tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29838723628537042652024-02-19T11:06:38.700-08:00La Edad de los Por quéMandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-89426740286459566142014-09-04T14:19:00.001-07:002014-09-04T14:19:43.441-07:00The four of us. ∞<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; page-break-before: always;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Saw a movie today that in one way or another reminded me of my best friends... Okay, Not exactly. The movie is about how this three girls completely ruin their best friend's wedding dress out of anger and jealousy. Throughout the movie they discover how wrong they were, and in the end their friendship gets stronger in spite of all the bad things that got to them. And don't get me wrong, it wasn't all the bad things that reminded me of my best friends, it was the little moments they shared, reminding them of all the things they've gone through together. It was the little moments where I saw me and my friends reflected in them.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; page-break-before: always;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">In our group, Iris is the oldest, she's the kind of friend that places her feelings aside whenever we need her. She's someone I really look up to because I learn a lot from her every day. If she's feeling bad, she won't tell because instead she's trying to make us feel better. I've never met someone who's so protective of her friends like her. She always tries to protect us, like a big Sister. And for me, she truly is like the Big Sister I never had. Alexia is the type of person who is always joking. Sometimes things don't go out as she planned, something that happens to everyone, we're not perfect. But here is where she differs, normally everyone just gives up and stop trying; She doesn't. “Go on, you can do it.” she said to us in class “Lets keep going, we've got to win those diplomas and show everybody we can,” she repeated all over again, pushing us to do well in class. Camila, well... she never stops laughing. She's there and makes you laugh in your darkest days. Sometimes she gets a little crazy, but that just makes is better because we all end up laughing so hard that our stomachs hurt. But she's always there when you need her.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And I'm the quiet one, the shy, sometimes I'm to quiet to defend myself when things get bad... but I believe I'm a good friend. I'd do anything for them.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We've gotten into really big fights throughout the years, sometimes for really dumb things; Jealousy, anger, and sometimes Rumors. But in spite of how much we've fought, time went by and things got back to how they were before, like time never stopped. Our friendship grew stronger every time and we turned into family. We became sisters.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And within 20 years when we're all married and with kids of our own, we'll still be friends. We'll walk through the cities in spain as we visit alexia or through the streets of california where i'll live, or maybe we'll be here in our country, where we all met. And we'll keep laughing at the mischiefs, the craziness and all the moments we spent together, because why lie, we've been through so much together that alexia will film the movie of our lives after I finish writing the book.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The four of us have many things in common, but at the same time we're so different. For me that just makes it better, because each of us complements the other.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We're all different, but at the same time we're all alike.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU5IaCnE9wyBXgkqGOJ1Lc0yH_w7zpGMheaYRIl8hMuTbKaCRrXmrD7rnlqAmpr0gPWgGNyBeeFk8G5OGJJVaD5Kw64VQJ89YpAIojf_3Wvloy6DNUrxZLnmoDz_Z3jg3lGQpsd_aNIO0/s640/blogger-image--691917879.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU5IaCnE9wyBXgkqGOJ1Lc0yH_w7zpGMheaYRIl8hMuTbKaCRrXmrD7rnlqAmpr0gPWgGNyBeeFk8G5OGJJVaD5Kw64VQJ89YpAIojf_3Wvloy6DNUrxZLnmoDz_Z3jg3lGQpsd_aNIO0/s640/blogger-image--691917879.jpg"></a></div><br></div><p></p>Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-88830779359035917342014-08-17T07:49:00.001-07:002014-08-17T07:49:11.910-07:00Always there for each other...<div> Another year of classes prepares to begin at Panamerican school. A year in which I'm no longer part of. Its funny to think about how much things will change; some teachers will be new, some renewals of paint color in the basketball court, some new rules will be present. But some things, I believe, will remain the same as always. Like the same old jokes the biology teacher used to tell, or the same P.E routine every single day, for the rest of the year. And as a new chapter in my 15 year old brother's life begins, I feel responsible to pass on every bit of advice I can offer. It's his first year in High school, his first year with the same exact teachers, the same exact classes I used to have. But then, I remember; My 11 year old Little brother's life also begins another chapter as well. I climb down the stairs hoping I can tell him something, but the teachers he'll have are all new, I never met any of them. I don't know their breaking points, or how to survive their classes. But when I get to the Living room I find both of my brothers talking. Nick, the oldest is writing something on a paper. But as I get closer I realize its a diagram of some letters and words.</div><div>"So the teacher will do this at the end of every period" Nick says "So you need to take notes through the period, to find the answers faster" </div><div>And a smile crosses my face when I realize that my 15 year old brother was passing on advice and techniques to win over the teacher to my littlest brother. The same thing I did with him. </div><div>And as the year progresses I know we'll be there for each other always.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr9oOWwwH05et-addBgHV409AeyoGtAjESuMyHLUN4L9AuOMpwqwO8z5IP9ILvGBwHRi8Gjz_l4x3kxIpB9td03ERn8rRqa3AGh1vzhFs03h2pLGtnIWKL6LKPhDkNPwHEmzwyIP7oioo/s640/blogger-image-732716096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr9oOWwwH05et-addBgHV409AeyoGtAjESuMyHLUN4L9AuOMpwqwO8z5IP9ILvGBwHRi8Gjz_l4x3kxIpB9td03ERn8rRqa3AGh1vzhFs03h2pLGtnIWKL6LKPhDkNPwHEmzwyIP7oioo/s640/blogger-image-732716096.jpg"></a></div></div>Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-75465719421439247262014-08-10T00:08:00.001-07:002014-08-10T00:08:32.747-07:00Heaven is for Real.