Love. By: Jaeson Ma

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No charge for Love

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups, and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard.
As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt tug on his overalls.
He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.

"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."

"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat of the back of his neck, "these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket,
he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've
got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"

"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. "Here Dolly!" he called.


Out from the doghouse and down ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.
The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed
something else stirring inside the doghouse.

Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up....

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.

"How much?" asked the little boy.

"No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love."

Denim Update

Before


3 1/2 months later...

Healing a Broken Heart

Thinking about you.

Wondering why I can't get over you.
Hoping, that you'll either like me back or I'll get over this.
Wishing that I had never fallen for you and we could just be a normal pair of friends.

Dealing with a broken heart isn't easy. Especially in the weeks after the "lets just be friends" speech. But, there are a lot of things out there that helps get over the pain and gets you on with your life.

-Go for a walk, visit friends who care about you.
Calling your friends to ask for support helps. There isn't 1 person on the planet that dosen't have some understanding of what a broken heart feels like. Let your friends help you, care for you, and give you support.

-Get a pet... you can love them unconditionally. No matter what, pets are a wonderful source of love. And with a broken heart, love is what you need.

-Try something new; take a class in something that you've been interested in. When going through grief, remind yourself that life moves on.
You have to move on to the next chapter of your life - explore new passions.

-And if you can't do much for yourself at the present time, maybe you could try helping others.
Do some volunteer work at a soup kitchen, your church, or even visit friends who are ill or in need. As soon as you help someone else, you aren't spending so much time with your own mind, and negative thoughts.

Though I enjoyed being loved by a girl for 2 weeks; instead of moping over a relationship gone wrong, all I can do is give thanks for those 2 weeks of happiness.

And as painful the situation might be, I have to remember to let my feelings be.
If I keep stuffing my pain, I will carry it forever.
Letting the sadness, hurt, pain, and anger wash over me will make it go away much faster.

Dealing with a broken heart is a painful, messy time. Even if you have dealt with break ups before, the end of each relationship is unique and requires a new plan for moving on.
Certain stages, such as being sad, being mad, and finally moving on are normal when dealing with a broken heart so embrace, rather than fight these developments.

The day you wake up looking forward to each new adventure is the day you'll realize that your heart has healed.
Don't rush to this conclusion, but have faith that it will come when it is supposed to.

Remember, as long as you learn from this experience, then nothing has been wasted!

Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened!

The Bridge

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Varsity Fanclub - Baby Steps

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There is a girl at school which I really really like :)

She is really special to me. It's funny how big of an impact she has on me.

One of my friends asked me today "why I like her?"

Well, she is an awesome person and hanging out with her is really fun.

We do the most random things during class (like getting caught doing other things while we were supposed to be doing work) and yet, I just love it. Even if we were just sitting there not saying anything, you have no idea how much it means to me.


She is into the same clothing I like. She will laugh at your jokes even when they are not funny.
She is a very loving and caring person. She is one of those people who you could go to in times of trouble and she will cheer you up. You can talk about anything and it will not be boring.

On a previous post in my blog, I mentioned how I get really shy when it comes to talking to girls... especially the ones I like. The thing about her is that I can talk to her and not be "shy"

Before, each morning when I open my eyes, I wanted to just stay in bed and not go to school. Now, I actually want to go to school just so I can be with this person. :)

People will forget what you said.
People will forget what you did.
But people will never forget how you made them feel.

If you're alone, I'll be your shadow. If you want to cry, I'll be your shoulder. If you want a hug, I'll be your pillow. If you need to be happy, I'll be your smile... But anytime you need a friend, I'll just be me.

The truth of Wrestling

Wrestlers are the strongest, fastest, and smartest athletes in the world. But that's not what makes them unique. They are the MOST dedicated people in the world.

They sacrifice their lives to a sport of fighting. Where practice is 3 hours of lifting and throwing and conditioning. 3 hours of a literal street brawl. They give up there social lives. They can't party and get drunk because making weight on Saturday won't allow it. They cant go smoke after school cause they worked too damn hard to get into shape.

They have no team out on the mat with them to help get past an opponent. They stand on a mat with all eyes on them, alone. No one to fall back on when they make a mistake; no safety to make the tackle, and no goalie to make a diving save.

They are the leanest, meanest, and strongest in the world. Ladies want them, men want to be just like them.

So this is a tribute to all those who sacrifice everything: their free time, their food, and most importantly their life.

Why would someone work so hard, till they are puking in practice, sweating in their 3 layers and a sauna suit? Why would they go to practice instead of that badass party?
Or why would they induce the blood sweat and tears? The early morning runs, or mid day workouts or the extra run after practice to lose that last pound to make weight?

The road in wrestling always ends in tears. The man that takes second cries cause his dreams are over, and the man that wins it all cries more than anybody because finally everything that they have worked for is worth while.

Wrestlers will wrestle through anything because they are friggin' wrestlers. And greatness walks right with the word wrestler. I salute all who commit there life to something greater, something bigger than themselves.

Wrestlers don't do wrestling cause they like it, you would be crazy to like to beat yourself up on a daily basis, and get beaten up by teammates and opponents just as much. Yet there are the few who love it, they do it cause they were born to. These select people I applaud.

There is no future in wrestling, no pro league, no million dollar contract. Just a smelly practice room and a dream to be great. Wrestling is not a sport, its a lifestyle.

Have you ever wondered which hurts the most: saying something and wishing you had not, or saying nothing, and wishing you had?