Rachel Beckwith.

this is how Rachel Beckwith TikkunOlams...even after this perfect childs passing...

i checked this site 10 days ago....she had gone from 220$ to 194,000.00$ in the 4 days prior. since then...she is over 3/4 of a million...because she wanted people to have water. the site below is her webpage, ill post her story below.
http://www.mycharitywater.org/p/campaign?campaign_id=16396


here is her story courtesy of MSNBC
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/43898825/ns/us_news-giving/t/-year-old-girls-clean-water-wish-takes-after-her-death/

SEATTLE — Rachel Beckwith wanted to raise $300 by her ninth birthday to help bring clean water to people in poor countries. Donors from across the world are making sure her wish is realized after her death, perhaps a thousand times over.
Rachel was about $80 short of her goal when she turned 9 in June, and then a horrific highway traffic accident took her life away last week. But news of the Bellevue, Wash., girl’s pluck and selflessness emerged after the tragedy, and it is inspiring thousands of people — most of them strangers — to push her dream along.
By Tuesday afternoon, her webpage that was set up to take contributions for charity:water, a nonprofit organization that brings clean drinking water to people in developing nations, had attracted more than $200,000 in pledges.
“What could have been simply a senseless ending to such a beautiful beginning of your story has turned into something so much more. I hope that if at all possible the obvious compassion so many others have shown in taking up your empathetic cause brings some peace to you and your family,” wrote one anonymous donor who pledged $31.

Rachel’s mother, Samantha Paul, posted a message Monday on the website: “I am in awe of the overwhelming love to take my daughter’s dream and make it a reality. In the face of unexplainable pain you have provided undeniable hope. Thank you for your generosity! I know Rachel is smiling!”
Rachel’s family attends EastLake Community Church, a nondenominational church of about 4,000 members in Bothell, a suburb northeast of Seattle. The church held a benefit concert in September that helped raise more than $300,000 for charity:water to bring clean water to the Bayaka tribe in the Central African Republic.
Scott Harrison, founder of charity:water, said he and the lead pastor of EastLake Community Church, Ryan Meeks, were in the Central African Republic touring the charity’s waterprojects last week when they learned that Rachel had been seriously injured in an accident.

Rachel was in a car with her mother and younger sister on Interstate 90 when a semitrailer jackknifed into a logging truck, causing a chain-reaction crash involving more than a dozen vehicles, according to media reports. The semi rear-ended the car carrying Rachel, the only person critically injured.
Rachel was taken off life support over the weekend.
Rachel had learned about charity:water’s work through EastLake Church, and on her mycharitywater.org webpage she explained why she wanted to raise $300.

“On June 12th 2011, I'm turning 9. I found out that millions of people don't live to see their 5th birthday. And why? Because they didn't have access to clean, safe water so I'm celebrating my birthday like never before. I'm asking from everyone I know to donate to my campaign instead of gifts for my birthday. Every penny of the money raised will go directly to fund freshwater projects in developing nations.”

Although she fell $80 short of her birthday goal, that was just the beginning.
Donations started flowing in when community members publicized her wishes after the accident, and really took off after her story appeared on KING 5 TV, in The Seattle Times and other local media outlets.
Rachel’s story also spread on social media, getting a boost from tweets by actress Alyssa Milano and Seattle Seahawks quarterback Matt Hasselbeck, KING 5 reported.
“There were 3,600 different donations as of today. Her little dream of helping 15 people has turned into almost 10,000 people and counting,” Harrison told msnbc.com.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if she gets 1000 times her wish.”
Ryan Meeks, the 32-year-old lead pastor at Eastlake Community Church, told KING 5 that Rachel would “light up the room” with her personality and be the first to make friends with new kids.
“There’s nothing natural about losing a 9-year-old girl,” Meeks told the television station. “It’s horrible. But there’s something that we’re attracted to when life comes out of death.”
Many pledges to the webpage have come from abroad (including several from Brazil); most are from people who had never met Rachel but were moved by her story.
“not just Rachel is smiling now, but thousand of people around the world. people feeling the good of donation and people having clean and safe water to drink. Rachel, continue your work to help our planet whereever you are!” wrote one man, Diego Fernandez, who pledged $9 for Rachel’s ninth birthday.
Harrison said the outpouring of generosity is heartwarming — but not necessarily unique.
“I’ve seen things like this happen before where people just rally behind simple ideas like clean water. The selflessness of a 9-year-old girl who said, ‘I don’t want a birthday party, I don’t want gifts, I just want people to have clean water’ — that’s the way it resonates with people. I’m not surprised it’s resonated with Rachel’s friends and church community and people around the world.”