<div><br></div><div>Is heaven for real even though you can't see it? </div><div>Do you see the wind blowing? No. But you know that the air is there, you feel it when our hair moves as the rhythm of clasical music drifting throughout the air. </div><div>So you know that God is there, even though you can't see him. He is on the first light of a new day, on the falling leaves, on the joyfull laugh of a little kid. You've got to believe, even on the things you can't quite see, because even though you don't see, you know they're there. He's there.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh205WY7hzXHKVdqMVVifwoSpnNv8fi4ooF5lrn3G4sWnX4sKoa-ta9fmXGDaD3W5GNcH89DjQGQzQdJuyaiEfg6jyCiLmjj36ZpGp3gglqosuWtfDUZEKVjn7zJFXvSP6gIpeplWoVfmo/s640/blogger-image--521630998.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh205WY7hzXHKVdqMVVifwoSpnNv8fi4ooF5lrn3G4sWnX4sKoa-ta9fmXGDaD3W5GNcH89DjQGQzQdJuyaiEfg6jyCiLmjj36ZpGp3gglqosuWtfDUZEKVjn7zJFXvSP6gIpeplWoVfmo/s640/blogger-image--521630998.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-27754369797791414122014-04-14T11:10:00.001-07:002014-04-14T11:10:23.380-07:00I won't say goodbye, just Farewell...<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Ever since this school year started, i just wanted it to end and get this over with once in for all. to finally graduate and start living my future. But now that i'm here two months away, i dont want it to end. Im not ready to say goodbye to everyone. it may be that I don't loose them, but I know some of us wont ever see each other again. its easier in school because we see each other every day, but the moment it takes a little effort, that moment is when things start to change. i just want to hold on into this moments and never let it go, because even though it brought problems and fights, these have been the best years of my life. the years where I met my true friends, when I learned whom to trust and whom not. its where I met the people who turned me into the girl I am today. and Im thankful to all of them for giving me a little piece of themselves. either if it was just a moment or a long time, each and every single one of them changed me somehow.</span>Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-2746930902766689402014-02-28T21:01:00.001-08:002014-02-28T21:16:29.740-08:00Memories of Grandma...Seven years have gone by, seven years without listening to her voice, her distinctive laugh, seven years without watching her emotions blossom as she told her stories, her adventures. One thing I'll always be sorry for is that she never got the oportunity to see me graduate, see me standing on stage with my cap and robe ready to get my diploma. I won't see her, but I know that in a way she'll be there cheering and feeling proud. That's all I wanted, to make her proud. I don't want to forget about her and I think we never will. I remember everything, but sometimes her face becomes blurry. I can't see her, but sometimes I get little glimpses of her; In the poem my mom knows by memory, just like she did. In the little red plants with long stems and red flowers that grew outside her house. In the pencil collection she held in her house that now lays in my closet reminding me of her every time I see it. <div>Seven years went by, and seven more will go on, but the memories will lock inside our hearts forever.</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx6bTNQFXptL4DmDGmbWwy0k4sbvDEvEC8Ja3CveCVUcQPhphMeikBNGIa_X9NTL1cvmFud46bFCbDrD-BWOj-aX0mzxhBuyFGBXOFqtJjVRFCzjHWvXT-rGzKOepuoGOmFPyhU6R8Ln0/s640/blogger-image--232790190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx6bTNQFXptL4DmDGmbWwy0k4sbvDEvEC8Ja3CveCVUcQPhphMeikBNGIa_X9NTL1cvmFud46bFCbDrD-BWOj-aX0mzxhBuyFGBXOFqtJjVRFCzjHWvXT-rGzKOepuoGOmFPyhU6R8Ln0/s640/blogger-image--232790190.jpg"></a></div>Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-37743264112127476852014-02-16T09:48:00.001-08:002014-02-16T09:48:25.384-08:00Why do you choose the friends you have?<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Why do you choose the friends you have?</span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What makes you say "these are the ones I trust." The answer is not as simple as it seems, but I guess you truly can be friends with everyone, but best friends are the people you connect with the most. They've seen you at your worst and still decide to be your rocks, the ones you lean on. Best friends eventually become family. Theres nothing you can say or do to push them away because just like a rubber band they bounce back to you. Best friends always find a way back to each other, even after the worst fights. You can get along with everyone, but best friends are the sisters you didn't asked for and still are glad they're here to guide you along the way</span></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGORBr42QBvICPkuCXj32UzjKyaFdZ6arIpz6fL-hZ9l97W7cgsGyLfzZXA3ZxJQZzzv9JqBwJwpPKpmIPFfRzbgqy_2ChvEvgEe8eebsVij_kShizYl8rOx9f2kH_6GM8BqQBe1V-WIU/s640/blogger-image-231701182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGORBr42QBvICPkuCXj32UzjKyaFdZ6arIpz6fL-hZ9l97W7cgsGyLfzZXA3ZxJQZzzv9JqBwJwpPKpmIPFfRzbgqy_2ChvEvgEe8eebsVij_kShizYl8rOx9f2kH_6GM8BqQBe1V-WIU/s640/blogger-image-231701182.jpg"></a></div>Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-8878491294201105732014-01-29T17:06:00.001-08:002014-01-29T17:06:14.012-08:00Thankfullness<div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">when we hear the word thankyou, we dont give much of a meaning, cause its just another word. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">but one of the biggest effects in life is gratitude, simply giving thanks.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">being gratefull for the smallest things makes you happier. were not perfect, but gratitude make us better.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">be grateful for your family, friends, enjoy the time you have, cause you dont know when life will give an unexpected twist changing everything.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"gratitude is living life as if everything was a miracle"</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">its important to be grateful everyday, with ourselves, with others, and specialy be thank ful to god, that has given us everything</span></div>Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-14256014719725204232014-01-23T15:34:00.001-08:002014-01-23T15:34:08.256-08:00New Year, New Beginning...