Parallel Lines

Parallel lines have a lot in common, but they never meet.. Ever. You might think that's sad, but every other pair of lines meets once and then drifts apart forever. This situation makes me think of life and the people you meet in life. How sometimes we wish we could be with someone forever and other times we wish we had never met a person in the first place. Parallel lines represent all of the people in your life that you could have met, but just never did for whatever reason, wrong timing, wasn't meant to be, anything. Other lines, help to show that we only have people in our lives for a certain amount of time, just crossing paths. No one can live forever, and not everyone you meet in your life, will be there until the end. Some people are just there for the good times, a drink at the bar, or a birthday party; others are there through work at a seasonal retail store, or bussing tables at a busy hotel; some are family, your parents, siblings, cousins; some you met through highschool, sports teams, lunch tables, business class, relay for life committee, etc. No one will be there forever, and with each person, comes a lesson, (or many). Your parents raised you with good morals and many lessons on life, your teachers taught you about specific subjects, but some did more than just your textbook lessons, your friends show you how to have a good time, and your boyfriend teaches you trust... With each person comes a new lesson.
Unfortunately sometimes this is hard to see. Sometimes when someone hurts you, it isn't the lesson in life that you see, it is just the pain and heartache, and wishing that things could go back to how they were, perhaps never having met that person. Parallel lines. Some fights are not fixable, sometimes you need to just be happy with the good times you had with that person, take the lesson learned and move on.
Enjoy your friends that are there for a good time, don't be upset that they won't be there forever, just be happy for the time you have with them. Appreciate the lessons your family has taught you, because without those, you wouldn't be the person you are today. And last but not least, remember that not everyone is meant to stay in your life forever, some are just there long enough to teach you a lesson you needed to learn.

Why I Hate Religion, but Love Jesus

I was on facebook, and came across a video called 'Why I hate religion, but love Jesus'. As I have said in the past, I am not a religious person, and struggle with the idea of God. There are many reasons for this, and some are highlighted in this poem. I am amazed at how well-written and passionately spoken this guy is about how he feels about Jesus. Whether you read the bible, pray before sleep, attend church on Sundays, or wear a cross... whether you drink, smoke & sin, break the law, or just don't care.. im asking you to read this, and really think about what he has to say. Doesn't matter if you agree with it, but it's a very interesting view on religion & Jesus.

"What if I told you, Jesus came to abolish religion?

What if I told you getting you to vote republican, really wasn’t his mission?

Because republican doesn’t automatically mean Christian,

And just because you call some people blind, doesn’t automatically give you vision.

If religion is so great, why has it started so many wars?

Why does it build huge churches, but fails to feed the poor?

Tells single moms God doesn’t love them if they’ve ever been divorced

Yet God in the Old Testament actually calls the religious people whores

Religion preaches grace, but another thing they practice,

Tend to ridicule Gods people, they did it to John the Baptist,

Cant fix their problems, so they try to mask it,

Not realizing that’s just like sprayin perfume on a casket

Because the problem with religion is that it never gets to the core,

It’s just behavior modification, like a long list of chores.

Let’s dress up the outside, make things look nice and neat,

Its funny that’s what they do to mummies, while the corpse rots underneath,

Now I ain’t judging I’m just saying be careful of putting on a fake look,

Because there’s a problem if people only know that you’re a Christian by that little section on your Facebook.

In every other aspect of life you know that logics unworthy

Its like saying you play for the lakers just because you bought a jersey

But see I played this game too; no one seemed to be on to me,

I was acting like church kid, while addicted to pornography.

I’d go to church on Sunday, but on saturday getting faded,

Acting as if I was simply created to have sex and get wasted.

Spend my whole life putting on this façade of neatness,

But now that I know Jesus, I boast in my weakness.

If grace is water, then the church should be an ocean,

Cuz its not a museum for good people, it’s a hospital for the broken

I no longer have to hide my failures I don’t have to hide my sin,

Because my salvation doesn’t depend on me, it depends on him.

because when I was Gods enemy and certainly not a fan,

God looked down on me and said, “I want that man!”

Which is so different from religious people, and why Jesus called em fools

Don’t you see hes so much better than just following some rules?

Now let me clarify, I love the church, I love the bible, and I believe in sin

But my question, is if Jesus were here today, would your church let Him in?

Remember He was called a drunkard and a glutton by “religious men”

The Son of God not supported self-righteousness, not now, not then.

Now back to the topic, one thing I think is vital to mention,

How Jesus and religion are on opposite spectrums,

One is the work of God one is a man made invention,

One is the cure and one is the infection.

Because Religion says do, Jesus says done.

