#30ShadesOfGrateful – Day 22

I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom
So I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didn’t drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right,
The party finally ended,
And the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom
Something I expected least.
Now I’m lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mom, his voice seems far away.
My own blood’s all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die.
I’m sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid,
Tell daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven,
Put Daddy’s Girl on my grave.
Someone should have taught him,
That its wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I’d still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I’m getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And I’m so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mom,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, “I love you, Mom!”
So I love you and good-bye.


#30ShadesOfGrateful – Day 8



I am grateful for MISTAKES.

The beauty in mistakes are that we have already done them. It’s done it’s over!

When you have committed a mistake it’s out of the way, you can go on with your life with one less possible mistake to make.

(Hold on, this is for the ones who learn from their mistakes)

In my young life, I have made a truck loads of mistakes. Some that I have made me a better person, some that have injured me beyond repair, some that I am yet to learn a lesson from.
I have made mistakes, consciously and unconsciously. Through it all I have learnt that my patterns of actions should be different if I have to make good for myself.

Mistakes sometimes break you, injure your friends and people that you hold dear. Mistakes sometimes mold you, and strengthens your cords with others. Mistakes provides the bed rock of life.

I would like to believe that I am a better person because of all the mistakes I have made. Even if I have not become a better person, I have learnt lessons that I can pass on to other people.

If I can I would avoid making mistakes, but my fear is not making mistakes, but failing to stand up and learn from them.

I am grateful for MISTAKES.


With Sugary Hands…..

#30ShadesOfGrateful – Day 4


It’s Day 4.

I’m grateful for Choices.

Choice – the person or thing selected.

: the act of choosing : the act of picking or deciding between two or more possibilities
: the opportunity or power to choose between two or more possibilities : the opportunity or power to make a decision.

This is the most powerful gift that we have. The power to make our choices. Every choice has it’s consequence and thereby creates a path for us. Therefore, with every choice that we make, we create for our selves some sort of “future” . We determine what next happens to us as a result of the choices that we make.

I’ve made right and wrong choices in my life. Choices that I am proud of, and choices that I regret. Choice that soothe me and choices that haunt me, I have made.
In all I’ve learnt to live with them. I’ve learnt not to regret most of my actions because, It was a choice I made.

We chose who we love, who we associate with. Some people are of the opinion that sometimes we have no choice as regards who we love, I beg to differ. My reason is simple, the first thing we feel when we see someone is immense attraction, for those of us that believe in “love at first sight”. It is a choice that we make to pursue this attraction that we feel, it’s a choice that we make to accept and entertain the thought and idea of the person.
Love is a very conscious decision, and we chose it.

I have chosen to love and love without measure. My decisions has brought me untold pain and immense joy. Still I chose to love. I chose to believe in people, I chose to hope, I chose to be there.

I have chosen to be enslaved and I have also chosen to be free. I have chosen to give and to withhold. I have chosen to stand and to fall. I have chosen to be bitter and to forgive.

Our choices make us who we are. It dictates the course of our lives. If we win or if we lose, if we succeed or we fail, it’s all in our choices.

Even with all the mistakes I have made and the ones I am going to make, I won’t trade my gift of choice for anything else. I am a product of my choices. I hope I make better ones.

I am grateful for CHOICE.


With Sugary Hands….