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Summer reading classes begins June through August this is a great fun way for the entire family to get involved enhancing students ability to stay focus preparing for the upcoming school year I adored summer reading we did Catholic School Stem and IB which gives the students entry levels into college courses student’s are giving book list to complete with reading assignments annotations after they complete the books fun fun fun summer classes are great ways to keep their credits for honors classes as well they can also study electives during the summer Spanish French including orchestral classes we chose orchestra classes theatre’s drama from Violins Cellos to Violas you can rent used Violas instruments this was fun ways to keep busy during Covid home schooling online classes in Florida students must have computers some sights opened up and issued computers to students spectrum was awesome they offered Wi-Fi internet connections helping students this year is going to be challenging for students who losses everything during the storms hurricanes are devastation for loss however Floridians we are resilient rebuilding helping recovering restoring getting a head start keeping students from falling behind keeping them soaring in any given situation start getting ready list early fine tune instruments freshening up on Spanish French other foreign languages preparation for college course school year will be here before we know and there could be more storms reading is perfect distraction from power outages don’t wait to summer to get your summer reading list for the summer classes many blessings to all our families student’s and staff
Continuing the retired boxer’s
legacy by getting annual
screenings anyone who
suffered from traumatic brain
injury ptsd trauma rather
armed forces football players
boxers car accidents gun shots
including domestic violence
or victims of head trauma
recovery taking high
blood pressure high cholesterol
diabetes medication or
controlled substances
for mental health care getting
annual screening saves lives
preventing drug and alcohol
misuse due to self medicating
mental illness on Martin Luther
king jr birthday my husband
and I volunteered healthcare
fair senior communities supporting
awareness it’s personal to me
because I suffer traumatic brain
injury also my uncle Bobby Satterfield
boxer from Chicago painful death
many retired boxes like Alex Ramos
founders of the dignity foundation
for retired boxers suffering mental
illness living homeless CTE continued
head trauma dementia my family
is very blessed to be a part of
giving back to the community
if you or anyone you love suffer
traumatic brain injuries PTSD
CTE take the mental health
drug and alcohol screening you
could save a life from suicide
screenings are annually if you
don’t have medical care reach out
to local charities churches like the
dignity foundation resources
remember awareness saves lives god
bless all retired boxers and their families
And God bless the United States of America
In loving memory of my
uncle Boxer Bob Satterfield
he died a painful death
broke and broken I love you
uncle Bobby never forgotten RIP
ATLAS SCRUBBED
Let’s all sit down and discuss this rationally
Since it is of import internationally
And hysteria will get us nowhere
So let’s get a few facts clear
First of all, from the first of us to the very last, we are quite frankly,
F*cking up
Wait………… before you fly off the candle
Allow me to defend and amend my statement
What I really meant to say was we are all f*cking up this atmosphere expediently
And exponentially
This is an emergency of preeminent planetary proportions
We are inventing diabolical devices that scar the flesh on the pride of Atlas
And hold our grandchildren hostage to a hoard of hedonistic heathens
Who mar the face of even Mars
As if f*cking up the earth forever isn’t near enough
Perhaps I’m not making myself clear enough
We don’t hold our environment dear enough
And flocks of flagrant fools don’t hear enough
As the magma is moaning
And the crust is turning to dust
Because countless millions of mindless men decline to design what they must know
For absolute sure………..
that there is an absolute cure
But men don't listen and will come to rue what must eventually come to pass
Because their all f*cking this f*cking planet straight up the f*cking ass
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Today we dance on a mountain
slide he covers me from the
beaming sun as tiny raindrops
splash across our faces colorful
hues invite my cunning smile to
relax and enter the unknown
wandering about newness my
senses responds to his every
beckon call needing the comfort
of my calmness we cater to our
illnesses our flaws loving every
drop of laughter we'd bestowed
since yesterdays panic attacks
clinging solely to healing coping
peace the sweetness of peace
overlooking all impulsive needs
to react to the powerful threats
bullying mental cruelty from the
sad tyranny boldly tormenting
portraying mafia notions cleverly
hidden behind human satisfaction
a quiet bliss employs us as we master
just loving us in this moment today
as we simply dance the day away
Awareness saves lives
Anxiety disorder Agraphobia
Panic Attacks survivors
my husband and I are truly
blessed God bless all who served
and God bless The Federal Bureau
of Investigations The United States of America
We are still here we are Safe
Enchanted Norse the dark place of dwarves trickery leaving graveyard dark from gargano graves formed in to spear heads making witch ornaments with light bulbs filled with forbidden black sand smuggled from Maui candle wax to see if asiL will appear wearing feathers of ash smudging walls wailing clawing talisman voodoo charms the hidden agenda a family of fathers who fake their deaths to become the devil hiding in basements toying with goodness heaven closed the doors leaving Lisa lingering holding Mary Gargano hand weeping the agony watching evil plotted her song of sadness illuminates her feet covered in graveyard dirt a pet cemetery for humans unleashed the trickery lies in faking of death to impersonate the deceased identity fraud the covering of arson murder of 9 persons the twisted surges of negative energies graveyard dirt used in ritual sacrifices shuttering coven of asiL Marie Gargano wrath unfolds the pagen pilgrimage Norse meeting trolls dwarves meeting at memorial gardens entrance
The Imam of the way of life, calls of prayer,
Traverses from the tower, to reach all ears,
Men in worldly activities, momentary – engrossed,
Set themselves free, to a transitory stop.
In reverence, all and one, orient them to the land,
Where the last prophet of God, discoursed on parched sand,
Adam, Ibrahim, Moses, Jesus all converge in a path,
For the vision of Gabriel, and revelations, no mirth;
Complete surrender visions life, to one illiterate of script,
With the magical touch of an angel, put messengers fear to sleep,
The creator of humankind, bestowed in him thoughts,
The creation of Adam, from a blood clot;
The disgrace shall disappear, by the Allah’s will,
Immerse yourself in good, for kith and kin your feel,
Serve your guests generously, and help the destitute,
For it is the same angel of Moses, who protects the secret truth;
“May peace be upon them”, the world echoes in faith, good,
To transgress humanity, into “Universal Brotherhood”;
Sing a new song the divineness
of it all the rapture of the coming
hour the sheer need for abundance
created so bountiful throughout
this wondrous beauty a subtleness
awakening mere virtue while the
mild mannerism moves in delightful
colorful hues dancing between glorious
stain glass windows while weeping
willow trees sway cardinals perch
as the eagle soars the sky a wonderful
hymn springs forth beckoning my soul
as fear anxiety sadness sorrow drowns
my soul sings loudly over the mountaintop
I hardly recognizes her today assumption
the beauty within shines as warmth
compassion kindness blossom's in the
hearts and minds of on lookers flowers
bloom as I stroll pass wisdom shakes
emptiness is mortified by my edification
a proud peacock absorbs my purity
I am angelically lifted by harmonic
melodies vibrantly shaking my tail
feather simply singing my new song