Religion says slave, Jesus says son,

Religion puts you in shackles but Jesus sets you free.

Religion makes you blind, but Jesus lets you see.

This is what makes religion and Jesus two different clans,

Religion is man searching for God, but Christianity is God searching for man.

Which is why salvation is freely mine, forgiveness is my own,

Not based on my efforts, but Christ’s obedience alone.

Because he took the crown of thorns, and blood that dripped down his face

He took what we all deserved, that’s why we call it grace.

While being murdered he yelled “father forgive them, they know not what they do”,

Because when he was dangling on that cross, he was thinking of you

He paid for all your sin, and then buried it in the tomb,

Which is why im kneeling at the cross now saying come on there’s room

So know I hate religion, in fact I literally resent it,

Because when Jesus cried It is finished, I believe He meant it."

Well, Amen to that!

3 Weeks Until The Big Move!

Ok folks.. this is it, the reason I made this blog in the first place! As most of you reading this already know, I am very interested in travelling the world and learning about new customs and cultures. The reason I started writing this blog was to keep friends and family back home updated on all of my experiences whilst I am travelling. I ended up starting the blog before I even left my little ol' town of Port Colborne. Finally, after all the years that I have waited, my dreams are coming true. A little over a month ago, I got my dream job of working in England at a resort called 'Butlins'. I am an official Red Coat. Two days ago, I found out that I got my visa, which allows me to work in the UK for up to two years. I am booking my flight shortly, and im planning on leaving February 3rd, then starting work on February 10th. I can't believe how fast this is approaching, and how in a month from now, I will be working in a whole new country. I am so excited, words just can't show. For those looking at your calenders.. yes you are seeing that correctly, I am out of here in just over three weeks.. This gives me just enough time to pack up everything in my life into either boxes, or my two luggage pieces.. moving to a country for two years, and I have TWO BAGS TO PACK THAT INTO. Are you f'real? Yeah right.. I doubt this is going to work out. Ill keep you posted.

I don't know a whole lot about the experience I am going into, but thats part of the excitement. I don't know how many other redcoats work in Butlins; who my room mate / mates will be; if i will be liked; how challenging my job will be; the nightlife in bognor; my paycheck.. so many unknowns, but im just so excited that I am not to worried about any of those.  I am thrilled that I can now tell people about my goals and what I am going to be doing for the next few years of my life, because I have had to keep it quiet for a long time due to my jobs. If I didn't get my visa, or the job itself, but I had quit at my current job, then I would have been S.O.L.. Now that I have a job & a visa, I told my Sandwhich boss that I am moving, and gave them three weeks notice. Yup, I'm pretty much working til a few days before my flight. There are so many people I want to see, say bye too, get updates on, finish any unfinished business, but I'm not sure that three weeks will do the trick. I guess only time will tell, and the people that really want to see me before I go, will make the time, so it should all work out. So any friends reading this, give me a message on facebook or text me if you'd like to grab coffee before I go. As for everyone else, stay tuned.. my blogs about to get interesting.

Merry Christmas

As the holidays are finally here, everyone is coming home. People I haven't seen since graduation, since I visited them last, or since they left the country. When I graduated high school, I accepted that that day would most likely be the last time I was truly friends with a lot of those people. It is crazy how quickly people are influenced, and how easily people change. As people are coming home from school, it is clear that they have changed, some for the better, some for worse, and some I just can't tell which it is. Since I didn't leave yet, and i'm still in the same town, i've grown close to certain people and I can say that I am now happier than I probably ever was in highschool, because the friends that I have now, are ones that I am close with not because we had class together, or went to school over the years, but because we have true connections for deeper reasons than school can provide. Some I work with, some i've met through other people, and a small handful are from my high school. I have also come to realize that no matter what, my family is there for me. They will always be. Friends come and go in phases, but family is there, all day, every day of the year, no matter what. Yes there are fights, and arguments, but without a doubt in my mind, they are who I would chose to be around at the end of the day. When I was in high school, my social life trumped everything, and looking back on it, those people that I spent time with, we don't even text anymore, let alone actually have a face to face conversation. I put them first over everyone else, and it was wrong of me. With the holidays here and everyone being home, it made me realize who my true friends are, and what matters to me most. For those of you reading this, do me a favor. Call your parents, or even text them. Tell them how you feel, and how much they mean to you. You never know when everything can change, and you can never say "I love you" too many times, to the people that mean the most.