impossible is nothing:

read this entry from a blog i follow. then follow said blog.

http://www.danoah.com/2011/01/turns-out-impossible-isnt-impossible-at.html#idc-cover

all the small things

i find joy and reassurance in the small things that go unchanged.


todays example:

my sister's toilet paper.

in all the time i can remember going to her house, the toilet paper roll has never been on the actual toilet paper roll holder spinny thing.

i dont know why this is comforting, but it is.

i think my world might turn a little the wrong way if i came in and the toilet paper was on its roll.


its the small things.

fear.

fear is such a powerful thing.

it means that we care passionately about the outcome.

fear of commitment: ultimately is fear that commitment will lead to a change in feelings.

fear of love ultimately is a fear of loss.

fear of failure ultimately is a passion and craving for success.

fear of death is ultimately a passion for life.

fear of judgement is a yearning for love and happiness.


it can be such a strong thing, fear, when done correctly.

dont fear anything that cant kill you, take it in stride, with a grain of salt and use it to be stronger.

and dont worry about judgement, because you are so fucking beautiful just the way you are. seriously.

there is someone.

i see him.

and his eye smile lights up my heart.

my hand wants to be held in yours so sweetly.

¹ All night long on my bed
I looked for the one my heart loves;
I looked for him but did not find him.

² I will get up now and go about the city,
through its streets and squares;
I will search for the one my heart loves.
So I looked for him but did not find him.

³ The watchmen found me
as they made their rounds in the city.
"Have you seen the one my heart loves?"

⁴ Scarcely had I passed them
when I found the one my heart loves.
I held him and would not let him go
till I had brought him to my mother's house,
to the room of the one who conceived me.

⁵ Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you
by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love
until it so desires.

for you Troops.

hands down.

i love you all. you're amazing.

and i wish that i could say thank you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nr7DcJdbCS0

just love.

John Lennon

We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't
just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on
by itself. You've got to keep on watering it. You've got to really look after
it and nurture it"
John Lennon

was i slash am i a beatles fan? not so much. short of singing one particular song for one particular person...

thats really about it.

but this is exactly what im talking about. combine this with;

Imagine no possesions, I wonder if you can, No need for greed or hunger, A brotherhood of man. Imagine all the people Sharing all the world.
John Lennon
(Imagine)

and suddenly i want to cuddle up in a rolling stone photoshoot with a naked john lennon in the fetal position.

the man had something in his noggin.

but i dont think people listened truly to what was on his mind when he said these things.

when we meet, John, we will have MUCH to talk about.

i love you, man.

(good movie by the way).

Song of the day

Weezer - put me back together.

One of the most romantic and intimate things around is music. Its hard to resist taking the songs for what they are on the surface. But I find its much more romantic to lay on the ground and just listen the words and imagine how it all came to fruition. Merely speculation. But beautiful nevertheless.

This one is for shane.

Love you sir. You who inspired me to love.

i havent forgotten about you.

what is this about?

what is it all about?

life is good and we need to feel good in it.

i started this blog for one reason and one reason only: love.

we need more of it.

and today is about love for ourselves.

my cousin committed suicide recently.

thankfully he is an organ donor, and 7 families will feel love once again. miracles and life.

however Andy is no longer here, and he didn't feel the love. through no fault of anyone elses, and i can understand this. why didn't he love himself? why didn't he give himself another chance?

its important to look at the entire picture.

lets be blunt.

i'm 23.

im 5 ft 9 ish.

i'm a size 14. but if i dont get the longs, no go.

with a size 11 shoe.

asymmetrical dimples and prominent brows.

