Mhm, så jag antar att jag har berättat om mormor som verkar vara sjuk hela tiden? Ja, nästa grej. Hon lyckades ramla och bryta benet. Vad är det med vår familj och råka ut för saker alltså? >.< Så i morgon åker jag till morfar igen för att hjälpa honom med huset och skit, och lär nog bo där ett tag då de kommer behöva hjälp när mormor kommer hem från sjukhuset igen med...

Så ja, mina planer om att gå till komvux på måndag verkar spolas på en gång.. jaja, jag lär i alla fall få lite tid med Minette, tänkte uppfostra henne lite :P

Uhm, ja det var väl allt, borde sova, ska upp tidigt i mrgn >.<

/Sandra

The Soldier stood and faced God, which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining, just as bright as his brass

“Step forward you Soldier, how shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek? To my Church have you been true?”

The soldier squared his shoulders and said, “No, Lord, I guess I ain’t.
Because those of us who carry guns, can’t always be a saint.

I’ve had to work most Sundays, and at time my talk was tough.
And sometimes I’ve been violent, because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny, that wasn’t mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime, when the bills just got to steep.

And I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me, I’ve wept unmanly tears.

I know I don’t deserve a place, among the people here.
They never wanted me around, except to calm their fears.

If you’ve a place for me here, Lord, it needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much. But if you don’t, I’ll understand.”

There was a silence all around the throne, where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly, for the judgment of his God.

“Step forward now, you soldier, you’ve borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heavens streets, you’ve done your time in Hell.”

Author Unknown