<br><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A new year can mean something different for everyone but one thing is for sure, a new year is a new beginning.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">While some people use the new opportunity to change, others take risks and chances. A new beginning is given to us to start fresh, make amends and learn to forgive the ones that hurt us in the past. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Some people use the opportunity to become someone they truly admire, while others set goals for themselvves, goals they would like to achieve. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">So forget the mistakes you made before and enjoy this new year, because a new page of your story is waiting for you to start writing it. This is a new year, a new beginning...</span></div>Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-64911779791288606932014-01-05T12:30:00.001-08:002014-01-05T12:30:59.977-08:00A Good Friend.Life's too short for us to be taking it for granted. You never know when someting will take you by surprise. That's what happened to my friend: he was someone that enjoyed every bit of life, was thoughtfull and considerate. He touched the life of many people around him inspiring everyone. His love for nature and passion for music made him so talented and smart. Life shows us that no one is perfect and it's the mistakes that teach us who we truly are. <div>Heaven has a new angel and he's watching us from up there. </div><div>MJV R.I.p</div>Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-5523544241679573762013-06-14T21:29:00.001-07:002013-06-14T21:29:45.046-07:00Forgive and forget...That's what they say!In life you'll learn many things, you can learn them everywhere, and this time I happened to learn a big lesson in a show called Grey's Anatomy. Its about learning to forgive...<div><br></div><div>"In life only one thing is certain, besides death and taxes... No matter how hard we try, no matter how good our intentions, we are going to hurt people. We are going to get hurt. And if you're ever going to recover, There's only one thing to say. Forgive and forget. Thats what they say. Its good advice, but it's not very practical. When someone hurt's us, we want to hurt them back. When someone wrongs us, we want to be right. Without forgiveness, nothing is ever settled. Hurt never heal. And the most we can hope for is to Forget." -Grey's Anatomy.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-41018361950491947152013-06-14T21:18:00.001-07:002013-06-14T21:18:14.716-07:00Friendship Throughout the Years!Its overwhelming with the fact that in one year, we'll be graduating from high school. Teachers have seen us grow; from 2 years old up to 17 now. It will be hard to go, leave our friends to take different paths. It feels just like in that movie "High School Musical" when they say goodbye to each other. I think back and I remember how I met each single one of my friends, how I got close to them, how each of them has left a print in my life, how we all became brothers and sisters in some way. In our class we fight, we argue, we yell, and get mad; but we also talk, smile, laugh, and share many memories together. We are all different, but thats what makes it better, what makes it special. Its been a long road for all of us to get to this point. Some of us have been together since we were four years old, others got here later, and others are new, but we're all family.Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-78957516181563639892012-11-01T10:49:00.000-07:002012-11-01T10:49:20.966-07:00"Winter The Dolphin"<br />
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December 10 2005 a bottlenose dolphin, with only three moths old, got trapped on a crab trap near florida. the rope cut off the blood supply to the tail, a little fishing boat spotted the little dolphin and a seaworld team took her to Clearwater marine aquarium.</div>
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the aquarium employees decided to name her Winter. Winter survived but giving that the reason that the tail was dead and useless and needed to be amputated.</div>
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;">At first it was thought that Winter would have to learn to swim without a tail, but this forced her to swim with a side to side body motion instead of the normal up and down motion that dolphins do, and the veterinarians feared that this unusual movement would damage her spine. Kevin carrol, </span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;">who had designed prosthetics for other animals , volunteered to h</span><span style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 10px;">elp </span><span style="line-height: 10px;">and started working on a prosthetic tail for Winter. She broke the first tails that Carrol builded, they made her incomftarble and hurted her.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">Carrol and a team of experts took a year and a half designing and testing a tail for Winter, eventually settling on a simple silicone and plastic tail. A gel-like sleeve was used under the tail, in order to prevent it from irritating Winter's skin. In Winter's case however, both the flukes and the caudal penducle had been severed, making the task much more difficult. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">After Carrol found a way of building her the perfect tail winter learned aging how to swim and her health improoved.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal;"> Despite the odds against survival, Winter's energy and ability to adapt to her new physical form has become better than the expectations of many experts. Winter has done amazingly well in the short time since her stranding. She has completely healed, adapted to a new swim pattern, and learned to eat fish on her own...about twelve pounds a day! She is growing quickly, and now weighs in at 230 pounds!</span></span></span></span></div>