I am so thankful for everything I have. I am lucky and blessed. I have two loving married parents, a brother that I can look up to, a beautiful sister, and a healthy, hyper, handsome brother. My dog is adorable, and I have the best room mate anyone could ask for, my nana. I have a full time job as well as a seasonal job at my favorite retail store. Within the next 3 months, my dreams and aspirations will be coming true. I am FINALLY 18. I have more money in my bank than I ever had, and i've worked hard to earn every penny. There is someone in my life that words can't describe the happiness i have just being around him. The holidays always remind me of how lucky I am, and how I should try to be positive about life and the situation it brings. Not everyday is going to be a great day, but in every day it is possible to find a reason to smile. When I have what seems like the worst day ever, and nothing seems to go right. At 2 am, all it takes is a hot chocolate with little baby marshmellows, and a certain someone to turn it all around. This holiday season, I want everyone reading this, to think of what they are thankful for, to reflect on the year passed, have no regrets, learn from your mistakes, and find whatever makes you happy, or whoever makes you happy, and be with them. Life is only traveled once. Today's moments become tomorrows memories. So make sure you are making good memories, with good people. Have a very merry christmas, happy hanukah; festivus; belated eid, and a great winter solstice too.

The Pearly Gates

Have you ever thought about how you're going to go? By go, I mean leave this world, this life that you are currently living. Have you ever thought of going to a psychic to try and find out? I was thinking about it, and an one hand, if you always thought about death, it would kind of screw you up. On the other hand, knowing when you are going to go could kind of help you, couldn't it? You would know you could survive everything else.

I've always wondered about how it would all end for me. And who decides how it happens? Who picks and chooses who makes it to 93; who doesn't even graduate highschool; who doesn't even leave the hospital? Why do some get cancer, some have car accidents, some just go with time? Is it possible to 'cheat' death? Is there such thing as being at the wrong place at the wrong time? Is there a 'plan' for everyone, or does everything just happen? Do some people leave this earth, to teach us a lesson? Does everything happen for a reason? These questions fill my brain quite often. With no clear answer in sight.

I've never been a religious person, but I have been baptized and confirmed. My dads anglican, and my mom is catholic. My mom has a very close relationship to God, but I struggle with the idea. I think the bible has some great stories, but I am uncertain as to how true they are. Even if they aren't true, and you take out the religion, the bible has good morals and good lessons to learn. Its just about your interpretation of the stories.

I have never really believed in the typical "Heaven & Hell". I just can't imagine dying, seeing Jesus guide me to the white light, and then being greeted by God at the big pearly gates up on cloud 9. I'm sure i'd be greeted by the red devils in the burning inferno anyways! I just find that what most people consider heaven and hell its just too much of a dramatic story, and I don't buy it. To the people reading this, that DO believe in heaven and hell and you plan on being greeted at the pearly gates, all the power to you! I can see how other people can believe that they are headed there and that is what they are going to see, and I have no issue with them or their opinions. Mine just differ.

I think that when you die, you go to your happy place. Wherever you like. The world stays the same, just the people change. You are now in the after life, with everyone else that has passed before you. You aren't in any pain, you look the same, just healthier. For me, I would be on a beach in Key West Florida, waiting for Jimmy Buffet, having a drink in Margaritaville singing "Its 5 O'Clock Somewhere". I'd be relaxing and watching over my family in friends, without a worry in the world. For some people, they would be playing video games with the newest most hi-tech systems, not waiting until midnight for the new game to come out, because they would have it already. They'd be drinking Dr.Pepper, singing Come Sail Away, and be free from pain. They would be in a better place.

For those of you reading this and thinking, "that is ridiculous!". I'm okay with that! There is no way of ever know what happens once you go, this is just what i'm hoping for. I am in no way ready to leave this world, I have so many plans and adventures that I want to experience. Who knows if my plan is the true plan that my life has set..

So because no one knows when their last day will be.. dance in the rain; learn to play piano; start a blog; get a job at your favorite store just for the staff discount; call your parents just to say hi; treat yourself; wear matching outfits as your siblings (even though you are 18+); eat the chocolate cake with extra icing; tell someone off; skydive; take naps; laugh at a corny joke; make a bucket list; drive hours just to visit someone for a night; put family first; backpack europe; get drunk at a country concert; learn a new language; go on a date with someone who isn't your 'type'; make a scrapbook; say please & thank you; kiss the unkissed; hug the unhugged; love the unloved; because at the end of the day, its your life and you should live it the way you want to. In twenty years time, you'll be more disappointed by the things you didn't do, than the ones you did.

And always, always remember ..

"We're here for a good time, not a long time. So have a good time, the sun can't shine everyday. And the sun is shinin' in this rainy city. And the sun is shinin', isn't it a pity? That every year, has its share of tears, every now and then its gotta rain. We're here for a good time, not a long time. So have a good time, the sun can't shine everyday."

