Journal

I love that the poor children can get Total and Wheatie's cereal, along with canned, turkey, or salmon, pre-cooked, from Big Lots. There's a good selection of laundry detergent at the Dollar Store (Tide Free) also. There are many consignment and thrift stores for the poor children to buy their needed school clothes, on tight budgets.

Little things like that make me happy about the state of the world. There were times as a teen, when I worked forty hours per week, went to school, raced to one job, then, a second job, followed by babysitting, or volunteering. From age seven, I did tons of laundry at the dangerous laundrymats in that area.

Sometimes, as a teen, I had to work two cashier/retail/fast food jobs, plus babysitting, cleaning, and household errands. Bible study became too much, although now, at the least, from hours of NIV tutoring, I feel somewhat literate about one-third of the books in it.

I hope everyone is now guilted into rummaging in their houses for fully illustrated, colorful, children's Bibles, to donate, for seven year-old ESL students. A nearby church gave me one at that age, which I treasured and it helped me learn to read in English. Noah's Ark, fully illustrated, was what made me a lifelong bookworm.

At that time, I was still enrolled in the English as a Second Language curriculum at the crime-ridden, elementary school. I was often trading baseball cards, from bubble gum packets, with Mexican-American children/friends, at the nearby playground, and probably socially acceptable to the Spanglish-speaking boys more than the South Vietnamese-American girls.

Someone had a boy at church, whose clothing and shoes were donated to me. In case I need to explain why I was a fashion disaster, it was because I had to wear a ton of boys' clothes and sneakers, and had two long, ponytails. That prevented me from being spoiled, or vain, so it was a blessing in disguise.

My fastest pair of boys' sneakers were a blue, and white striped one at that age. If it wasn't for the Falls Church, Virginia, First Presbyterian Church nearby, with its beautiful steps, holiday events, and ringing bells every Sunday, I would not have become literate or emotionally resilient.

I hope everyone remembers this when it's time to put money into the church collection basket there. Otherwise, the poor children in that area won't get their nutritional needs met, donated clothes, children's Bibles, or have any spiritual anchor, during all those multi-racial gang wars, and that endless era of nightly helicopters with search lights looking for one fugitive after another.

They multiply and build international alliances in our military prisons and civilian prison systems. They need to be more restricted from the phones, internet and mail systems. They even get arrested on purpose to have an alibi, so they can organize assassination plots, or hide ISIL terrorist suspects as a "mere, local pimp."

Instead of that "Cops" show, one could just glance out their bedroom window at the dumpster areas, where I grew up. Once, I even saw an MS-13-looking, pedophile/drug-dealer escape from a locked police car, after getting arrested at that dumpster near my place. It's doubtful he was ever found. They must have a large amount of places to hide out, somehow. Most likely, he spent the night at one of the nearby laundrymat rooms.

***Here, while hiking with my son, and Nathan H., I saw a cave, filled with pyschodelic-looking, mushroom graffiti, and broken beer glass bottles at Lakewood, Colorado's Red Rocks Open Space Park. I'm certain poly-addicted, drug cartel fugitives hide out in all these local, "secret caves" to do La Santa Muerte, drug rituals with mind-control chemicals. How else do they manage to evade law enforcement? They even grow illegal plants in those national parks, because they have corrupt authorities on their side.

Don't accept any fliers, perfume/food samples or "cigarettes" in these cities/airports/train stations (including Melbourne, or Sydney) from strangers. They're probably laced with LSD/acid or something like GHB, Rohypnol, TTX, or Scopolamine/Datura. That's how these human trafficking drug cartels kidnap people to organ harvest for hundreds of millions in U.S.D. from the state of Colorado alone.

Don't let younger/disabled/elderly friends go to dark parking lots, public bathrooms alone or accept any food/beverage samples at retail areas, especially during the holidays, because we live in a very dangerous world, filled with unknown sociopaths.

Some poly-addicted, rapists even work at supposed Denver "methodone clinics," in the medical profession or at Krav Maga martial arts studios also. They're often hosting foreign nationals, as a "nanny/au pair" or "exchange college student," but don't be fooled by them, even the female ones. Those partying, drunk, pimp/stripper-looking, foreign nationals could be their drug cartel/terrorist friends.***