War. Is It Worth The Same as Freedom?

This last week, we all remembered the day that many brave Americans lost their lives. We acknowledged the loss of the country... but every passing September, we are reminded again of the tolls of war. Better yet, we are reminded the reason for why we fight. War is a troublesom thing; I will be the first to admit that. Remarkably though, fighting for our safty and freedom is one of the only things we have left to hold onto. Day by day, even more troops are shipped out to Iraq and Afganistan. More troops that have family and friends. More troops that are putting themselves on the line to keep our country safe. Heros.
What do you remember? Do you remember the day American cheered out in triumph at the death of Osama Bin Ladon? Do you remember hearing about the brave passengers who gave their lives to protect the pentagon? How about this; do you remember that moment every July when we fly our flags and light up the world with fireworks. That very moment when we march and sing as our forefathers did years ago?
This is what we live for.. this... is America,

Origanality: Is it a Sin?

I suppose that in this day and age, following trends are akin to survival as nucular weapons are akin to winning the Iraqi war. Social teardown can arrupt from even the smallest let down in the world of fashion and behavior. As everybody who follows up on my blog knows, I can not even fathom the idea that whether or not you got your jeans from a designer store could mean so much. Beliefs and behavior seem to run the same way. The rule of most schools is that if you want to be cool, shut your brain and follow along with the latest gossip. Of course, shutting your mout might be just as popular a slogan. If your thoughts are origonal and full of soul, you might as well give up all hope of fitting in, right?

Frankly, whoever believes that might as well condem themselves to a depressing life full of unjust actions and ceaseless heartache. People were born with the power of speech for a reason, and that power should be used to its greatest advantage. Do not be afraid. I have to say that the saying, " I may not agree with what you say, but I'll fight to the death for your right to say it," holds more truth than any school fable about trends and beliefs.


Bye for now,

~ Becca

Taking One Person's Life Away, and Yet Starting a Whole New Chapter in Another's

Death.
How often do we honestly consider what that word can mean?
Normally, pain, sorrow, depression, and emptyness.. are the result of having a loved one taken away from you... but in that same line of emotions, determination, pride, and longing for redemption can find a way to blossum.

Today, I met a person who seemed to be feeling just that. His name was Ryan, and he was so self possesed by the thought of redemption, that he has decided to put himself on the line to honor his deceased father. Let me tell you the story that he told me:


Mr. Davis was always in the light of the family as far as war stories go. Never was one of his tales ignored niether were they taken lightly. They could not be. Each one provided the deep sorrow of losing a friend as well as the brutality that leaves war veterans shaking their heads in utter pain. He was a ranger, serving in the army for well over ten years. Although Ryan was only a little tyke at the time, he still recalls the aura of facination and fear that each story left behind.........

... When Ryan was only nine years old, he and his family waited merrily at home for Mr. Davis's most recent return from duty. Days went by, and as the family sat looking out the window, expecting him to walk up the steps any second, the phone rang... Ryan still remembers as his mother picked up the phone and heard Mr. Davis's brother and corperal Timothy on the phone. " I could hear him crying on the other side of the phone; the suspense was so thick," recalls Ryan. Timothy choked on his own words as he explained to Ryan's mother the RPG that blew Mr. Davis's life away...

Four years later, Ryan has taken it upon himself to head into the army and obtain redemption for his father. From the one hour that I spent talking with him, I've been able to come to the conclusion that this is his lifetime goal: Going after the terrorists that killed his father.

I've never seen somebody so determend to pay retribution to the murderers that stole his father, his hero. And I will never forget Ryan Davis.

Shroud of a Storm

I guess life is like the night-time sky... You never know what it will throw at you. As I sit here and look up, I see the flickering form of a storm sliding away. Lightning thrashes the clouds and thunder anounces the battle taking place up in the sky. As each flash of lightning leaps across the sky, I can not help but to think that they bear the likeness of truths. Each one showing its self to breifly that if you blink, you could miss it.

The thunder takes a whole different point, angry rummbles seem to boom out, "Listen to me, I am important!" As the thunder compliments lightning, rumer compliments truth. They all throw themselves out there, each claiming to be the best, while truth peeks through the backround, displaying a beauty yet to be matched by juicy gossip or boisterous noises.

It is easy to say which sounds brighter and which sounds more crude, but for the people who are blind to the truth, gossip rings like thunder.

Life is a Highway

No one ever said that the road to success was easy.... no one also said it was short. It's the same way on the road to happiness. For every pain there is a gain; even though we may not see it.Im not yet sure where my road is leading, but that's beauty of it. If I knew everything that was about to happen, there would be nothing left to live for.