- Trooper 

"I found our fourth child, if God is willing and you are"

Everything you are about to read is a true story, of how my family fell in love, and adopted my brother. Its quite a long story, but its one that I love to tell. This was the article that made the Toronto Star on Friday, August 13th, 2010. This is the story of Jonathan Alcirin Smith.

'Earthquake had a silver lining for waiting orphan'

Jonathan Smith loves popcorn and drive-in movies, can eat an entire steak himself and ride a tricycle.
He’s got a mommy and daddy, shares a bedroom with a sister and says, “I love you” in perfect English. These are some of the new experiences in the 4-year-old’s life since he left Haiti in the first days after an earthquake ravaged his country Jan. 12.
What a journey it has been — from the cement floor of a homeless shelter to a cash-strapped orphanage to the comforts of a Canadian home.
Jonathan is one of 203 Haitian orphans adopted by Canadian families — many like the Smiths who had been working for years within the maddeningly slow Haiti system — since the earthquake. Only 10 came to Ontario, with the largest number going to Quebec.
Vincenza Smith first set eyes on Jonathan at a medical clinic in Port-au-Prince in 2007. “His skin looked like he’d been chewed by rats.”
Smith had gone to Haiti with a Niagara Falls Brethren in Christ church group to build homes and community buildings. Working in the clinic where she helped a pharmacist distribute medication, she met Jonathan and his 12-year-old mother
They lived in a homeless shelter where they slept on a cement floor. There was no running water or plumbing and Jonathan had a skin infection from lying naked on the dirty floor, says Smith.
Although he was provided with new clothes, they soon disappeared, says Smith, “probably sold to buy food.
Smith hadn’t the slightest intention of adopting when she embarked on her two-week mission. “I went down there wanting to help,” she recalls tearing in her Port Colborne living room.
“I thought maybe I’ll build a house, give someone a quality of life, “she says. “We have so much in Canada that we take for granted.”
But when she learned that Jonathan was being given up for adoption by his young mother, herself a child with no home or supports, Smith thought “I want that child.”
(Jonathan’s mother lived in the charity-run homeless shelter until it was destroyed by the earthquake and hasn’t been heard from since.)
The chef, who is married to real estate agent Michael and mother to Nicholas, 19, Carlie, 16 and Julia, 7, got the her family’s approval before moving ahead to get Jonathan.
Michael got an email that said, “I found our fourth child if God is willing and you are.”
He talked it over with the two older children and they were all in favour.
What followed was three years of waiting, paperwork, home studies and the collapse of the agency they’d been using for the international adoption. The orphanage asked them to send $100 a month to feed Jonathan as more and more children kept arriving and the adoptions were few.
Sometimes Smith agonized “it was not meant to be.” She didn’t go on a subsequent trip to Haiti with her church group because she couldn’t handle the pain of seeing the child who might never be hers.
Their case had just been revived when the earthquake struck and suddenly what was a slow-moving process jumped ahead at warp speed. It’s ironic that the earthquake had some “good,” says the family.
Although the Canadian government initiated Operation Stork to fast-track the adoptions of Haitian orphans already matched with parents and approved for adoption, Jonathan left Haiti in an evacuation by the American military that landed him in Florida.
Once the mix-up was discovered, the Smiths received approval to pick up Jonathan in the U.S. where they were on holiday with Julia and Nicholas.
There are signs of his difficult early years including a fear of military-style uniforms, being alone and abandonment.
One of Jonathan’s first North American experiences was a trip to Disneyland where he loved the attractions but reacted strongly to security guards or “anything that appears to be military,” says Smith. They presume this is a result of having been taken from the orphanage by military personnel.
He also didn’t want to have anything to do with his newly-decorated bedroom, vacated when Nicholas went off to university.
“I’d put a stuffed tiger on the bed,” says Smith, “I thought at first it had scared him. But, he was used to living with 15 to 20 people.”
So, they bought another single bed and popped him into Julia’s room. The two siblings are so close in age they’ve made wonderful playmates, says Smith.
In the early days after his arrival, Jonathan also suffered separation anxiety when any member of the family left.
He found it difficult to watch Julia “get on the yellow school bus” to go to school, says Michael. “If I went out to get a paper, he was in a panic.”
The couple worked at giving Jonathan a sense of permanence and an understanding that, if people go out of the house, they are not gone forever.
“I would go to work and come back every two hours,” to reassure him, says Michael.
Smith has taken a year’s leave from work to spend time with Jonathan while he adjusts to Canada.
Jonathan arrived only speaking Creole — a mixture of French and Spanish – but quickly picked up English from Smith, who armed herself with a Haitian dictionary “which was my best friend for the first four months of our time together”.
“Jonathan was like a sponge. Whenever I spoke to him, I would repeat the word in English. This past month I have not used any Creole or French.”
He’s getting ready to go to all-day kindergarten in the fall at the same school Julia attends and Smith is confident he’s got the English skills to thrive there.
Jonathan has fallen into a familiar routine, Smith says. The two youngest children start the day by making their beds and putting dirty laundry in the hamper. Other chores include setting the table and clearing the dishes.
“He enjoys watching Dora, Calliou and Barney,” says Smith, adding that he spends afternoons in the family pool where he is learning to swim.
“He was hesitant at first but now he goes under water, down the slide and jumps off the diving board.”
He’s doing all the typical summer activities enjoyed by any Canadian child from riding his bike and drawing pictures on the driveway to hide-and-seek. He got a remote control car for his fourth birthday in July, says Smith, which is his “favourite” toy so far.
During the interview, the two youngest are inseparable, buzzing around their parents in the living room before guzzling a yogurt drink and happily going off to watch a movie and eat popcorn.
Nicholas, who was used to playing with his much-younger little sister, says he adjusted to Jonathan quickly. One thing Nicholas noticed is that, although he was affectionate and liked to cuddle, “he didn’t know how to hug.”
He’s been teaching Jonathan to hang onto to him monkey-style with his legs and arms while being carried about on Nicholas’ hip.