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Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-64932692016310042772012-07-18T20:11:00.000-07:002012-07-20T10:01:55.671-07:00Music is all around us!"Without music life would be a mistake." Music is all around us, on the radio, the TV, even on the street. Music is a kind of way to escape from all the troubles that surround us. Because music is "God's little reminder that there's something else besides us in the universe, a harmonic connection between all living beings, everywhere even the stars." Everytime you're feeling low, music will always bring you up when you're down. "Music is all around us, all you have to do is listen."<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbGGLhEPT4fKMEL18cvzOJT1LWu3RBP8UQPmPmoFa-RRIRRc5MVGHv5FfUDw-hwJZBr0ljGQQnkm604mxVAwg0Af0bnN_zUlI80NlYAd_8vrPPlv7OKvg52CAPtp3lHX2TW2odbQPLROQ/s640/blogger-image-1098855178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbGGLhEPT4fKMEL18cvzOJT1LWu3RBP8UQPmPmoFa-RRIRRc5MVGHv5FfUDw-hwJZBr0ljGQQnkm604mxVAwg0Af0bnN_zUlI80NlYAd_8vrPPlv7OKvg52CAPtp3lHX2TW2odbQPLROQ/s640/blogger-image-1098855178.jpg" /></a></div>Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-37186596588169756262012-03-08T20:24:00.000-08:002012-03-08T20:24:51.106-08:00Stop KONY 2012!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE4PVnbLw654Bm6FUhEtxX-IAQnVdgQbbY46awOC0ZO3S_x4D53OWpfzFWW1dfTRgBVQ7LfvK_ASMy54Qk3BQHJ4J0tS7cH2xybRYGfWu95yKD7qdjuhBllePGn7_T4bd1YAvAVCIb3FI/s1600/AnhBZJyCAAIpU0d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE4PVnbLw654Bm6FUhEtxX-IAQnVdgQbbY46awOC0ZO3S_x4D53OWpfzFWW1dfTRgBVQ7LfvK_ASMy54Qk3BQHJ4J0tS7cH2xybRYGfWu95yKD7qdjuhBllePGn7_T4bd1YAvAVCIb3FI/s320/AnhBZJyCAAIpU0d.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">"Joseph kony is one of the world’s worst war criminals and I support the international effort to arrest him, disarm the LRA and bring the child soldiers home."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">He created the Lord's Resistance Army (LRA). The LRA is a militari group with strong religious ideology. Known for the wrong things they do with their civilians. Directed by Kony the LRA has earned the reputation of doing things against other countries. No one knew about this until one man, Jason Russel, went to ugandi africa and met jacob. 10 years after meeting him they became realy good friends, but before knowing him, jacob was in a realy diferent situation. "He was running for his life". They discovered that people in there was being arrested and taking children from their home. Those kids were terrified. Jason russel wanted to do something, that things couldn't keep going on, so he made a promes to jacob, a promess that he would keep until justice was done. He did that promes not knowing what it would mean. But now that he does, he has fought to fullfill it over the past 9 months.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">But this can't be done by his own, Kony needs to be captured, so he builded a plan to fullfil it, and if we do we'll change together human history.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">But time running out we need to stop this before december 31 2012 cause after that, this history expires.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">And our mission is to stop the LRA and their leader, JOSEPH KONY.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">How we're gonna do it? ... With our determination anything is possible.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">For 26 six years kony has kidnapped children from their homes taking them to the rebbel group the LRA and forcing them to kill their own parents, and its not a few children, its thousands of them. In 2002 kony became first on the court's list and the number one that they wanted to catch.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">"Its obvious kony needs to be stoped, but the problem is that 99% of the planet doesn't know who he is, if they knew, kony would've been stoped long ago."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Jason thought that if the goverment of the U.S knew, they could help them to stop kony, but at first everyone told them that there was no way that this could be done. So they told the ones they could about uganda and the invisible children, when they heard they were shocked and devastated.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">They started a comunity that kept growing and growing, so more and more people knew about this. They got creative and they got loud, spreading their voice. But Kony was still out there and needed to be stopped. The community they created shared the idea "that where you live shouldn't determine wheather you live."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">They rebuilded what kony had destroyed. So they rebuilded schools, they created jobs, and they builded a radio network, so no matter where they're at they could hear each other.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">"All of this was funded by an army of young people." And donated money to a program called TRI and proved that a bunch of littles could make a big difference. And thanks to that, the unseen became visible. Everyone got together to make a change. Now that many people supported them, they went back to the white house, they met with congress men, senators, one by one and they agreed with them this time. "What I was told that would never happen, Happened" - jason russel.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">They got a letter from the president of united states telling them that they had his support. He sended a small number of military forces to help them find kony. Now that they had all support, nothing could stop them.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">"After 8 years of work, the government finaly heard us." -Jason russel.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">In october 2011 many soldiers were sent to central africa to assist the african army and finaly find kony.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">But one problem apeared, kony discovered about this so he escaped to prevent being captured.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">But NOW they know what to do...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Here it is: READY?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">"In order for kony to be arrested this year, the uganda military has to find him. In order to find him they need the technology, and training to track him in the vast jungle. Thats when the american advisers come in, but in order for the american advisers to</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Be there , the US government has to deploy that. They've done that but if the government doesn't believe that pleople care about arresting kony, the mission will be CANCELED. In order for the people to care, they have to know, and they will only know if Kony's name is everywhere. This is the dream,KONY arrested for all the world to see, and the abducted children to return home."