18 months ago i was 281 lbs.

i dont like admitting that. at all.

but i SHOULD! look at me!

im beautiful!

we are lovely people. we are. so different and diverse. lets be honest, you cant choose who you are physically attracted to. but you can choose to love yourself.

i have lost a good deal of weight. and i am not done. but i lvoe me how i am, and thats epic.

the other day while staying at a friends house my body woke me at 530 am, demanding of me some quality time.

i showered and spent some time with myself. i put on a song that makes me feel wonderful and i danced. i danced in the shower, i danced out of the shower. i danced with myself and sang. it felt wonderful. i was having a wonderful time and i saw myself in the mirror, i felt beautiful and lovely. an that is so important. it was at that moment the day was GOING to be good. there was no denying it. this couldn't be a bad day. i breathed it all in. im such a beautiful person. smetimes you need to just say all you are, who you are and what makes you amazing. send it into the world and let the atmosphere know who you are.

im incredible. im quirky and sometimes i dont finish my sentences.

i listen to songs on repeat wayyy too much.

i fall hard when i fall.

i love loving but am scared sometimes of it as well and thats okay.

i want to help people.

i send care packages to soldiers overseas and sometimes letters to let them know they are loved.

i take pictures of myself. i take pictures of others. i really want to take photos of military families who need some professional photos to send overseas to their loved ones.

i love working with kids. their emotion is raw and beautiful and simple.

i love to sing and cardance.

i want to build houses for those that need them.

bring water to families without it.

a dream of mine was to go to africa and help people there.

i want to find the cause of cancer, because im confident its more something that can be avoided rather than cured. i dream about it.

i give to the homeless and really try to avoid judgement.

i love God. even if i hate religion.

i work on my body.

i sing! doesnt mean im good, just means i do it.

i believe and act on doing what you love.

i am in school to master Spanish and ASL and then i want to work for a non profit.

thought about learning phlebotomy and working for the red cross.

i dance! even though its not the best i dance anyway!

wearing sundresses and fun diddies makes me feel beautiful.

i like hand holds and my head on peoples shoulders and that nook where i just seem to fit.

i love my friends very much.

i love people.

i try to pay it forward all the time.

i am there for people.

i like to play footsies.

i love music. it is such an integral part of my life.

i love learning!

i do wish i could get a degree just taking the classes i love.

im not good at math and i accept that.

i want to take a bath like in pretty woman.

i dont always say what i want to or what i mean. but i try.

i really really dont like negativity. i think it breeds more of itself. i try to breed positivity. :]

i love animals.

im learnign to love exercise.

i dont like camping but im working on hiking.

i love feeling powerful and invincible.

i want to take personal defense and kickboxing and martial arts.

i love feeling safe in someones arms, be it family, friends, or lovers.

i dont want to be toned.

im not ashamed of most everythign ive done. i have rethought about my actions in some cases now.

i LOVE to laugh.

i LOVE adventures.

i could drive and ride in the car for hours with just music and a good person with me.

i love me. im a good person, im beautiful and sometimes sexy. i can be adorable or pretty and downright silly.

i have the best sisters and brothers ever.

im an open book and i try not to fib.

i really think that we all need to just open up to others. lay it all on the table.

:]

spend quality time rather than just time with someone.

and i really think we all need quality time with ourselves.

just like dating and courting happens before relationships and marriage...we need more us time.

we are beautiful people.

take a moment and just say all that is good about you. :]

because you know what, i love you. and you should too.

please, if you are contemplating suicide...get help.

its not the answer. you could be here experiencing love and happiness.

let us give that to you.

contact a friend or family member you trust. and talk.

you wont regret it.

man on the corner

Man On The Corner.

There are two houses on the corner of a street closes to my house.

One is a halfway house. The police watch it damn near 24/7 and i dont believe many of them are even allowed to leave.

the other is a big brick house, with ivy growing up the walls; the green arms reaching and grasping to anything to keep it crawling higher.

outside one of these houses, the residents sit on the porch, some talking to themselves, some smoking their independently rolled cigarettes.

across the road in front of the brick house, an older man in his fifties stands outside with a cowboy hat on, holding a boombox from the 1990s, the early 1990s. Sometimes he carries a bible. sometimes he stands with his hands folded.

it occured to me the other day as i passed Cowboy on the way to work, "what if this man is God?" a lone ranger on the corner, watching over people as they pass. i wonder 'should i capitalize the H in him? should i stop and ask him questions?' Should i ask him if i am leading my life correctly? am i pleasing Him? This man could very well just be crazy.

but what if?

What if at the end of it all He asks me "i was there. You passed me many times a week. and you NEVER stopped to say hi."

Then i wonder...

what if he is the convict sitting on the porch of the house across the street?