Photo taken by me!

Says Smith, “We’ll be out grocery shopping, or doing something, and he’ll grab my hand and give it a kiss and say, “Mommy, I love you” just out of the blue, completely unexpected. He definitely welcomes all our hugs and kisses, too.”
And best of all, says Smith, “He’s really a happy-go-lucky kid.”

TGINT

TGINT = Thank God Its Not Tuesday.
Tuesdays are normally my day off, and i swear to you, nothing good ever happens on Tuesdays. Here are a few examples, all in just one lovely Tuesday.

So as you might have noticed.. I haven't updated in a while.. Why you might ask? Oh, simple answer. My laptop screen internally broke. Right along with my heart as it happened! To top that off, its $300 to fix a screen.. on a laptop that was $900, three years ago. This is absolutely ridiculous. Luckily, i'm just so tech savvy that I hooked up my laptop to a separate screen, and VOILA.. this is how its gonna be til boxing day. Then ill get my brand new baby <3. Cannot wait.

This whole situation was just a series of unfortunate events last Tuesday. Tuesday was my only day off this week, and a friend of mine had asked me to go to the movies that night. I was hesitant as it was my ONLY night off, and wasn't sure what I wanted to do that night. I ended up saying yes and we had planned on going to the late show to see Harold & Kumars christmas movie. So right around 8pm, i had finished getting ready, (he wanted to hang out before the movie too, hence why so early). I text him saying, "are we still on for tonight?" within just a few short minutes I get the text saying "can't, family situation"... in other words, "no I made better plans". Normally this wouldn't bother me as much as it did, but Tuesday was about the 5th day in a row that I made plans with someone, and they completely bailed without an apology or reason. REALLY?! yes. This basically set me off instantly. At the time, I had a friend over, who I was going to drive home and then go to the movies, so as I'm driving him home, we were going to hang out because I had been ditched that night.. but of course, he bailed too. BIG SURPRISE. No biggy, we made plans then for the next night, and he said he would make it up to me... The next night I get off of work, and text him saying i'm off and to text me when he got to my house.. No reply for about 10 hours.. His excuse was that he fell asleep cause he wasn't feeling good. I swear to god, if i wasn't mad enough, by this point i was outraged. I would love to know why people make plans, if they are going to bail. Every. Single. Time. It gets old, and i'm sick of it. When you make plans with someone and ditch you are basically saying that your time is more valuable and important then theirs. Friend of the year. Tuesdays are not my friend.

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Moving on... My birthday is in just less then a week, on December 7th. I am the kind of person that LOVES birthdays, probably my favorite day of the year. Unfortunately, most of my good, true friends, are either away at school, or in another country. As it stands, on my actual birthday I am working both jobs, and am probably hanging out with no one. So if anyone is reading this and would like to take me out for my birthday, or anytime next week for the sake of my birthday, I am more than happy to come out! If not, it will easily be the shittiest birthday ever.

Sorry this ones so negative, but I have had THE shittiest week I've had in a long time, and the only person that came close to cheering me up, was someone that came into work, and said "not to be creepy, but i read your blog".. So if you are reading this, (I will call you 'Vincenzo' as a code name:).. Thank you.