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Here is how we're going to make him visible:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">"We are going to make Joseph Kony a house hold name, not to celebrate him, but to bring his crimes into the light. And we're starting this year 2012.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">We're calling 20 culture makers and 12 policy makers, to use their power for good. We'll start with the 20 cultural makers: celebrities, athletes and billionares that have a loud voice. We're calling 20 of the most diverse and influential culture makers to speak out about kony and make him famous. Then we're going after policy makers, the ones that have the authority to make kony captured. So we need to remind them that no matter what side you're on, this is something we can all agree on. Our goal is to change the conversation of our culture and get people to ask, who is joseph kony?.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Its always been that the decitions made by the few money or power, dictate the priorities of their government, and the media, they determine the lives and the oportunities of their citizens. But now there's something bigger than that; the people of the world see each other and can protect each other is turning the sistem upside down and it changes everything."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Joseph kony was commiting crimes and no one cared, but now, we ALL care, now we are united all together for a change in our world. What we do or don't do, will afect the future that will come.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">"We are not just studying human history, we are shaping it."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">When I grow up I want to be able to say to my kids that the world together made history, that we changed something, something that realy matters to us, I want to teach them that everything is possible as long as you believe. And be able to say that when we come all together great things can happen...</span>Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-8801262306533758542012-02-28T19:50:00.000-08:002012-02-28T19:50:34.540-08:00Abuela...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk6-pW9R80v0xsHF4AWAH8-fhnukxHqrTUGhNOBPCnyd8BeYItCYqjCx0shnHsm4cZOWHaXOnIgqabCHC-0oCs-iE0nWoNffZHVvAq_Cq3XenJWJ39bm6ORPHnbxwYpbX7tGOSdmkFvGo/s1600/67653_447477457289_836972289_5202316_3340295_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk6-pW9R80v0xsHF4AWAH8-fhnukxHqrTUGhNOBPCnyd8BeYItCYqjCx0shnHsm4cZOWHaXOnIgqabCHC-0oCs-iE0nWoNffZHVvAq_Cq3XenJWJ39bm6ORPHnbxwYpbX7tGOSdmkFvGo/s320/67653_447477457289_836972289_5202316_3340295_n.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk6-pW9R80v0xsHF4AWAH8-fhnukxHqrTUGhNOBPCnyd8BeYItCYqjCx0shnHsm4cZOWHaXOnIgqabCHC-0oCs-iE0nWoNffZHVvAq_Cq3XenJWJ39bm6ORPHnbxwYpbX7tGOSdmkFvGo/s1600/67653_447477457289_836972289_5202316_3340295_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></span>Pasaron 5 años ya, 5 años sin ella.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;"><br style="text-indent: 0px !important;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;">Sin las historias, sin las anécdotas.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;"><br style="text-indent: 0px !important;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;">Me hacen falta las risas, los abrazos y todo el apoyo que siempre nos dio.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;"><br style="text-indent: 0px !important;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;">Mi abuela era mestra y siempre nos enseñaba algo nuevo, como ser mejores personas y cosas de la vida.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;"><br style="text-indent: 0px !important;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;">Ella dibujaba y escribía y me gusta pensar que también heredé eso de ella. Mi abuela fue como un héroe, pasó por muchas cosas difíciles, como la guerra, en la cual tuvo que abandonar su casa y sus cosas y solo ir con sus hijos, fue una heroína al cuidarlos y hacer lo mejor por ellos. La extraño tanto, pero</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;"><br style="text-indent: 0px !important;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;">sé que ahora esta en un lugar mejor, y nos cuida desde allá, nos mira todos los dias y esta feliz. Ella está feliz.</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px;">28/2/2008 </span></div></div>Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-44879149666952507842011-12-31T10:34:00.000-08:002011-12-31T11:26:05.393-08:00Este Año...Este a<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">ño crecí, lloré y reí mucho. Me hice más valiente, aunque a veces tenga miedo. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Pero sé, que mientras este con mi familia, amigos o hermanos, somos fuertes por que Dios nos cuida.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Lloré, me enojé, me caí, mis "Amigos" me botaron.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Pero gracias a los verdaderos amigos, aprendí a levantarme.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Siempre tuve miedo a perder, y sí, varias veces perdí,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">pero gracias a eso gané mejores cosas,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">y me di cuenta que a veces, también, es bueno perder,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">por que aprendemos de los errores y aparecen cosas mejores.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Este a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">ño tenemos que estar listos para abrir los ojos, para confiar, para perdonar, para crecer y para hacer las cosas mejor.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Por que con este a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">ño tenemos un nuevo comienzo, para divertirnos, para reír hasta que nos duela, para enamorarnos, para disfrutar con nuestras familias, y para reír con nuestros amigos....</span>Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-1504888009350885222011-10-15T21:46:00.001-07:002011-10-15T21:46:31.206-07:00Una Cuestion de Fe..Abrir los ojos da miedo, por que vivimos en nuestro propio mundo, viendo solo lo que queremos ver, y cuando abrimos los ojos y vemos el mundo real; el sufrimiento, pobreza, injusticia, queremos regresar a nuestro propio mundo.<br />