What if i stopped in front of the stop sign 20 feet from the hous eevery day, and locked my doors...only to lock my doors from him?

what if i kept looking forwarded and avoided him.

what if i have been doing it all wrong because i am a judgemental fool?

the what ifs will drive you crazy.

sleep deprivation (now with oxygen!)

its also a powerful feeling to not sleep.

you feel highs and lows.

right now, i cant tell which one i am in.

i am about to go take advantage of the saturday market in town.

and take advantage of coffee.

i will violate you Coffee.

you are warned. :]

stolen.

so if the grammar is no bueno...then i am apologetic towards it.

its something i heard today, and posted at a different time.

:]

its important and needs to be heard.

sigue siendo tu propia inspiracion..... para que me sigas inspirando

again, if its conjugated wrongly, im sorry:]

its beautiful

I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful.
Frederick E. Perl

i get really pissed when i find a really good quote that I was not the one to say it first.

thats basically my only thought on the subject.

i am going to choose to be thankful and grateful that there are other likeminded people in the world.

i love you frederick E perl.

bring victory my friends.

sometimes you just need to dress up in 80s clothes and dance around.

just saying.

here is a video of me dancing around like a fool.

to the greatest song alive.

www.BringVictory.com

i dont care who you love. as long as you LOVE.

i feel that love should be EXPERIENCED.

http://freshnessfactorfivethousand.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-with-liberty-and-equality-for-all.html

in addition to that, i have complete confidence that once we all learn to love each other the way love was meant to be experienced, then it will win.

its the pure love of those who arent as publicly honored as are those of my sexuality, that inspire me to love even further, and reinstill my belief that i need nothing from others to know that this love is real and alive in this world.

but i will fight to the bone the ability for everyone to be not only accepted, but embraced.

this isnt about a piece of paper or even marriage, this is about not hating what you dont understand, what youll never know, or what you think is wrong. its acknowledging we owe each other NOTHING.

we only have the authority to tell someone that their way of life is wrong for our own life. but in a land of equality nothing should be wrong that doesnt hurt another person.

love will prevail. love will prevail.

my love will prevail, yours will overcome, the love of those that stand by others will win and we will succeed. how f*cking beautiful that is.

the flautist.

i can never seem to spell that word correctly on the first try.

i know which letters to use, but my skewed typing always gets in the way.

i sit in a coffee house, aptly named, the coffee house, and i listen to the sound of the generator plugging away, the music being played through the mediocre sound system and the sound of the barista piddle farting around at this boring albeit lazy job he has. he makes one helluva cup of coffee, i must give him credit for.

outside, in front of the cafe, is a man. he wears one of those hideous State t shirts, this one hailing from Arizona, that he undoubtedly picked up at a thrift store or stole from a friend one drunken eve. he wears cargo shorts so faded, if i didn't know any better i wouldn't even think they used to be camo.

he stands playing the flute.

he does not know how to play the flute.

his hands dance along the keys and he breathes a little too heavily into the chamber.

the music comes out choppy and in spurts.

a girl on a bike passes him, and she doesn't even turn her head in the slightest to see him.

to the right is a table, as if necessary in the state of Oregon to sit outside with coffee.

it is filled, and the people are laughing.

i can feel his anxiety; he shuffles his feet crossing and uncrossing as he plays.

he is wearing a pair of tired old what i think is brown nikes with a hideous orange swoosh across the side.

the barista saunters to the door and opens it, beginning to sweep the floor around the entrance and shoving it outside.

i hear the flute more clearly now. Yep, still not awesome.

but i watch him, and he plays. in his opened case also lies a saxophone, and i begin to wonder if he plays that one, or if he just tries. he doesnt appear to be homeless. he just seems to be passionate moreso than anything, and that passion is more than slightly intriguing.

he keeps playing, and does not seem to care about what goes on around him. and it hits me like a craving, i want to meet him.

i want to know his name.

in my mind i go up to him and meet him, and strike up a conversation and i just learn about him. we talk for awhile and we go our separate ways. in reality i stay glued to my seat, embarrassed and slightly less aware of myself.

the door is still open, and i watch over the top of my laptop screen, hiding behind it and my bashfulness.

i feel a nice Oregon breeze waft in, and also the words of one of the patrons near me.

"he may not be good, but its much better that he is here, than that he isnt."

so true. so true. you cant ever do music wrong, if you love it right.

when i get up the courage. im going to go meet you Flautist.

ella ella ella eh eh eh

Soy bella.

y usted es tambien.

estoy enamorada contigo.

tan tan bella.