WAS 9-11 KARMA FOR U.S.?

We all know Al Queda was to blame for the devestating attack of 9-11 where thousands of innocent lives perished in a mass destruction..... but could we have ever prevented this attack if we knew it was coming ahead of time. Even if we stopped any hijakers from getting onto any planes and haulted the attacks of Al Queda, could they have happenned again in some other way and in some other place in America?

"Countless rebirths lie ahead, both good and bad. The effects of karma (actions) are inevitable, and in previous lifetimes we have accumulated negative karma which will inevitably have its fruition in this or future lives. Just as someone witnessed by police in a criminal act will eventually be caught and punished, so we too must face the consequences of faulty actions we have committed in the past, there is no way to be at ease; those actions are irreversible; we must eventually undergo their effects."
His Holiness the Dalai Lama, from 'Kindness, Clarity and Insight'

Did America's action of dropping two of the first nuclear bombs ever used in warfare set off a ticking bomb for the karma of the United States?

P.S. When I think of 9-11 it makes me cry and I'm not evil and in no way want to offend anyone. Just thinking....

Why Patrick Swayze is More than a Ghost

When I was five years old my father passed away from a tragic accidental death. Being so young I didn't really understand much about death, I just slowly figured out I would never see him again. Some years later I went to go see the movie Ghost with my mom and that was when I was really able to understand. Patrick was a young, strong, good looking man, just like my dad was. He died from a tragic death and left behind a beautiful woman so madly in love with him at such a young age, like my mom.

At the end of the movie I saw him in the light go up to heaven and at that moment I knew that my dad did too. As I grew up, now 25 years old, I still watch that movie and it makes me cry at the end. It did then as it still does now - give me something to believe in.

It may sound silly to people who have not lost a parent at a young age, and it would be very hard for them to understand. Today, now that Swayze is gone I can't help but cry and cry and it makes me sad to think that memory might be lost because he's gone. But the truth is, Patrick went right up to heaven just like he did in that movie. Ghost is more than just entertainment for me. It teached me and helped me not be angered or feel abandoned at the thought that my dad was gone, but that he was still living - just in another place. A place that welcomes all god's creatures with open arms and a healing luminous light.

I think it's a wondrous thing to know that one person just living, acting, working, can touch the heart of someone so far and away. I am grateful to have had Patrick Swayze on this earth because I can't imagine any other actor doing this job as real and true as he did.

The Empty Road...

There’s a degree of importance you feel crossing over the George Washington Bridge at night. It’s enormous size, millions of lights, and winding & welding construction are captivating, if not distracting. Unfortunately, it’s nothing like this in the morning.

Morning rush hour to be exact, is a time of cutthroat defensive driving techniques, speeding, and passing fellow jersey-ites making their way to the toll. I assume New York bound on the GWB has always been the same stressful traffic challenge its been since I started embarking on it June 2008. Once I enter the end of the 95 tarmac and start passing the very last exits before reaching the bridge is when back-up rushes in. See the trick is, ride all the way on the left lane, sure it's far from where you need to be (the right lane) but it moves the quickest and nothing is worse than the brake-gas-brake-gas-brake-gas then stand-still. As soon as you start seeing the tall mountains of rocks that the early builders and construction workers had to implode through to create this helpful road we’d be lost without, you see the sign. Oh that deadly sign where you know just how late you’re going to be. I’ve seen that sign read 'Lower to I95 NY Approx 70 Min' and even better, can you imagine how fast I dialed my manager when I saw 'Lower to I95 NY Approx 120 Min'? What the hell could be going on up there!

The importance of the GWB traffic in the past does not compare to what it is now. Maybe it’s the layoffs, the bad economy, people not paying their car leases, either way something’s wrong. The worst of it seemed to begin last December and escalate largely in February 2009. The problem was, there was no traffic. Where did everybody go? At first while you’re driving seeing the open road was like starting every work day with a smile on, being able to take 10 minutes to choose what kind of breakfast you’d like to have, and maybe even get to skim a few newspapers to the point where you didn’t even need to buy one. Before you know it you’re the first one at the office getting all those tasks done at hand before the clock even began.

Sure it was nice, not having to attempt to trick people with my blinker as I cut them off with the front of my car. But you can’t help feel sorry a little bit. I wonder what they were doing now. Sitting home… trying to figure out how they were going to pay their bills… what other kind of job they can step down to… or what they are going to do about their house, their investment, their life…

I can’t do much for all those other people that I used to ride beside every morning, even the nice ones who let me squeeze in front of them during my hike across three lanes that I had to accomplish within a distance of less than 20 feet in order to make it to my exit (the very last one before entering the GWB). But I just want all those people to know, as much as they ruined my mornings as I’d repeat to myself “I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life,” I would not mind if they came back. I've been in the same seat as them and know the hell they went through to get to work every morning. No excuse, not even the fact that our economy is in the pits, should make us selfish and revel in the depression and succession of others. Dear fellow GWB New York bound drivers, I hope one day we can be together again.

Sincerely,

Girl with the Tan 1995 Honda with two dents on each side

Candy is Dandy

Let me introduce myself...

My name is Candice. If I could describe myself in one word it would be 'optimistic'. I can’t say that I’m always super happy or in a good mood, but I do turn back to it eventually. I think it’s my calling and the reason I’m on this earth, that I should take advantage of being happy. I don’t think moving a million miles away would make my life any better. I love what’s right here, right in my town, my family. They are the most important thing to me and they make living all that more special. I know they won’t be around forever, but I don’t think about that. Life is too short to think about things like that, because before you know it, you might actually be the first one up.

I'm currently a writer, but I didn’t always know I wanted to write, in fact I doubt myself a lot every day about what I do and think that maybe I’m just not good enough. I wouldn’t say that I’m a witty writer, or a catchy writer, but I don’t need to be that to be a good one. I would say I’m an honest writer, and I’ll only get more honest as I go. Writing is not exactly easy for me. In fact sometimes I cram my brain for the right words that I just begin to wear my mind out. So why do I do it you say? I do it because it’s challenging, it keeps me smart, keeps me thinking, and because there’s nothing more rewarding than knowing that other people find what I have to say interesting. That I can spark the imagination or thoughts of someone I’ve never even met. Or that I can help their outlook on something or at least entertain them for a couple of sentences. I’m not exactly where I want to be yet, but I do know that I’m on my way.


My family always reminds me and supports me in letting me know that I can do anything that I want. That even if I don’t get paid to do it, I can live with them for free forever. That I need to do what makes me happy, what makes me love life, because after all, that’s what we are here for isn’t it? One day I may get hit in a freak car accident, or maybe a falling plane will crash right on top of me, but at least people will be able to say that I was happy, that I was a good girl, a good friend, and I lived a good life.