Hay que enfrentar la realidad. "Dicen que la fe mueve montañas, pero una montaña de fe mueve mucho mas." Hay que tener fe en que las cosas van a mejorar. La esperanza es lo que le sigue a la fe y lo último que se pierde. "Ahí donde todo está perdido, donde solo hay desconsuelo,desolación, vacio, donde solo hay restos de un pasado que nunca va a volver, ahí también hay esperanza, porque es lo que queda cuando ya no queda nada. Por eso es tan importante conservar la esperanza; conservandola confe, fe en uno mismo y en la vida."<br />
Y la falta de fe es falta de luz, porque fe es creer en algo aunque no lo podamos ver.<br />
Creen en que "Tras las nubes el cielo es siempre azul", en que no se puede tener un arcoiris sin un poco de lluvia y creer en que después de todas las tormentas siempre sale el sol y brillará más que nunca.<br />
Las tormentas siempre pasan y apesar de todos los desastres que causan, pienso que es una cuestión de fe, creer en que todo estará mejor...Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-27691760368975877112011-09-11T07:54:00.001-07:002011-09-11T15:37:03.057-07:009/11<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Vy3hXBfadnH1h-r0eJyURxwfbrY0v9dzg5vI0uwhYTKYlMVZNd8-u7gXa4YvX04seiUN_QeMgjpxHH5tU6d-FyJEOqmktONP8bjgzzLQNf7Kt4lhOVATv5AP6arE7RN5Zw2qPQNTY5c/s1600/9-11_Statue_of_Liberty_and_WTC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Vy3hXBfadnH1h-r0eJyURxwfbrY0v9dzg5vI0uwhYTKYlMVZNd8-u7gXa4YvX04seiUN_QeMgjpxHH5tU6d-FyJEOqmktONP8bjgzzLQNf7Kt4lhOVATv5AP6arE7RN5Zw2qPQNTY5c/s320/9-11_Statue_of_Liberty_and_WTC.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Era solo un día normal, martes. Millones de personas se preparaban para ir a trabajar, muchos pensaban que el día iba a ser hermoso... Otros subían al avión y se alistaban para despegar y viajar. Todo parecía normal, hasta que a las 8:46 el desastre aparece... El avión chocó contra la torre norte del World Trade Center. Se vio como una bomba, cayó por el piso 74. Las personas buscaban cómo salir, el edificio se estaba llenando de humo, todos tenían miedo, pero la mayoría conservaba la calma y trataba de ayudar a los heridos. Varios minutos pasaron y a las 9:03 el desastre acumula cuando un segundo avión aparece y choca contra la torre sur. Ahora las 2 torres, llenas de miles de personas, están quemándose.<br />
Lejos del piso toda las personas buscaban una salida, algunos heridos y otros desesperados, algunos perdían la calma y saltaban afuera del edificio, todos tratando de salir.<br />
Todo comenzaba a despedazarse y a desaparecer, de repente la ciudad de Nueva York se ve envuelta en una nube gigante después de la caída de las torres.<br />
Personas buenas y de buen corazón perdieron su vida tratando de ayudar a los demás. <br />
Ese día es recordado por las 2 torres cayendo, pero también hay que recordar a las personas que sufrieron, miles y miles perdieron una parte de ellos ese día, nada volverá a ser lo mismo. <br />
Pero hay que recordar también a las personas que, aunque no sabían qué hacer, conservaron la calma y se comportaron como héroes, buscando a las personas y sacándolas, también a las que arriesgaron su vida por el bien de otros... Muchas personas buenas murieron.<br />
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Todos sabemos que el 9/11 habla de una historia de dolor y corazones rotos, pero también habla de valentía, coraje y de la esperanza que nunca se perdió.<br />
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Ahora todos miramos hacia atrás y recordamos con dolor el 9/11...<br />
La vida continúa, pero nunca olvidaremos a todas esas personas buenas que estuvieron ahí, algunas perdieron su vida y otras se convirtieron en héroes...<br />
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(En memoria de las víctimas del 9/11) We'll never forget you....Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-3473787625667972172011-06-14T19:28:00.001-07:002011-06-14T22:57:17.208-07:00El Sueño De New York...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Siento que fue un sueño, cada vez que intento recordar como fue, siento que no lo viví, que todo fue un sueño.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Viví quejándome por todo, por que hacia frío, porque me dolían los pies, por todo... Pero es algo que nunca voy a olvidar, la pase súper bien.. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Desde que llegamos al aeropuerto que empezamos a seguir a una señora porque ella sabía mucho de ese lugar, la seguimos y la seguimos, hasta nos metimos a la fila con tal de estar atrás de ella, pero llego un momento en que se perdió de nuestras vistas, a mí no me importo así q fuimos a buscar nuestras maletas, salimos y estaba haciendo un gran frío, era un frío que nunca había sentido, buscábamos un taxi que nos llevara al hotel. Eramos solo nosotras 2 mi mamá y yo. Al final nos subimos a un taxi que no parecía taxi, mas bien era una mini van, yo creí q nos iban a robar, pero no, bueno sí, el hombre nos robó 180 dólares pero eran las 12 de la noche, solo nosotras 2 así q ninguna se iba a poner a pelear.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Llegamos al hotel, no era un hotel de 5 estrellas pero era un buen hotel, con tele y a veces internet.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Lunes 18 abril...</b></span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">El primer día nos levantamos temprano y caminamos por la 94 de Broadway, había un Starbucks en cada esquina y todos diferentes, seguimos caminando y llegamos al "Café Lalo" el lugar que sale en la película favorita de mi mamá "You've Got Mail", tomamos algunas fotos y seguimos caminando, y al fin llegamos al Museo de Historia Natural, no habían abierto todavía así que nos sentamos un rato a esperar. Cuando al fin abrieron un montón de gente entraba. El lugar no se parecía en nada al que sale en Una Noche en el Museo, pero compramos las entradas y fuimos a ver todo. Habían exhibiciones de animales, de las épocas antiguas y todo, pero lo q mas me gustó fueron los dinosaurios, habían muchos. Estuvimos como 4 horas ahí, pero salimos y fuimos a Central Park. El parque era gigante con árboles de cerezos y otras cosas. Para donde miraras habían pájaros volando libres y ardillas caminando. Tratamos de verlo todo pero era demasiado grande y ya se estaba haciendo tarde, así que volvimos caminando por la 94 de Broadway hasta el hotel. