4-10
do not stand at my grave and weep
i'm not there .i do not sleep
i am a thousand winds that blow
i am the diamond glints of slow
i am the sunlight on ripened grain
i am the gentle autumn's rain
do not stand at my grave ant cry
i am not there i did not die
once the tornado had passed,it began.a man gave his coat to a stranger in need.a women shared her food with those just passing by.a teenager reunited a dog with its worried owner.these are the things that happen in the wake of any great disaster.people starts to perform small acts of kindness.they do what they can to help,all the while knowing it won't be enough.
it is been seven days,since a tornado devastated wisteria lane.and all the residents continued to pick up the pieces of their lives.some salvaged precious friendships.some uncovered colorful histories.others found challenges they hadn't expected.and then,there was one girl who stumbled upon the truth she'd long been searching for.only,to wish she hadn't.
4-11
katherine mayfair was not the kind of women who liked to relive the past.but when her husband adam left her,katherine'life began to unravel.and the mistakes of her youth started to flash through her mind.she thought of wayne davis,the first man she married and the first time he had hit her.she thought of how sincerety he apologized and how meaningless his apologies were.and how she finally decided to hit back.these were the thoughts going through katherine's mind, when her friends ang neighbors arrived,bearing gifts.
faith is a belief in something that cannot be proven.so we trust in whe words of only we've ever known.we believe the promises of the women who shares our bed.we rely on the example of dear friends who help us to be better people.yes,we all want to believe in those we are closest to.but where there is doubet,our faith begins to vanish.and fear rushes in to take its place.
4-12
in a corridor of the greenwood rehabilitation center,is a sign.(a man is only as sick as his secrets) it's there to remind patients to be honest about the past.but orsao hodge did not notice it.he was too busy thinking of his past,or at least the past of it he shared with mike delfino.orson thought of the night they met,the night his mother had murdered his mistress.he thought of the next time they met,and how mike began to recognize him.he thought of his mother's fear mike would remember too much and her demand that orson stop this from happening.he thought of how he agonized.but in the end,had still done the unthinkable.orson then started to think about the message he had received from mike asking him to visit.the thought was crossing orson's mind that mike had remembered something,something dangerous. when suddenly the time for thinking was over. as he left,orson thought only of his good fortune and relirf,ignoring completely the feelings of guilt and shame that were rising within him.that was the san thing about orson hodge...he had no idea just how sick he really was.
from the moment his doctors had told him he was blind,carlros solis had worrid about only one thing --that the people in his life would come to see him as a burden.but as it turned out,his friend didn't mind driving him to the store;his neighbors didn't mind helping retrieve his mail;the paper boy didn't mind helping him find his morning paper.in truth,everyone on wiswteria lane was more than willing to help carlos adjust to life as a blind man.everyone,that is, but his wife who was quickly starting to feel she was the one with the handicap.
blindness,it's an affiction that prevents people from seeing what is right in front of them like the wives who can't detect the jeaiousy that consumes their husbands.the women unable to see that a rival might also be a friend.the men who stay oblivious to the guilt that lies deep within them.yes,the world is filled with those who cannot see.the most dangerous are the one who stay blind to the evil within their own hearts.how do we protect ourselves from these people?first,wo have to open our eyes and find them before they find us.
4-13
everyone breaks the rules now and again,and when they do,they always have an excuse.like the nighbor whose own trash was already full,or the blonde who forgot to eat her breakfast,or the employee who needed an advance on his salary.it's true--everyons has a reason for not following the rules. even the people who are meant to enforce them.
the truth is,everyone breaks the rules now and then.wll,what you've you been doing?never thinking for one second they might get gaught.some things disappear.like,that happended to me like but if they do,they simply ask for forgiveness.and most of the time,they receive it. but some cats are so wicked,they demand only our condemnation.how do people avoid such a fate?well....the trick is knowing which rules are made to be broken and which rules are not.
4-14
it happened in every marriage,couples accumulate lovely things.things that makes a house,a home.but when the home is broken,these things must be divided.the most dignified way to do this is for each spouse to keep what is most important to them.and bree and orson hodge were nothing,if not dignified. in any separation,it's only fair that each spouse get to keep what most important to them.
the sub*** are flush with a certain king of fool,you kown the type.the man who opens his door to total strangers,the woman who never uses her latch.it never occurs to them that letting someone into their home means letting them into their lives.
the word "welcom" always carries with it a certain amount of risk.after all,to let someone into your home is to let them your life.and wo never know what sorts of horrible secrets they carry with them.we can't fore see the painful effect.they minght have on our loved ones.we don't anticipate the gossip that could result from their presence.yes,we must very careful with those we invite into our lives.because some will refuse to leave.
4-15
it happened the second sunday of every may.children purchase tasteful bouquets,sign sentimental cards and create homemade jewelry all in an attempt to honor that woman known simply as mother.
a lady should be a chef in the kitchen,a maid in the living room and a whore in the bedroom.
if one second i don't feel the love,i'm gonna bury you.
it happens the second sunday of every may.wo celebrate the women who give us life and so much more.the ones who protect us at all costs,who have the courage to fight those who would do us harm,who put our happiness ahead of their own.but mostly,wo celebrate a mother's love,which is constant,eternal,and there from the very beginning.
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