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The #1 Unforgivable Sin Most Women Commit In A Relationship...

What if I were to tell you that there's an unforgivable sin
almost every woman commits around a man?

What if I were to tell you that hundreds of millions of women do
this EVERYDAY with their man?

What if I further told you that most women who do this have no idea
that they're committing a horrible sin?

Are you wondering if you do it too? Before I talk about this sin,
I'd like to share a story with you...

It's a story about Cindy & Matt. They have been in a
relationship for the last 2 years. They always had a great
connection, it was like they were made for each other but lately
things aren't the same.

Cindy is very worried...She can sense that Matt is a lot more
"inside his head" lately, he isn't being as open as
he used to be. She misses the comfort of the days when she could
talk about something & genuinely connect with him.

But now she is living a life of quite desperation because
Matt's behavior is confusing her, She is feeling a lot more out
of control, she is spending her days in constant fear &
anxiety, she wants to know what's going on but lack of
communication from Matt is only making things worse.

She is a lot more miserable now and misses the closeness but it
seems like Matt doesn't really care.
She is wondering if it's something she has said or done which
is causing this? She can sense this huge gap in understanding &
a giant invisible wall between herself and Matt.

But there is an even bigger fear which is freaking her out, she
fears that maybe Matt is thinking of breaking up with her. She
fears that maybe he is doing things behind her back & has
someone else in his life.

The very thought of imagining Matt with another woman makes her
feel this ugly feeling in her stomach, her heart starts to pound
faster and it makes her feel literally paralyzed.

Have you ever had such a feeling around your man? Have you ever
felt that awful feeling in your gut when you didn't know what
was going on inside his head and you feared that maybe he was
thinking of leaving you?

Well maybe you have faced a similar situation or maybe you
haven't... but I bet you can relate to that nasty feeling that
surfaces when you don't understand your man.

Hundreds of millions of women go through this every single day. But
do you know why this happens? It's because most women commit
the number 1 unforgivable sin in a relationship which completely
ruins their chances...Want to know what this sin is?

Here it is and I want you to listen carefully to this...The number
1 unforgivable relationship sin is - Not Knowing How The Male Mind

I bet you're wondering - huh? This isn't really a sin. Yes
it is and let me tell you why. It's a sin because not
understanding how the male mind works will always lead you into
relationship issues and problems, you will always find yourself
confused and frustrated.

And it's unforgivable because it can completely ruin a happy
relationship and often times can lead to a painful divorce or a
breakup which could have been avoided. Not understanding the male
psychology can send you on emotional "tailspins" for days
on end, and you will feel out of control as a result. It is without

This can be the devastating kiss-of-death to your relationship
unless you do something about it right now. Follow this link right
now & watch the video on the next page till the very late

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From the Widow of A Soldier...

A Poem By Randa Manning-Johnson


Left Behind in disbelief and in a state of confusion.

This couldn't be happening.  It's just all an illusion.

We just talked, exchanged emails, you were coming home soon.

Never imagined in a box, draped with a flag, under the cover of the moon.

Can't help but wonder if you suffered...was it quick?  I hope you felt no pain.

While still trying to hold it together, in hopes of not going insane.

The kids still need me, so it's required that we go on.

But there's no way to erase the pain of a loved one that has passed on.

Now living second to second, when before day by day.

Trying to smile through the tears in a room filled with grey.

But I can take pride in the memories that seventeen years can bring,

And Thank God for the Gift of You, our Children and the Honor of wearing Your Ring.

It's been tough adjusting to a New Life for which I had no plans.

But I can honestly say that with God, I am in good hands.

The kids are doing well, God protects them that way.

But for me it's a little different...This was a huge price to pay.

Although this could be considered a horrible situation.

I can easily find the good because of my Biblical Foundation.

And one thing I can Always hold Dear to My Heart,



Dedicated to my husband Stacy O. Johnson, First Class Petty Officer USN, who died during his final deployment to the middle East.  Ten days after his birthday and two months before his scheduled return home.



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Written for Quaylynn Dabney

I heard about a 14yr old boy killed during a store robbery. Even though it was him and his friend doing the robbery, my heart goes out to him and his family. I wrote this poem in remembrance of Quaylynn. I do not know him or his parents personally but God gave me the gift and so I use it to help others. I'm hoping this piece will save other teens. This poem is written to be spoken from the mouth of Quaylynn Dabney.

