the differences with each generation- my grandmother still believes that looking at an ugly baby means that you will have an ugly baby as a result. Also, it means that many times we aren't as grateful as we should be. Granted that parents and grandparents grew up in a harder time, but who is to judge which time period is harder? Either way it is looked at- times have changed. They will continiously change so learning from previous generations is key. Sepia grew the entire poem from a single idea, an idea of gratefulness. She gave a look into her past and with that made the reader further understand this central idea.