*sigh* I can not seem to get responses from companies about jobs... They all want a minimum amount of experience that I don't have. It is just so frustrating. Everyone knows that there is a shortage of nurses, but no one is calling back. This means much less time on HP until I can become gainfully employed. I will still check messages and stuff, but I will be turning all my energies to job hunting. If anyone in San Francisco is looking for a new LVN let me know.
Unknown "Howler" Content - 16 years, 8 months, 23 days ago

Forgive us that often we forgive ourselves so easily and others so hardly;

Forgive us that we expect perfection from those to whom we show none;

Forgive us for repelling people by the way we set a good example;

Forgive us the folly of trying to improve a friend;

Forbid that we should use our little idea of goodness as a spear to wound those who are different;

Forbid that we should feel superior to others when we are only more shielded;

And may we encourage the secret struggle of every person.

-Vivian Pomeroy

Unknown "Howler" Content - 16 years, 8 months, 28 days ago

Despair is my private pain
Born from what I have failed to say
failed to do, failed to overcome.

Be still my inner self
let me rise to you, let me reach
down into your pain
and soothe you.

I turn to you to renew my life
I turn to the world, the streets of
the city, the worn tapestries of
brokerage firms,
drug dealers, private estates
personal things in the bag lady's cart
rage and pain in the faces that turn from me
afraid of their own inner worlds.

This common world I love anew,
as the life blood of generations
who refused to surrender their humanity
in an inhumane world,
courses through my veins.

From within this world
my despair is transformed to hope
and I begin anew
the legacy of caring.

- Thandeka

Unknown "Howler" Content - 16 years, 8 months, 28 days ago

One of my favorite songs:

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

-The Story by Brandie Carlile
Unknown "Howler" Content - 16 years, 9 months, 1 day ago

For anyone who has ever had a mother that they realized they should have listened to.

Unknown "Howler" Content - 16 years, 9 months, 3 days ago