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A pleasant story of a woman who has lost and found the courage to live again. She found friends in strange places. On a special trip. She was discouraged when a simple bird started singing melodious harmony. The birdie strange chirps awakened her to look deep within herself and discovered how lovely she really could be. It’s quite a story of encouragement as never to lose hope in herself again.
PHOEBE’S JOURNEY WILL TAKE YOU ON A LONG EXHAUSTING JOURNEY TO SOUTH AMERICA WHERE SHE WILL BE WORKING ON RE-BUILDING HER GRAND-MOTHER’S MANSION. ☺️ PHOEBE IS SEEKING FINANCIAL HELP IN ORDER TO COMPLETE THIS PROJECT OF WHICH SHE HOLDS DEEP IN HER HEART.
This Mission Project has been established in order to raise funds to establish a future foundation for my grandmother in this little village of New Amsterdam, Berbice in South America
Immediate action is required first in order to rebuild my grandmother’s home according to the American Standards.
Quite a modest home of over 50 years old. For me, it has lots of souvenirs and its potentials are endless, thus by remodeling this home, it would create a vibrant community in this town called New Amsterdam.
After the death of my beloved grandmother, the home was passed over to my Uncle Neville. There he lived until he was forcefully force out after being attacked by bandits.
He was attacked brutally after one of the bandits placed a gun to his head and demanded all of his money and his pension. He was so scared he flee the home. Imagine this, he is 80 plus years old.
We often ask, how much more can one human take. My uncle has experienced some very dark days prior to these events. He lost his wife, and his two daughters and was accused of deceit. He stands strong. Now that I am grown and have experienced my own tragedy I can solemnly assist this uncle into living humanely gracefully with the help of your contribution.
THE WORLD NEEDS NICER PEOPLE LIKE YOU TO MAKE IT A BETTER PLACE.
Little is known about why we itch. It is a mystery after all. I suspect it is that infamous energy inside the body that roams up and down the DNA structure and labels itself as God (DIEU). This setting to revenge the human souls.
They certainly do not know why they created us, now they want us to know that they really exist but perhaps in a spooky way. Humans, on the other hand, do not care to know these things. When the revelation of the spirit comes upon one human it demands to do in a way that is pleasing to the world. This will avoid a trip to the mental institution. We, humankind, just want to Live, Laugh & Love.
Talking about itching all over the body. Sometimes we can see a cause of the itch, such as a scab or an insect bite. Stimulating pain receptors can cause itching, but no nerve endings have been specifically connected with itching alone.
For sure, thinking about an itch can bring on the urge to scratch, search no more, it is what has invaded me one night as I slept, many many years ago.
Shouldn’t be talking to me this humble Saturday morning Whispering meanness in my ear as this disturbs me much
The devil must be in a rage, these must be the last days I know, it’s only to keep me backward plan From completing my deepest works I just need to cherish my sleepy habits and then to see a manipulative hand trying to scratch me down using old-time kerosine methods The advantages are done as they voice their opinions for none