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Do not Forget

Please Remember as we all get involved in our every day lives...Please remember as we complain about the weeds in our yards and the kids being naught. Please remember when your husband leaves the seat up, Please remember when you son comes home drunk for the first time, Please remember when your children crawl up in your lap for a little extra love.....Please remember when you hear you spouse laying next to you snoring,

There are children who will never know their Mother or Father,

Their are children who Must figure out on their own why There parent is gone,

There is a spouse who must be both Mother and Father to their children.

There are Parents who no longer be able to hold their babies,

There are families falling desperatly into poverty because the bread winner of their family is gone,

There are Families that have been ripped apart at the seams.


Please take a few minutes everyday to think of those families who have made the ULTIMATE sacrifice for you and I to continue to enjoy our freedoms.

You must not believe in the war or support George Bush, to believe in our soldiers and support our families. Have an extra day a week? Have an extra $1,000 dollars you were going to spend on Dolca and Gabana sunglasses? Think of all the families who have been fractured. Give to your country and your countrymen any way you can. Give your time, your money, even your prayers will do wonders. Let these families who have been left to pick up the pieces and try to move on know they are not alone!!!!


There are poeple who have some how turned the teachings of Christ into hate.

They should be ashamed of themselves. I find solice in the fact that they will one day be judged for the acts. It is sick and disgusting to see people spew such hate.

Please, do all you can to send these people a message. Are they your neighbors? Do not sell to them, Do not rent to them.

Boycott people who spew such vial. They are sad and pathetic excuses for human beings. They are no better then hitler. And deserve to be treated as such.

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