Sometimes we find out the hard way...

On that day I decided to take things into my own hands

To find a get rich quick skeem seemed to be the plan

But things didn't turn out the way I had visioned

A shot to my body made by someone's instant decision…

to take my life.

I know that my reasoning for the robbery wasn't right

Didn't think that the decision made would take my life

Didn't think that I would be the one laying there motionless

Didn't think I would be in a position that would leave me helpless.

Hanging with the wrong crowd could've been why this took place

Didn't know that my life would end this way

So now how do I ever get a chance to change my mind

How about I paint a portrait of my forgiveness in the sky.

When we hear of children losing their lives we think we're invisible

Living like it will never be us will have us doing the unthinkable

I bet you wonder why I was out at that time of night anyway

God was getting ready to call me home is all I can say.

I know the tears fill the eyes of my family and friends

And I know the hurt and the pain has only began

I know that it'll be hard to open up your hearts and forgive

But God knew on that very day that it would be the last moment I live.

And as we know, things truly happen for a reason

And I know that my death to ya'll wasn't all that pleasing

And I know that the blame weigh heavy on your hearts

But maybe If I was standing in their shoes that shot may have not been that hard…

to take.

And me saying that, I know doesn't replace the fact that I'm gone

And no matter how I try to make it sound, my death will always seem so wrong

And we may say that there were other ways around this

But at that single moment, I found that…

God called me home to be with Him that day

He sent one of the most beautiful angels to come and carry me away

He left with you memories to enjoy

And gave me away to try and help every young girl and boy by…

Sending these words to say that life is really precious

And you don't have to die so that others learn a lesson

While you have the chance it's time to turn things around

And we need to stand up and put the guns down

And we need to learn to make better decisions

And watch who you hang with and don't let peer pressure have u wishing..

you would've made better choices.

Let these words as you read them be a positive voice that says,

God wants better for our lives and our parents love us more than that

Take your spare time and give that love back

And though my life is no longer, these words to you I give

Let my death be the reason that you live.

I'm out,

Qualynn Dabney

(Written by Leukemiona Daniels, 2010)

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My heart goes out to those affected by the loss of a child whether by death, imprisonment or to the streets. In my hometown there are a lot of children killing one another. There are a lot of fatherless children due to this. There are a lot of parents with pain and anger in their hearts. There are a lot of families hurt by this.

My God given talent is to write poetry...write poetry that helps, heal and save lives. On my Facebook page is where I do most of my writing but I would love to share some of them with you. I write personalized poetry for anyone in need of comforting words, a good laugh, uplifting or just because.

I hope you enjoy...

I sit along side the ground I was buried in

My arms wrapped around my legs and I'm wondering

How did I get here? So quick. So fast.

Is this the length of time my life was suppose to last?

I sit here wondering wut is dude thinking

Does he have a care in the world that in this ground my body sinked in.

Did he get caught yet or is he wondering free?

Is the picture of my body laying there helpless all that he see?

I sit bottom on my bunk in this cell

Angry that at such a young age, my life will forever be in jail.

Can't escape the eyes of the young man who's life I took

Pain buried in my heart as, at my life I look.

No way to apologize. No way for him to hear.

Well, if he's wondering. Behind these walls for my life I fear.

That moment I asked to be taken back to

That bullet I ask for it to reverse back thru...his body.

I wonder if he knew that, that day I shot me

Only I lived. No permanent wound but a dead life I'll live.

I sit mourning my child's death

I sit hating that his life has ended

I sit with hatred in my heart

I wish that boy's life in jail could be ended...

but I know that's not right.

For some reason he still has life

Maybe it's to save another

My heart goes out to that boy's mother.

I sit on the edge of my bed crying

My son is in jail while another mother's son is lying...6ft under

My mind wonders and I don't know wut to say

I know she's hurting and my words won't end the pain

But I would wrap my arms around her and say,

Though I cannot remove the pain that you feel

From one mother to another...I know God is real.

And for my son I send my condolences and apologies

Cause when you cry, I also weep. I'm so sorry.

