A list of every time Donald Trump has changed his mind.
This, as you just read is how many times Donald Trump has changed his mind. Let's start with how to beat ISIS:
1. Find a guy.
2.(insert non-existent secret plan here)
3. Send in ground troops, and get trigger happy with nukes.
4. Get money from oilfields.
5. ???Profit.
Donald Trump's plan for the illegal immigrants:
1. I don't know.
2.Deport the bad ones.
3.Nah, some of the immigrants can stay.
4.Deport everyone.
5.Maybe not.
6.Deport everyone, the second helping.
"They gotta go."
Donald Trump's plan(s) for tax reform:
1."You can't just be boom, boom, hard and fast."
2.Fair taxes.
3.Flat taxes.
4.Add some new stuff. (Insert non-existent secret plan to insert new tax stuff here.)
5. (Insert non-existent secret plan here)
6. (Insert another top secret plan here with slight changes.)
This might as well be a reality TV show.
Artful Luck
Mellie hit the brakes for the thousandth time. If she missed this seminar, the company would never hire her. She let off the brakes to creep along with traffic.
And they stopped again.
"Excuse me, ma'am."
Mellie jolted. A man stood next to her car, crouching to look in at her.
"I didn't mean to startle you," he said, grinning despite his worn overalls and badly stained T-shirt. He carried an olive-toned knapsack on his back. "I was hoping you could spare some change?"
"Oh," Mellie said, "Yeah. Yeah, hang on."
With disappointment, she found only pennies in her cup holder. Mellie remembered the thirteen dollars in her pocket, the last of her money.
Hesitating briefly, she handed him eight bucks. "Here, I hope this helps."
"God bless you, ma'am."
"No problem," she said, and drove forward.
Traffic finally broke, but then a lady tripped as she crossed the street. Several large packages tumbled to the ground. Mellie glanced to the clock on her car's dash, sighing, and parked. She sprinted over and helped the woman collect the thin, rectangular parcels.
The brown packaging paper nearly ripped completely off of one.
"Is this a Cremble?" Mellie asked, admiring the fine detail of the oil painting. "I used to paint a little, as a hobby, you know."
"Not many recognize Cremble." The lady smiled, reaching in her purse and handing her a pamphlet. "Stop by the exhibit over here on First Street later."
Mellie thanked her and returned to her car. She loved to paint. She remembered in high school, how she dreamed of painting for the rest of her life.
She started backing her car out, glancing at the time.
A guy on a bicycle pounded on the trunk of her car, cursing at her. Mellie slammed on the brakes, watching the cyclist continue down the road.
She drove forward, put it back in park, and stepped out onto the street.
For as long as she remembered, she considered adulthood synonymous with money. Happiness, the same as money.
No.
Mellie strode down First Street, into the art exhibit. Cocktail dresses and suits filled the room.
"Excuse me, ma'am." The homeless man grinned. "I hear you enjoy painting?"
"Um, well..."
"This exhibit is a fundraiser to help those in need," the woman from the street explained, stepping into view from behind the man.
"Earlier, I was conducting a social experiment. I wanted a video to use for this evening," the homeless man said. "Would you care to say a few words?"
That was four years ago. Now, as she stands in a room of her own art, she reflects. If she denied the Assistant Dean of Hollister Arts Institute those eight dollars, or ignored his assistant when she tripped, Mellie's dreams may have withered.
Luck is not a mystical or random force; it is a return of that which you place into the world.
Closer look at Love
Love can be the sweetest remedy for a lonely heart or the venemous poison for an occupied heart.
It can be sweet as nectar or it can be bitter as a lemon.
It can woo the heart and make happy or it can damage it and embitter.
It can be the strongest fortress for a heart or it can be its greatest downfall.
It can inspire and create dreams or it can shatter and spiral down into nightmares.
It can turn two wills into one destiny or it can repel and create a world of unknowns.
It can be creative or destructive.
It can be true love or false lust.
Love is one of the most misunderstood emotion because once the feelings seems to fade away the person forgets to love actively.
To love someone is to never see the benefit of oneself but to follow through the action of pleasing the other's heart.
To love someone is to lay down one's life and be fully theirs.
To love some one is to trust the other with the most sacred gift God gave to humanity, the heart.
To love someone is to give the most treasured gift endowed with the most powerful emotions in one's hands and trust that they won't close their hands into a fist crushing it.
To love some one is sacred. It is a commitment between two imperfect people perfecting love every day by sharing emotions and carrying one another's burden and sorrow. It is a verb as much as it is a noun.
To love some one is to lay down your life for them. It is to make them happy and to do whatever it takes to satisfy their heart. To never break but to always be kind as a baby's laughter and sweet as honey.
To love someone is to be patient and be confident and secure. It is to never be too demanding that it feels forced but to expect the best to come from that person.
Love works best when two eyes can stare intimately and birth a smile. Love works best when it desires. Love works best when it is soft, tender and kind.
May love continue to be the purpose behind every action. May love be the motive behind every kiss, hugs, and acts of love because true love is the highest and brightest star that many look up to but rarely find it in front of them, next to them, loving them and caressing them.
TO THE DREAMERS
To the dreamers
Wild believers
The world feels us
It sees us.
Beat up but not breaking
Caught up always searching
To failure never submitting
Hope never losing.
Some paths out of sight
Wrong ways that feel right
Things aren't always outright
But God gives us the light.
Sometimes we feel our dreams are dead
And all we do is lie in bed
But don't let this be your end
Keep on charging ahead.
Yes,we never know our ending
If only we could see what we're becoming
And know the people to be friending
Life would be an amazing journey.
