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I was born and raised in Guadalajara, Mexico moved to the United States when I was 13 yrs old I was not fortunate to be born with a silver spoon in my mouth.
I'm the oldest of 10 children. My path was chosen by fate, before I was born as I was not born from a loving relationship. I was never able to receive an education in Mexico as I was raised by different relatives and they could not afford to pay for my education.
I have accomplished many things in my life here in the United States; my field of knowledge is in the area of fine jewelry. I was a jewelry manager for a very large dept store for most of my life. I have been writing poetry since I was 13 yrs old but I had never posted my work till February 2006.
I can't help posting this so everyone can read
Cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging
On his chain next to his dog tags.
You talk trash about your 'buddies' that aren't with you.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.
You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.
You complain about how hot it is.
He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.
You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.
He doesn't get to eat today.
Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.
He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean
You go to the mall and get your hair redone.
He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today
You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.
He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.
You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do every day.
He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.
You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.
You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.
You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.
You see only what the media wants you to see..
He sees the broken bodies lying around him.
You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.
He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.
You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.
You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.
He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long.
If you don't support your troops well, then don't send this out. You won't die in 7 days, your love life won't be affected, and you won't have the worst day ever.
You don't have to email this.. It's not like you know the men and women that are dying to preserve your rights
REMEMBER our Troops, and do not forget them LATER
Lest we forget -
KEEP THE CHAIN GOING
Yolie Aka Morning Star Note :
This was an E-Mail send to me I thought I shared with all of you
As I read this e-mail there was so much pain felt in the core
Of my heart my eyes begun to tear and then the
Tears just kept rolling down my face, and thought in silent
If it wasn’t for these soldiers were would we be?
And what would the world be without this man and women
I don’t even want to imagine
My heartfelt thanks go to all man and women
Of the armed forces for keeping our country safe!!
And to all the veterans’ who made it back from
All the other wars THANK YOU…..
Light a Candle of hope for their returne home
Write a letter to a soldier; place a smile on his face
Don’t for get to pray and thank and check the hand of our veterans
And every Man Woman of the Armed forces
Include them in your daily prayers for the holidays are
Upon us send them thanksgiving Cards
And a Christmas note
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