The looks that shape the world

In my day and age, most of the population is focussed on looking appealing to everyone but themselves. They are chameleons; uncertain creatures that base their clothes and hair on what society wants. Lets face it. no matter how many fashion magazines you own, or how many holister logos you brand yourself with, you can never truley be able to render yourself "chic" without also plastering the lable, "sheep", to your forehead.
My sugestion to avoiding flock of followers? Set your own trends! It's not that hard. Im not saying that you have to do anything drastic, but I am saying that every trend has to start somewhere... why not you?
This doesnt just go for clothing and hair. Just two months ago, I was having a conversation with an aquaintance, and the topic was whether or not we were going to do track. When I said no, she replied with the question, " Why not? Everybody else is doing it. That's why I'm doing it." As far as I know, It isn't a very wise thing to do something if your only doing it becuase others are doing it too, rather than doing it due to your own personal preferences. Sometimes I wonder if anything nowdays is done because we truely want to do it. Just remember this: No one should have their own joys taken away just because the world is hungry for more sheep to add to its many flocks.


Thats all I have for now. Keep comming back to see more from the veiw of an observer of the world!

~ Becca

Stone and Ice

I've broken bones, I've seen people die before, and I know how it feels to be hurt. I also know how it feels to have the tender part of you, your heart, break. Mine has several times, each one more painful than the one before it. But you know what, everytime it happens, the wound heals stronger than the original. Sadly, before 2011, the healed parts were made of ice and stone.... sure they were strong, but they were also extremely fragile.
Somthing, anything, would hurt me, and when it did... a hard shield formed around my heart, allowing nothing to pass through. I began to hurt those I loved in attempt to protect myself..... The breaks got worse and worse. For a short time I lost my sister... throwing spiteful remarks at her whenever she was near...The new friends I accumulated revolved around gossip and rumers... I felt like my dad was losing faith in me as I made the steep decline of emotional health.............................................................................................................................................................Then I found Faith. She helped me see what others could not. She restored and repaired my heart. I can stand up tall now without an ice cane that was just waiting to buckle underneith me. She led me to the Lord, my savior and my guide.

I am now almost out of recovery; I can walk with hardly a limp at all. My voice is full of strength, and I'm free.

Snow days

The snow is falling harder than ever.. and we just helped a car out of a major drift. This storm shouldnt be funny, but I cant help but to laugh everytime my pint sized dog attempts to make a trek acrossed my yard. He is well passed the age of puupyhood, but he is still less than a foot tall.

Whiteout conditions as well as the rapid snowfall make driving impossible, so instead of going going to school today, I am trapped at home. Not too bad.

Im heading back outside so ciao for now
~Becca

A soldier's sister... pride never ends

There is nothing like the feeling when you see the smiling face of your sister and feel the warm grasp of her hug after shes been gone for over a year. The night she came back in 2009, my whole fanily made the trip down to the hanger her plane was headed too. We waited 10 hours... then we saw her. Beaming as usual, she ran tward us with a determination that I have yet to see again.

Two months later, she was debriefed and ready to fully come home. Everyone pitched in to creat a surprise party for her. We even rented a stretch hummer to go get her. When we got down there though, we found that she had a surprise of her own. she had buaghten a car and was planning on driving it. Intead she rode with us..

On our way to the party... we met up with the patriot guard, which was led by my uncle. They rode in front of us on flag bearing moterbikes. When we were about 2 miles from our town... one of the bikes had an accident. The first one on the site was my sister. She treated both of the riders and one of them ended up riding in the hummer with us.

I have never seen my dad cry.... but he did when my sister started walking up the path to our house.

it has been over a year since then, but the pride and love I feel for my sister will never cease to exist.

What an amazing blizzard out there....

Right now im sitting at my desk, cozy as a bug in a rug.... but some people arent... Theyre stranded somewhere out in the blizzard that is rocking the whole midwestern portion of America. I watched as a snow mobile fell into a ditch right outside my house, and I was in the prosess of strapping on my boots when the rider's comrad successfully helped him push it out of the drifts that seamed to swallow it whole.

We arent even in the bad part of the storm yet... the worst is yet to come. This moring was as quiet as a deer.... hardly what you'd expect when the radio is blaring out frantic blizzard warnings. Yet, the air was all wrong.... Not a bird answered the lonely breeze's cry. Not a squirrel chattered about how many wallnuts it had left in it's tree.... there was just utter silence. Just like the silence that is consuming my house right now, while it waits for the full effects of this snow appocolypes. waiting...waiting....waiting....

My only hopes for tonight is that Ill be able to sleep and wake up to howling wind... knowing that everyone in my family is safe. God bless them. And God bless everyone who is unfortunate enough to be trapped on the roads tonight.