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It seems to me that what started out as a non malicious informing turned into a whole lot more. By their reactions it seems to me that they are the ones that need a little growing up and the mother may need to keep a little better tabs on what is going on in her own home. As for the kid.... I have often said that most children, as well as adults, have lost the grasp on an honest work ethic, and have adopted a grossly overextended sense of entitlement. I am appalled at the ignorance of this child, who makes assumptions about people on disability, although it is a learned behavior that is shared by the population at large. I too am on disability, and have to survive on the meager supplemental income the fed has deemed I deserve. I too started work at a young age (15, you can work agriculture in my former home state of North Carolina)and felt it necessary to take care of and advance myself without the help of others and have a hard time dealing with the fact that I will never again have a six figure income. I miss the days when I had money to burn, and could provide a lifestyle that was comfortable and casual. Most do not realize that although I feel fine now, if I do go back and try to reenter the workforce, it is not the meager money that the federal government provides that will be missed, it is the almost four thousand a month in medication plus all the doctors visits that I attend that keep me sane and alive that would fall by the wayside. The math I have done is simple. I would, as I am sure you would too, have to be able to take an entry level job that makes 140 thousand dollars a year, and that does not even cover basic living expenses, to cover just the basics for healthcare. If someone knows where such a job exists, let me know and I will even relocate. Sorry for the digression. You were in the right, take a deep breath, and ride out the wave of idiocracy.
Kerry
Here is some food for thought, story of inspiration or whatever you want to call it, know that it is the truth. Please read Simon's story. My name is Simon and I am a 29 year old male. I first discovered that I was HIV Positive in June of 2009. Three weeks earlier I had gone to a local health center for testing and I was negative. The following week I applied for life insurance and was denied because my test results came back positive. When I received my results, for some reason I was calm. Instead of searching for treatments, I immediately went online to search for the cure – that’s when I ran across the youtube.com presentation of Apostle Shada Mishe. I immediately e-mailed him and he asked me some very basic information: my name, viral load, and age. When I e-mailed him this information, he invited me to come to his home in Toronto to get some Ambush. Ambush was the cure that the Apostle was presenting on youtube.com. The Apostle said that Ambush kills HIV/AIDS completely in 21 days. I didn’t have a passport at the time, and I live in the U.S., so the Apostle gave me an open invitation and told me to contact him when I was ready to come. I traveled to see the Apostle on the 4th of July. Before I left, I sent him a final e-mail asking him if I needed to bring anything and he replied, “just you.” I arrived at the Apostle’s home very early in the morning, in fact, he was still asleep. Nevertheless, when he answered the door, he greeted me with a big hug and said, “hello my son.” He explained to me that he needed a little more time to finish making the Ambush, so I sat. He then bought in a pan of water and a towel and asked me to take off my socks, and then he washed my feet. He then anointed me from head to feet in oil, as he prayed with me. We sat for hours and talked about almost everything: the state of the world, religion, sex, family, goals, etc. He informed me that from that point on he was my father and there was nothing that I should feel I couldn’t tell him. Once the Ambush was ready, the Apostle bought some to me in a small glass. He took a sip first then told me to drink it. Surprisingly, it had a pleasant taste – like tea with ginger. He told me to drink it three times daily for the next three weeks. He packaged it in a bottle and gave it to me. Before I left his home, he told me to put my hands on this huge slab of marble. He put his hands on it too and then he prayed for me. I immediately felt a spirit of peace. For the next three weeks I took the recommended dosage of Ambush. The Apostle also told me to take a daily vitamin supplement with it. In the first week I felt no change. In the second week I felt very sluggish, nauseated and I noticed that my hair was thinning rapidly. I felt like I was going through chemotherapy. This was a direct contrast to how the Apostle told me I would feel. He said that I would have more energy, my skin would look better and I would feel healthier than I had in a long time. I never stopped taking the Ambush, but I communicated my concerns to the Apostle through e-mail. Each time I e-mailed him, he immediately responded, answering all of my questions and coddling my fears. I went and got blood work after I completed taking the Ambush. It took a few months for me to go back because I was scared. I knew what I had prayed for and what the Apostle had told me, but if this didn’t work, I would have to face the fact that I would die from AIDS. In early October, I got my test results back. My doctor informed me that he was expecting my viral load to be in the double digit thousands because I had recently contracted the disease, but it came back at 69! This was outstanding. I called the Apostle and we talked over the phone and rejoiced. He told me to come back to see him before I got tested again. I did. He gave me another three week supply of Ambush. On December 21, 2009 I was diagnosed as undetectable. That was the best Christmas present that I could have received. I am telling my story because there are millions of people infected with HIV/ AIDS. There is a cure! I paid nothing for Ambush and no one has paid me to write this story. This information is pure fact. My hope is that someone with the power to manufacture this cure will read this story, so that thousands of people will stop suffering and dying needlessly of this disease each year. There is hope and I have found it in Ambush and Apostle Shada Mishe. Article Submitted on January 1, 2010 by Simon T.
January 6, 2010