This is a give-away from a friend of mine.

She is making custom mirrors and one is a give away. Go to her site to get details.

http://hitomineko-hn.blogspot.com/2011/02/giveaway-custom-japanese-deco-mirror.html

What come around, goes around...

"What comes around goes around". This is a timeless piece that we love to tell those that have been hurt. It give us some sense of gratification on knowing that one day they will feel the pain that some one has inflected on us. I have been reading many blogs and post where someone has been hurt by a friend, family member or co-worker. That we have been pushed aside, cheated on, ignored or even just forgotten. We comfort each other by saying, "Don't worry about (insert name), just remember","What comes around, goes around". Then we feel just a bit better knowing that one day they will be hurt by someone as bad as we have been hurt by them. It make the healing process a bit faster.
The point of my post is simply this; What if everything that is bad happing to us was the result of what we have done in the past. We have at one point abandoned our friends, used them and miss-treated them. Our past "SO"; we have neglected them, not appreciated them and even maybe cheated on them. Our family members who we were bitter to, jealous about and just plain mean. What if back then maybe they were being comforted and told not to worry that, "What comes around, goes around". So are we just reaping what we sowed? It is our time to hurt because we caused pain to others? This is something to consider now that we know how much it hurts, that we need to treat those around us the best way we can. Maybe all the hurt in the would would eventually go away....

When you think about your childhood, what's the first thing that comes to mind?

There is not much that I remember about my childhood except that my younger brother and I were always mean to the youngest one. It was always just Charlie and me. we would play war games and hide and seek in the field next to us. Climb the highest trees in the yard and built forts in the bushes. When our youngest brother came alone and was able to crawl and walk, it seem like our fun had ended and we became more of babysitters than War Hero's or Ninja's fighting evil. We tried to get rid of this little person always messing up our playtime. So we wanted to get rid of him. One day we thought we could place him in the mailbox and the mail-man would take him somewhere else. Well that did not work because the mailman would just ring the doorbell and hand over our brother to mom and tell her where he found him. Other times we would leave him in the field in hopes that wild dogs would take him away. Well the field was not so big, just an empty lot with a couple of tress and high grass and the only wild dogs in the area were the ones that would lick you to death and laid on their back for you to pet them. Well nothing really worked in getting rid of him so one day we just placed him in a pillow case and put him in the middle of the street. As my brother and I just sat on the porch watching him try to wiggle out of the case, cars were honking and slowing down to try to take a peek as to what it was. Finally a city bus came to a stop and the driver got out to see what it was. The driver started poking at the pillow case only to hear our little brother starting to cry. Well the look on the drivers face and all the passengers on the bus gave us the ugliest looks one could ever get. The drive came up the walkway with my younger brother in hand, ringing the doorbell again to telling our mom what horrible sons she had. I think this was the last day we ever took care of him and all the other days were just a blurr but to this day our youngest brother still not forgotten what we have done to him. He has no resentment to us but he will still refuses be left in a room alone with my brother and I.