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Interests:
seeing how they do not have a open space for those special ones in your life im going to place it here.....my children are my main concern..my 18 year old daughter who 2 years ago was playing in a county softball game when all of a sudden she passed out....after taking her to the emg room we found out that more than half of the blood vessels in her brain burst....she went through a 18 hour surg to repair whats known as AVM....i thank God everyday that he changed his mind in giving her,her final feathers to complete her angel wings...my 21 year old son who just returned home after being in iraq for 23 months...at 17 he asked me to sign for him to enter the army..telling me he had his own reasons why and one day he would explain it all to me in hopes that i would understand...
at the age of 17 he was a short haired tight muscled kid who under normal circumstances is condsider by society as half a man half a boy not yet dry behind the ears not old enough to buy a beer but old enough to die for his country..he was one that always wanted to work but he found it tough to find a good paying job..he would rather wax his own car than wash mine....he is a high school graduate who was a average student.. pursued some form of sports activities..drove a car that was 2 years old....had a steady girlfried who either broke up with him when he left or swore to be waiting for him when he returned home from half a world away...he listens to rock and roll, hip hop,jazz and swing and weapons fire...he is 10 to 15 pounds lighter now than when he was home...he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk...he may have some trouble spelling big words,thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time, in the dark...he can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or a grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must..he digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional...he can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march..he obeys orders instantly and without hesitation be he is not without spirit or individual dignity...he is self-sufficient...he has 2 sets of fatigues he washes one and wears the other...he keeps his canteens full and his feet dry..he may not always find time to send a letter home but always time to clean his rifle..he can cook his own meals mend his own cloths and fix his own hurt...if you're thirsty he'll share his water with you if you are hungry his food...he'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low...he has learned to use his hands like weapons and his weapons like they were his hands...he can save your life or take it because that is his job..he will often do twice the work of a civilian draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all..he has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime..he has wept in public and in private for his friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed...he feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to "square away" those around him who havent bothered to stand or even remove their hats or even stop talking...in an odd twist day in and day out far from home he defends their right to be disrespectful...just as did his grandfather and great grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom...beardless or not he is not a boy...he is the American fighting man who has kept this country free for more than 200 years...he has asked nothing in return except our friendship and understanding...remember him always for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood...
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Favorite Quotes:
lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman--
luckier is the woman that is the last love of a man--
never take that certain someone for granted
hold that person very close to your heart
for one day when you least expect it
you may realize that you have lost that diamond
while you were too busy collecting stones--
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About Me:
100% italian ( sicilian ) and from jersey--
that alone will make any man run the other way to the highest hills as fast as he feet can take him--
raised old school italian and still live by thoes rules today--
the family is always first--
i know my place in public, more important i know my place behind closed doors--
everyday life deals us into the game its weather we play or fold that matters most--
it doesnt matter how many times life knocks us down its how many times we can once again stand tall--
i do not need a man in my life to survive--
i would only like to have that one man that will always be honest with me--
i would rather be hurt by the truth then led on by a lie--
finding that one man that will--
walk with me in the winter snow--
sit with me in the summer rain--
enjoy the scent of spring--
notice the changing colors of the fall leaves--
share with me a long hot steamy bath--leaning back on me and allowing me to wash away his day--as we watch together the candle flames dance with passion and romance-
one who will allow me to find where his heart is hiding and not carry the passion i hold for him as a heavy burden--
one who will share with me a ice cold glass of milk and a pb&j sandwich at midnight--
one who knows how to find that one special star inside a sweet pear or a tart apple--
one who knows a single rose is worth more than a dozen--
one who will kiss my forehead and slowly run his fingers down my face--
one who will allow me to watch him as he dreams in hopes that i will enter those dreams if only for a moment--
one who knows that life is not measured by the breaths he takes but how many times he allows me to take his breath away--
when the final feathers are added to my wings and if i am lucky enough to be given a choice to come back as anyone or anything---
my ONLY choice would be---
the single tear of the man that allows me to hold his heart---
what more could i ask for---
then to be conceived in his heart---
born in his eye---
to live on his cheek---
only to die again on his lips---
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