(Written by Leukemiona Daniels, 2010)

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Hey there divas, just checking in on you to see how everything is going. I am doing ok, just wondering what is going on. There have been so many celebrities dying lately, and now my Aunt Peaches and a few guys that I grew up with. It seems to be a privilege to make to 30 years old. Well my aunt was very old, but now I feel for my grandmother. She lost aunt peaches, uncle sunny, its only uncle phil and she left. Just want everyone to be safe and keep in touch with your family.On another note, I wanted to share a link with you to show support. I am a columnist for and i am focusing on the Atlanta night life. If you will, show support by reading my articles and forwarding them on to friends, family, etc. Thanks a mil and have a great week everyone! R
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One of my favorite poems is called "The Dash" by Linda Ellis. Written shortly after her grandmother’s death, it’s an eloquent invocation to live one’s life thoughtfully...So, what on earth is a dash and why should it count?We are born and then we die. But what really matters is what happens in between. By making a conscious choice to live our lives with passion and purpose, we can leave our mark on the world by leaving it in a better place than we found it.

THE DASHby Linda EllisI read of a man who stood to speakAt the funeral of a friend.He referred to the dates on her tombstoneFrom the beginning…to the end.He noted that first came her date of birthAnd spoke the following date with tears,But he said what mattered most of allWas the dash between those years.For that dash represents all the timeThat she spent alive on earth…And now only those who loved herKnow what that little line is worth.For it matters not, how much we own;The cars…the house…the cash,What matters is how we live and loveAnd how we spend our dash.So think about this long and hard…Are there things you’d like to change?For you never know how much time is left,That can still be rearranged.If we could just slow down enoughTo consider what’s true and real,And always try to understandThe way other people feel.And be less quick to anger,And show appreciation moreAnd love the people in our livesLike we’ve never loved before.If we treat each other with respect,And more often wear a smile…Remembering that this special dashMight only last a little while.So, when your eulogy’s being readWith your life’s actions to rehash…Would you be proud of the things they sayAbout how you spent your dash?(Article submitted by Michelle James: 1961 dash ....)
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Your ~ Mother's Love!

Tears and hugs, intimate talks about loveFuture endeavors and all that we treasureHopes and dreams that we prayed would come trueThat's only a portion of what I've shared with you.Aspirations shared through conversationsAs I poured out my very heart,And you listened intently, and smiled gentlyAnd took your own turn to share your thoughts.You've always seen the best in me and you've covered me in your prayers.And the thing that blessed me most of all is... no matter what you've always been there.You helped me through my lowest points, when even I detested my actions,And we praised God through my roughest times; not giving the enemy any satisfaction.I got saved with you that special night, over 11 years ago, I recall.What a blessed event that followed ~ the lowest point that I could fall.Mother, you mean so much more than these words can express,When I think back over our relationship ~ I see, it was you who loved me best.And I pray to God that I've returned the favor,For acceptance of souls is what we all long for and dear one, that is what I savor.You see, I've been in your family 17 years now;And you've accepted and loved me through it all somehowIn a way I know only to be ChristTo be my mother and friend, you've sacrificed-And I don't take it lightly, this bond that we shareAnd my promise to you is ... I will always be there.I'll hold your hand until the very end.When a new life in Christ one shall begin.I will cherish you always; your laughter, your love, your wisdom, your hopes and desires.Remembering always the times that God has allowed us to seeAnd the love that you've so generously given to me.You've enriched my life, you are my family;Thank you for all that you've taughtAnd for sharing with me your grand heart.Momma, I can't imagine my life without youAnd I pray that we've many more years.However, today I am sharing my heart and I'm making it crystal clear.I love you more than you'll ever knowMore than my actions and these few words could showAnd I know that you'll always be nearBut, I'm giving you your flowers while you're still here.And I am eternally grateful to God ~ for sending me blessings from above.For He brought you into my lifeSo, I can experience YOUR MOTHER'S LOVE!_____________________________________________________________Abridged Version---Originally Presented: IN HONOR of YOUR MOTHER's LOVE ~ Birthday 2006IN LOVING MEMORY of Mrs. ANITA (TEE TAH) JONES (Ex-mother-in-law)Passed OVER on July 7, 2008
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