Exit: My Hero~

Hello Mrs. Ohoud

Hi girls
While I'm reading a book stories, that talks about real Life experience of diffrent ages. I read a simple poem written by amanda. It shows love, pain and strength.

try to know who is that person Amand talks about ?? of course he is not her boyfriend

So,, try to figure it




You are always there
You give me strenght
And for all of this
I must give you thanks



It should be
The other way around
I should be helping you
When you are down



So when the pain is too much to bear
and I cannot be there
Take this poem and read it through
And know that I will always love you!

I hope you like it ,,

C U

I should be helping you
So when the pain is too much to bear
and I cannot be there



from these words I guess Amanda talks about her daughter or her mother

I could feel it its obvious

thank you Ashjan

Beautiful poem So sweat ..I'm not sure who's the speaker but it sure touched me thanx a million Sho Sho

J.J.

Oh Shu Shu
that's totally awesome

Umm Shall I spill the beans?

Don't worry I won't tell anyone

Thanks dear
Just waiting for you to post the whole story!so excited about it.

Hi there

How is everyone ??

I aske my friend Memo abut it and she say so, that the poem from Amanda to her daughter or son

But, It is not

Thank you Mrs.Ohoud

thanks girls for the comment

AND NOW ..

here is the story of the poem..

you could never tell from the outside of the building that there was an apartment inside,but of course Jay was always different.The smell of leather penetrated your nostrils as soon as you entered.Everything was out of the ordinary and extremely expensive,but that was him.He was not just my uncle;he was my friend;he was my hero;he was Jay.
A rush of memories have resently flooded my mind.i remember when i was 5 years old, and a flower girl in his wedding and later,wondered why he got a divorce!. i remember looking out his bedroom window and watching the traffic below,hearing the cheering of the crowd at the baseball game,and eating at the chinese restaurant near his apartment.
I remember when he took my sister and me on trips through the city to the top of the talest buildings and the grand opning of that record store to shop. Jay was the most outrageous shopper.every time we visited,he would say,"did you see what i bought?" it was always something extravagant and very cool,but that was Jay.now i know where i got my expensive taste.

As we grew older,though,he trips and sleep overs stopped.we would go for short visits, and a few times my grand mother and i would go and help him work in his garden.

Then things got worse.the garden became too much for him.In fact, the city got to be to much.Jay needed someone with him all the time, and it was easier for him to move back home.So he completly redid the upstairs of my grand mother house.It was amazing! It looked sxactly like his old a partment, only smaller.It even smelled of leather,and he still had something new evrey time I saw him.

Things were different now.My visits were reduced to sitting on his leather couch and watching TV,so Jay would have someone there with him while he dozed.It began to get very difficult,but I wanted to do anything to spend as many hours with him as I could.

I have clear memories of playing cards,happily making him somthing to eat ,or taking him for short walks in his wheelchair.Still later,I would sit in a dark bedroom staring out the window while monitoring his intravenous tubes and thinking he didn't have much time left. I tried to prepaer myself,but that didn't work.

On January9,I had been looking forward to sleeping in. I was surprised to be woken up at 8:30 am by my dad.
"Amanda,Jay died this morning,hon." I was in shock.
AIDS had taken my hero away.
Jay lived longer than most AIDS patients, but that was not the only difference.

Jay had decided early that he would not let AIDS lick him.He went to schools to teach kids the dangers of this disease,spoke at conferences,worked with the AIDS Action Committee,and,most of all,worked with our family.

Although it has been hard since he died.I have thought a lot about how Jay affected my life.He taught me about love,strenght, and courage.If it weren't for him,I would not have been strong enough to make it throug.He was and always will be my hero.No one in the world had more courage.I remember wondring how I could tell him,so I wrote Jay a poem thanking him for all he had done.It was his christmas gift.

On christmas Eve, my family went to my grandmother's hose as usual.When Jay was alone, I went upstairs to see him.I gave him the poem wrapped in box and watched him open it with difficalty because his fingers were swollen.

I watched him read the poem.When he was done, he looked up through his tears, saying,"This is the best present I've ever gotten!"He hugged me.
Afterward,he told me it was very adult of me to tell him that it was okay to die.He had fought long and hard ,and it was okay to let go.That hug is so vivid.It was the last time I saw him.I should be thankful I got to say good-bye and,most of all,tell him how i felt.


Some people feel that bad things happen to people becaues they deserve it,but no one deserves AIDS,especially Jay.Of course,he was not perfect.Sometimes,he was obnoxious and arrogant,but that was Jay,and he was special.He touched the hearts of everyone he met and made a little space there.When he died,his soul broke into a million pieces and went to all those littel spaces.Yes, a light went out that Sunday morning,but it is still shining brightly in my heart.

I like this story ,, I hope you like it Msr.Ohoud ..
I'm sorry if there is any spelling mistakes,but i try hard to avoid it..

see you soon with another poem & another story

LOTUS << thats me