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Hi guys! You've just found the Jlog of Jade Amber! Now you might be wondering: "What in the world is a 'Jlog'?" Well, a jlog is a mash of journal and blog. Since they give you an option for a title: Journal/Blog, I decided to mash them together! Hence the name 'Jlog'. So please enjoy a cup of Joe whilst you read and I will try to remember to 'Jlog' every day. While we're at it, enjoy these quotes I found online: Wake up with determination, go to sleep with satisfaction. Be happy and smile. Don't call it a dream, call it a plan. Life is tough, but so are you. -Stephanie Bennett-Henry Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment or the smallest act of caring, which all has the potential to turn someone's life around. -Leo Buscaglia Side note!
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| Today I was reminded, via a punch in the face from reality, just how fragile life is. I always knew that life was fragile, every day when someone would say, "See you tomorrow for rehearsal!" I usually think, "But what if there isn't a tomorrow for me?" I was not prepared to hear what I heard just a few minutes ago. I know a large family who brought a few of their relatives to live with them, the dad's adopted mother, the dad's step-sister, and niece. Today the step-sister passed away from a heart attack because she was obese. This hit me hard even though I wasn't as close to her as the family was but I think the reason why the tragedy hit me hard was because I had seen her just yesterday, she was well and breathing and there wasn't a sign of anything wrong with her and then she's gone, just like that. She was an artist, she spent her time creating pieces of art on the back porch while smoking cigarettes and drinking soda. She spent most of her time on that porch, only getting up to use the bathroom, get something to eat or to go to her room when it was time to go to sleep, from what I surmised when we visited. I would not be surprised if the kids, especially the baby boys were hit hard with this tragedy. Last night when I was visiting, my best friend Abby told me about how her auntie, that was what the kids called her, would teach the baby boys various things artsy or not, helped them learn the days of the week and if they said the days of the week in the right order they would get two jelly beans, and she gave them jobs to do in her garden. She was a nice person, but I can't say what I liked about her because I didn't know her as well as the kids did. That might also be the reason why my eyes are dry while I'm writing this. If I did know her as well as the kids did, I would probably be on the brink of tears. But I don't know, I wasn't one to cry when people I've known have passed. I don't really have anything else to add. I guess if you were looking for a moral, it might be "Do follow what doctors and health teachers tell you and eat healthily and make sure that you have a one-way ticket to heaven for when you die because she, unfortunately, did not." |
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