The picture above shows a pretty clear picture, both sides of the political party. The people against Trump and the people for him. I voted for Trump, and plan to again in 2020—maybe you want to vote for Bernie Sanders or Kamala Harris. You have opinions, thoughts, and concerns, which are all relevant to your life. You have things you want to say about people you do and don't like. Maybe you hate Trump, maybe you hate Democrats; whichever it is what if you couldn't have an opinion?
Our country depends on security. It depends on this because if we are vulnerable to attack or defeat, we fracture. Being in the military is not an assigned career. It's a choice that men and women make freely every day. A soldier goes where his commander tells him to go. He shoots who he has to shoot. Fights through trenches, mud, water, fire, hail, rain, and snow.
As children, we grow up learning through our parents. We learn by seeing, experiencing and what we are taught. Depending on where you are from and what era your parents were from depends on your upbringing. I grew up in a middle-class household. My parents were taught to be responsible, active members of the community. My dad went to college, got his master's and taught middle school and high school band my entire life. My mom was an artist, art teacher and stay at home mom.
My mom always said, "You've gotta kiss a few frogs before you find your prince." In the changing dating scene sometimes we get whiplash trying to understand whether our date really likes us. Is he into me? Does he like what I like? Is he telling the truth? Well, here are the indicators he might be into you.
In our small world of men and women there lay a very tight string connecting us in relationships. Sometimes its a strong one, other times its easily frayed. There are some things that drive men absolutely crazy when it comes to women and our jigsaw minds. Others men simply don't understand. Sometimes the complexity makes them unwilling to even try.
The wind blows hard through the summer grass. The high city buildings and rushing traffic begin making their sounds of the day. Loud honks of impatient cars, shouts of people trying to catch the buses and ringing church bells echo through the small apartment Gina Mills calls home. Her mother bangs pans against each other on the stove as she rushes to create some mystery breakfast from whatever was in the fridge.