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Martes 19 de abril,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nos despertamos y salimos, atravesamos todo Central Park para llegar. Nos paramos en la parada de buses esperando al BxM11(creo que así se llamaba). Pasaban los minutos y el bus no llegaba, yo me desesperaba y me quería ir, mi mamá me decía que todo iba a estar bien, que ya iba a llegar el bus. Cuando al fin llegó no nos pudimos subir (no teníamos la tarjeta, hahahah) pero bueno, nos subimos a un taxi y llegamos al Bronx Zoo, era el zoológico más grande que haya visto, me encantan los animales así que ese zoológico me encantó, parecía un bosque, y los lugares donde estaban los animales eran grandes, tenían un gran espacio para estar, había tigres, lemures, cocodrilos y cualquier animal que se pueda ocurrir. Estuvimos varias horas ahí, llovía y llovía, pero lo logramos ver todo. Al regreso no encontrábamos un taxi, caminábamos y caminábamos, preguntábamos pero nada. Yo tenía miedo y sabía que mi mamá también, pero lo disimulaba para no asustarme. Pasaron varios minutos y encontramos a un hombre, en inglés le preguntamos si sabía dónde había un taxi, él nos empezó a explicar, se dio cuenta que hablábamos español y nos empezó a explicar en español, como no entendíamos él se ofreció a llamar un taxi por nosotras, y así fue, en menos de 2 minutos llegó el taxi, era negro, por eso es que no habíamos encontrado uno. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Regresamos al hotel y descansamos.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Miércoles 20 de abril.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Esta vez no tomamos un taxi, nos fuimos en el metro, era igual a como salen en las películas. Llegamos al fin a Broadway, al Museo de Cera de Madame Tussaud's, era una fila muy larga, pero una vez adentro podías ver las estatuas de todos los actores famosos, se parecían mucho. Mi mamá se emocionó al ver la estatua del que sale en Indiana Jones (no me acuerdo el nombre) y se tomó varias fotos, también encontro a Hugh Grant y a la mujer que se ríe (Julia Roberts), pero creo q el que más le gusto fue George Clooney. Seguimos más adelante, por que el museo esta organizado por épocas y llegamos a donde estaban los pintores y escritores, más adelante estaban los presidentes y mucha gente famosa, seguimos caminando y al fin encontramos a Justin Bieber, se parecía, pero brillaba mucho por la cera, pero igual me tome fotos con él.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">El día no había acabado aún, fue entonces cuando nos subimos a un bus de 2 pisos descapotado de arriba (CitySights New York), nos llevó a dar un tour por New York, pasamos por el Empire State, por un edificio como plancha y varios edificios antiguos. Fuimos a la Estatua de la Libertad, la vimos tan de cerca, era verde, con una luz brillante arriba. En ese lugar había una estatua de los restos de las torres gemelas con una luz encendida con fuego, conmemoraba a los que murieron el 9/11. Al final del dia llegamos al Rockefeller Center, tenía una pista de patinar rodeada de banderas de todos los países.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nos dimos cuenta que Times Square quedaba a una cuadra adelante de Madame Tussaud's, estaba llenísimo de personas, parecía de mentira, habían letreros de todos los tamaños, encendidos.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Jueves 21 abril..</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tomamos otro tour alrededor de New York, esta vez nos subimos al Empire State, antes de subir tuvimos que hacer una gran fila, y nos pasaron varias cosas malas durante eso, hahahah, que no mencionó por que mi mamá se va a enojar. Después de 2 horas ya estábamos arriba en el piso 86, era muy alto pero se veía todo desde arriba, se sentía como estar en la cima del mundo. Pasamos enfrente de la universidad de música mas famosa del mundo, Julliard. Vimos el otro lado de Central Park y vimos edificios donde viven famosos, además de eso, ese día estaban filmando una película en Central Park. Fuimos al Met, un museo donde mi mamá lloraba cada vez que veía una pintura, decía que se sentía como escuchar una canción de tu artista favorito, eran obras de Arte, ella lo vio todo, lo disfrutó y hasta lloró, yo me aburrí, pero verla a ella muy feliz me hacía sentirme feliz también.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Viernes 22 abril...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Era el último día, era el día mas frío de todos, creo que estaba a 5 grados. Mi mamà estaba emocionada, íbamos al Moma, a ella le encanta el arte y reconoce las pinturas con solo verlas, sabe de quien son y las técnicas de pintura, habían muchas pinturas muy bonitas y otras que creo que hasta mi perrita pudo haberlas hecho, estuvimos varias horas ahí, mi mamá se emocionaba y lloraba otra vez. Mi mamà había visto fotos de ese museo en internet, pero creo que para ella fue lo mejor haber ido, se lo imaginaba, pero haber estado ahí en persona es mucho mejor que soñar con estar ahí. Salimos del museo y el frío era insoportable, no aguantaba mis manos, regresamos al hotel, pero antes de ir pasamos por una pequeño parque, mi mamà lo había visto antes, es el que sale en su película favorita también. Era nuestra última noche ahí, después de todo, no me quería ir, lo mejor de la última noche fue haber caminado por la calle 94 de Broadway con mi mamá buscando Skittles de todos los colores, riéndonos y compartiendo.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">New York me enseñó algo muy importante en la vida y me dio la oportunidad de compartir con mi mamá, New York me enseñó mucho y a pesar de haberme quejado tanto, creo que pienso volver a ir algún día otra vez...</span></div>Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-84443286875710264742011-06-10T18:16:00.000-07:002011-06-14T22:41:36.100-07:00Un Héroe de verdad..Para ser un héroe no es necesario tener súper poderes. Un héroe es quien hace cosas por el beneficio de otros. Tener Súper poderes y trajes con una capa larga no significa ser un héroe, un héroe siempre pasa desapercibido entre los demás, sin que nadie se de cuenta de él. Un héroe siempre esta pensando en formas de como mejorar el mundo, mejorar el mundo para los demás...<br />
