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The moon went down
I am asleep.
I talk to God and
go to sleep
by Audra Lindamood, Age 6
Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis
A fter all is said and done
M any people won't have fun.
Y ear by year, day by day,
O thers are forced to play,
T his game that fate has put them in,
R acing to be among those win.
O bserving others on the street
P raying that they won't have to compete.
H elping each other on this flight,
I nfinite courage to win the fight
C ontinuing on with all our might.
L iving in wonder as each day goes by,
A llowing hope to grow and never to die.
T rials come and trials go
E agerly waiting for the cure to show
R elying on people to help us out
A nd hoping they know what it's all about.
L earning how to cope with all the changes,
S imply trying to rewrite life's pages
C onsidered as a rare and orphan disease
L ou Gerhig's makes unbelievable boundries.
E nergy is lost fast and slow,
R epeated daily wherever PALS go.
O bserve others and how they live,
S haring knowledge we freely give.
I ntent on living life, full and free,
S urrounded by friends and family.
John McDaniel March 9, 2002 ©
I know a lovely lady, who is very nice indeed,
She is a child of God and tries to help when there is a need.
She knew of a family, that was going through a very hard trial,
And true to her ways, got very busy trying to make everyone smile.
She rises early in the morning to spend time upon a bended knee,
And the Lord gave her vision and told her what this family would need.
A mother needed a child with her, as her son was very ill,
A handicap room was a need that the Lord would surely fill.
No one knew how long it would take or how it would come about,
So Pat began to work by faith, giving no room for doubt.
She got to work, with a committee and they worked out a plan,
They raised money for this room, and things started now to stand.
When it seemed we had to stop or we just couldn't go on,
Then God would increase our faith and doubt would soon be gone.
People all over town pitched in to help from the footer to the shingle,
It seemed that all I ever did was walk around and mingle.
Donations poured into this room, that you see standing here,
And workers came from all around, some far and some near.
So if people say there is no God and they never look around,
Then they have never received such love that came from all over town.
So thanks goes out to all of you who gave, to Pat and the committee,
For words can't say how I feel, receiving love from so many.
John McDaniel ©
Q uality means a job well done,
U ltimately following the required doctrine.
A lways striving to do what's right,
L aboring always, day and night.
I nstilled with work ethics so true,
T o working out any problem or issue.
Y earning to raise the standard of care.
C ontinuing to make others aware.
A round the city and the town,
R elaxing when a minute is found.
E xtra care is what you give,
N urturing others and help them to live.
U nderstanding that it's a hard job to do,
R arely hearing the words, "Thank You"
S o in this season of holiday giving,
I say thank you for helping the living.
N ot knowing how hard ths job is to do,
G lad tiding is what I wish for you.
John McDaniel ©
STEREOTYPE
AS YOU GO DOWN THE HIGHWAY AND SEE A BIKER,
EVEN A BUM OR A HITCH-HIKER,
WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU THINK ABOUT?
IF YOU SEE SOMEBODY WITH A BIG WAD OF CHEW,
OR YOU SEE SOMEONE COVERED BY A TATTOO,
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK ABOUT?
WHEN YOU SEE A PERSON THAT IS HEAVY SET,
OR YOU SEE SOMEONE THAT HAS TO BET,
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK ABOUT?
WHEN YOU SEE SOMEONE WITH CANCER FROM SMOKING TOO MUCH,
OR A PERSON WITH AIDS THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO TOUCH,
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING THAT YOU THINK ABOUT?
WHEN YOU SEE SOME KIDS THAT THINK THEY ARE COOL,
AND THEY ARE ALWAYS BAD IN SCHOOL,
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK ABOUT?
AND AS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO SEE A HURT MAN,
WHO IS DOWN ON HIS LUCK AND NEEDS A HAND,
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK ABOUT?
THEN THERE ARE THOSE WHO HAVE COMMITTED A CRIME,
AND EVEN AFTER THEY HAVE COMPLETED THEIR TIME,
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK ABOUT?
THERE ARE MANY DIFFERENT KINDS OF STEREOTYPE
ALL ARE STUPID AND FULL OF HYPE.
PEOPLE ARE PEOPLE NO MATTER WHO THEY ARE,
IF THEY WALK OR DRIVE A NICE CAR.
THERE IS A SAYING,"FOR BETTER OR WORSE",
IT COULD BE YOU THAT IS PLACED IN THE HEARSE.
JUST LIKE THE WATER THAT GOES DOWN THE DRAINPIPE,
EVERYONE WILL FIT THE STEREOTYPE !
John McDaniel ©
JUST LIKE YOU by Michelle Scott I had everything I needed,
everything was going great.
But tragedy struck,
my help was too late.
Sometimes I wonder why,
maybe I didn't go fast enough.
But now you've left me,
and each day is rough.
You've gone to heaven,
I know you're in a better place.
But I had to cry out to GOD,
I wanted to see you face to face.
I miss all the hugs,
and the talks we had.
Just being with you,
made me so glad.
I'll make you proud,
I won't be like the rest.
I'll be an image of you,
because I love you the best.
Inside of Me When I look into the mirror, I see the same eyes,
But I see an outside me that's like a disguise.
Still I cannot fight what other eyes see,
What I've always been is still inside of me.
I can't speak my thoughts, like I did before,
Though I think the same way, maybe now even more.
Nothing has changed from my point-of-view,
Even if I can't do things like I used to do.
Something wicked is defeating my age,
And I don't have the strength to express my rage.
Nevertheless, my brain is okay,
As my body gets weaker and weaker each day.
I wish you'd remember me the way that I was,
When I lived my life like everyone does.
Don't talk to me like I'm just a tot;
My body is sick. My inside is not.
I'm feeling alone here while I'm sick,
But even now I like a good flick.
Bring one by to watch it with me,
Or we could just sit and watch some tv.
Maybe you could read some Scripture aloud.
By comforting me, I know God would be proud.
I need you, Friend, though I cannot ask,
For this illness is such a challenging task.
Please rest assured, I don't have the plague.
Tell me your memories of me aren't that vague.
The outside is different; I know what you see,
But I'm still the same on the inside of me.
By pb Hill
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