Selfworth

I am Ga to my Ye, Ma to my Ysa and Miguel, Sharona to my brothers and sisters and simply Sharon to my friends. Most of those who are close to me would probably say that Im a serious person and my values are very conservative. Thats probably because I grew up in a traditional Spanish-Chinese family all the way from the south.

I am the youngest in a brood of four and my siblings are like ten- fifteen years older than me, so my parents really made a careful watch over me while I was growing up. Don't mistaken me for a Maria Clara or something because I too, like any normal child turned to rebellion at one point in my life.

Good thing I was very active in a church choire at that time, God spared me from ruining my life. He gave me a chance to fix my mess and I am grateful that I was able to recuperate.After starting anew, I am convinced that nothing can worth you damage in your life but yourself and your greatest enemy is often times yourself.

You will carry the burden for every wrong turn you make and it is best to consult your conscience for every decision you undertake.Although some of the things in the past still do hunt me like a nightmare, I cannot do otherwise but to accept my failures. And thank God for each and every second chance I take, I am able to refine myself more as a better person.Now, I'm living not for myself anymore but for my kids.

Everytime I look at them I pray so hard that they will be better than I am. I hope that the world will be kinder to them because it scares me to think that they will have the same predicament that I had. But I must be strong for my children. Because I know somehow they will get their strength from me to face the world and triumph.

Where I Stand

Where I Stand
By Taj-domayn C. Thompson

Here I stand,Until the time
Was it a crime to see what cannot be touched
Hear voices speak words that can't be undone
Was it my fault I was invincible
To the naked eye,
I am invisibleI cannot be seen
Because no one wants to see meI
am different
Different from the rest of them
So they ignore me
But I don't ignore them
No one is friendly
Why were they so blind
Because I am not them
I am only mine
I am different
But I can see
But they can't see me
I watch them fall
Divided they fall
Together they die
But here I stand
Until the end of time
Was it a crime that I was unique
Original to the human mindI was invisible to there standards
Invisible to their lies
But as they kneel to beg
I watch them beg
But here I stand until the end of time
Was it a crime for me to live my life
A crime for wanting to survive
No one would answer
So I will wait until the end of time

Who's Nicole?

I have a very special job. I teach English online and by talking over the phone using a book as reference. I've been doing this for more than a year now and I just want to share one experience I had with a very special young girl named

Nicole.

She was very sweet and polite. And to tell you honestly, even if she is just 13 years old she talks with sense and goes right straight to the point with her very strong opinions about religion, politics, showbiz and life. For about a year I was constantly talking to her and I learned so many things from this little girl whom I've learned to adore and consider as my confidant. It was not for long that Nicole and I had to permanently put the phone down and just treasure all the sleepless nights that we were talking to each other. We never got the chance to see each other in person. Until one day I received an e-mail from her with a picture attached to it and I can't beleive that all the while that we were talking to each other she was writing about me in her journal, something that I was doing myself.

Empty bed

Today my husband came home from work at 6:30 a.m. He needed to work overtime because of an important project they have to finish. For the past 3 years that we have been married it was the first time I slept without him by my side. Although the kids were with me but I felt like the bed was empty without him. I guess I have gotten used to hugging him when we go to sleep like a soft pillow. It's just been three years, but life has tremendously changed for me. I remember the first few weeks that we were together, I was still adjusting to having to share my bed with this guy, since I was living alone when I was still single. But now, to my surprise I have practically embraced myself to the comforting scent of his cologne and the smooth texture of his skin rubbing against mine.

I thought I wouldnt fall asleep that night but I was too tired from work. It was already 1 am when I got home and the weather was cold. The kids were asleep so I tip-toed my way to my room. Took a shower and stood infront of my empty bed. It was too big for me alone that night.

I slowly opened my eyes because I felt like someone was calling my name. Was it a dream or the alarm but when I managed to clear my eyes I saw my husband gazing at me, I smiled back at him then I said "Hi!" and he said "goodmorning". I heard him laughing at me probably because of how silly I looked that very moment but the sight of him by my side made me really happy because he was home safe, with us.