Ser un héroe significa estar dispuesto a dar la vida por la vida de otros...<br />
Estar dispuesto a ayudar a los demás sin esperar nada a cambio..<br />
Ponerse en el lugar del otro, sentir lo que sienten, sacrificarse por el otro, eso es un héroe.<br />
Un héroe no necesita ser el mas valiente del mundo, por que ser valiente no significa no tener miedo, ser valiente significa hacer las cosas a pesar de tener miedo y eso es exactamente lo que un héroe hace.<br />
Busca como hacer el bien sin pedir nada a cambio, un héroe de verdad, un héroe al que todos tenemos dentro, todos podemos hacer el bien, todos somos capaces de ser Un Héroe de verdad...Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-79052982403885251062011-05-22T20:48:00.001-07:002011-05-22T20:48:11.526-07:00Vivir El Presente..."No entiendo la gente que dice que todo tiempo pasado fue mejor, para mi, lo bueno de mi pasado es que ya paso"<br />
Aveces nos ponemos a pensar y vemos lo que esta pasando en el presente, y nos decimos a nosotros mismos "quiero volver al pasado, nada de esto pasaba antes" y quisas es verdad, las cosas no eran tan dificiles.<br />
Siempre va a haber un momento en el que queremos volver a ser chicos, a tener libertad, no preocuparnos de los problemas de los grandes<br />
los niños pequeños solo se preocupan por jugar, pero los adultos, mientras mas crecen mas responsabilidades tienen y mas preocupacion.<br />
Yo siempre veo a los adultos, corriendo de aqui para alla, apresurados para pagar cuentas y todas esas cosas, siempre preocupados y me pongo a pensar que quisas piensan es cuando eran chicos, sin ninguna preocupacion ni responsabilidad.<br />
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No entiendo la gente que se emperra con remover su pasado ¿Qué es lo que buscan? ¿Qué esperan encontrar? El pasado te amarga, te da insomnio, te vuelve obsesivo. Porque por mas que quieras el pasado ya paso y no se puede volver el tiempo atras...<br />
Solo hay que seguir hacia adelante, vivir el presente y esperar para un mejor futuro...Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-60769784186632382222011-05-10T13:01:00.001-07:002011-05-10T13:01:13.057-07:00Mamà...Mamà es quien nos da la vida, quien nos aguanta 9 meses en su panza para despues dejarnos salir y conocer un mundo nuevo, lleno de grandes aventuras.<br />
Desde muy chicos una madre siempre nos apoya y nos da su amor, sin importar lo que pase, nos ve crecer y convertirnos en grandes personas, pero la verdad nada de eso seria posible sin ellas.. Desde muy chiquitos nosostros siempre queremos ser como nuestras mamàs por que para nosotros son lo mejor en este mundo ... Apesar de los enojos, una madre hace lo que hace para el bien de nosotros por que nos aman.<br />
Una madre es quien nos ve crecer, desde que aprendemos a caminar hasta que nosotros mismos seguimos nuestros sueños y luchamos por hacerlos realidad.<br />
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Para mi Mamá que nos hace sentir orgullosos , dia a dia, que vivimos muchas risas juntos y muchas aventuras, Para Mamà a la que amamos ... Mamà quiero seguir tus pasos..Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-50482741839773616722011-04-23T18:31:00.001-07:002011-04-23T18:31:20.716-07:00Vuelvo A Casa...Me fui tan lejos buscándome <br />
Y estaba en casa lo que soñé <br />
Me fui corriendo tras un tal vez <br />
Y no te hallé <br />
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Me fui siguiendo una ilusión <br />
Me fui dejando mi último adiós <br />
Me fui creyendo en otro amor <br />
Me fui perdiendo mi corazón <br />
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Me fui sintiendo un gran dolor <br />
Me fui llorando por este amor <br />
Me fui buscando algo mejor <br />
Volví a mi mundo y volví a vos <br />
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Donde hay esperanza está mi casa <br />
Donde hay amor está mi casa <br />
Donde estás vos está mi casa <br />
Y al fin hoy yo vuelvo a casa <br />
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"Vuelvo A Casa- Teen Angesl"Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-8227359014982587102011-03-20T13:16:00.001-07:002011-03-20T17:45:38.257-07:00Papa Quiero Seguir Tus Pasos...Todos cometemos errores y cuando estamos enojados es cuando hacemos mas... Cuando alguien nace, los bebes no saben lo que pasa ni que hacer, pero mientras crece observa y aprende de sus papas. Va creciendo y creciendo y siempre sigue el ejemplo de sus padres. En la vida hay muchos obstaculos como cuando aprendes a caminar por primera vez, no lo logra a la primera ves, cae varias veces pero siempre se vuelve a parar. Cuando nuestros padres nos enseñan a andar en bicicleta, sin importar todos los moretes y caidas lo seguimos intentando hasta que alfin podemos solos. Mientras vamos creciendo los obstaculos son mas dificiles pero los padres siempre estan ahí sintiendose orgullosos. Cuando ya tenemos la edad adecuada nos enseñan a manejar y nos apoyan cuando nos graduamos y nos tenemos que ir para seguir nuestros sueños y nos enseñan a seguir adelante intentando y a siempre seguir nuestros sueños...Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983872362853704265.post-62040032018374894472011-02-26T19:43:00.000-08:002011-02-26T19:44:58.370-08:00La Aventura Mas Grande de Todas...Algunas personas piensan que crecer te da libertad, libertad de hacer lo que querras cuando vos querras, pero la verdad, crecer no es solo libertad, tambien es responsabilidad, responsabilidad de tomar las decisiones correctas y alejarse de las incorrectas. Yo no se tanto de crecer pero dicen que crecer da miedo, Cuando no sabes adonde vas y que camino tomar, aveces da miedo. Da miedo crecer y tener que irse, dejar todo atras para buscar una vida mejor. Crecer es la aventura mas grande. Cuando creces ves el mundo con diferetes ojos, puedes tomar tus propias decisiones. Crecer vale a pena, puedes cumplir todos tus sue<span id="fullpost">ños, puedes sentirte libre y al final de todo poder decir que todo valio la pena... todos tenemos un camino largo por seguir, la aventura mas grande de todas es crecer, o asi como Peter Pan diria "Vivir seria la aventura mas grande de todas"... :)</span>Mandy Boshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14063962455888304876noreply@blogger.com1