Pets.

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HOW COULD YOU? - By Jim Willis, 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog ," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

Handwriting Analysis.

Here is an analysis of my handwriting:



Mike Ranel is moderately outgoing. His emotions are stirred by sympathy and heart rendering stories. In fact, he can be kind, friendly, affectionate and considerate of others. He has the ability to put himself into the other person's shoes.

Mike Ranel will be somewhat moody, with highs and lows. Sometimes he will be happy, the next day he might be sad. He has the unique ability to get along equally well with what psychology calls introverts and extroverts. This is because he is in between. Psychology calls Mike Ranel an ambivert. He understands the needs of both types. Although they get along, he will not tolerate anyone that is too "far out." He doesn't sway too far one way or the other.

When convincing him to buy a product or an idea, a heart rendering story could mean a great deal to him. He puts himself in the same situation as the person in the story, yet he will not buy anything that seems overly impractical or illogical. Mike Ranel is an expressive person. He outwardly shows his emotions. He may even show traces of tears when hearing a sad story.

Mike Ranel is a "middle-of-the-roader," politically as well as logically. He weighs both sides of an issue, sits on the fence, and then will decide when he finally has to. He basically doesn't relate to any far out ideas and usually won't go to the extreme on any issue.

People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Mike Ranel doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others.


Mike Ranel will demand respect and will expect others to treat him with honor and dignity. Mike Ranel believes in his ideas and will expect other people to also respect them. He has a lot of pride.


Mike Ranel will be candid and direct when expressing his opinion. He will tell them what he thinks if they ask for it, whether they like it or not. So, if they don't really want his opinion, don't ask for it!

Mike Ranel has a desire for attention. People around Mike Ranel will notice this need. He may fulfill this need by a variety of ways depending on his own character.

Mike Ranel can be defiant. He sometimes has the attitude that if someone doesn't like it the way he is doing it, then they can just "go to hell!" This trait may reveal itself in a rebellious nature that is always ready to resist forces which he thinks are infringing upon his freedom of action.

In reference to Mike Ranel's mental abilities, he has a very investigating and creating mind. He investigates projects rapidly because he is curious about many things. He gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but he soon must slow down and look at all the angles. He probably gets too many things going at once. When Mike Ranel slows down, then he becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, he must slow down to do it. He then decides what projects he has time to finish. Thus he finishes at a slower pace than when he started the project.

He has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. His mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. He can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. Mike Ranel can then switch into his low gear. When he is in the slower mode, he can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. He is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip.

Mike Ranel is a practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth. This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. He needs to visualize the end of a project before he starts. he finds joy in anticipation and planning. Notice that I said he plans everything he is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. Mike Ranel basically feels good about himself. He has a positive self-esteem which contributes to his success. He feels he has the ability to achieve anything he sets his mind to. However, he sets his goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". He has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, he will not take great risks, as they relate to his goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, his self-perception is better than average.

Mike Ranel is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect his ego when he feels hurt. He pokes people harder than he gets poked. These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time.

Mike Ranel is constantly disappointed when trying to reach success. He works very hard, perhaps harder than most, then just before succeeding, something happens that keeps him from success. Often, Mike Ranel changes to a second project just before the first one is finished, thus failing to complete the first project. Sometimes he changes because he feels he needs a different challenge. Mike Ranel feels dejected. This feeling relates to his failures. This trait is very important in a working situation and in a relationship. He must be handled in a very special way to get the most work from him or to make a relationship last. Concerning this trait, personality modification is available to change his life.

Mike Ranel has a healthy imagination and displays a fair amount of trust. He lets new people into his circle of friends. He uses his imagination to understand new ideas, things, and people.

For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space. If the inputted data was correct Mike Ranel has left lots of white space on the left side of the paper. Mike Ranel fills up the rest of the page in a normal fashion. If this is true, then Mike Ranel has a healthy relationship to the past and is ready to move on. The right side of the page represents the future and Mike Ranel is ready and willing to get started living now and planning for the future. Mike Ranel would like to leave the past behind and move on.

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What is a Hero?

Probably, the conventional perception of people on the word hero:

Heroes are the saviors of the day. They salvage certain event or people from the probable danger. They are the hope of everyone whenever things don’t fall into their places.

The word “hero” originated from Greece and was used in ancient mythology. Heroes are characterized by brute strength and possessing godlike powers. They are the ones who can defy all odds and turn the situation around. Their courage in facing problems, definitely, is inconceivable. Also, heroes can be described as the offspring of a mortal and a god.

In the real world, people from different ages perceive heroes differently:

One can be considered a hero if he/she does noble acts for the sake of humanity—just like how all young child considers them. When we ask who a hero is for a child, most probably they will answer fictional characters—the so-called superheroes. They are known for their supernatural powers. They come and save the day, fighting the bad guys, saving innocents lives, protecting establishments and other unimaginable things. One great example is the Justice League—a group of extraordinary individuals owning extra special powers. Superman, Batman, Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, Hawk Girl, The Flash and Martian Manhunter are some prominent characters. As the young minds of these children develop, a concept of a truly powerful being for a hero grows as well. This would be the primary reason why young people are the ones having the most ambitious and highest standards for making heroes. But as one ages, the range and awareness on heroism widens as well.

When we ask the higher elementary and high school students—teens for short, the word hero forms a different image. Heroes, for them, are the fearless national heroes who sacrifice and devote their lives for the manhood and for the good of the nation, who fought for our freedom, do their best to save our motherland from inhumane ravages of the conquerors. Other heroes in this level include the Samaritans who share their blessings to the needy and the “holy people” who continue to inspire and promote the word of God in dark corners of the globe.

A level higher, the perspective of the matured minds of the adults about hero is that they are the people who contributed something valuable—even to the small scale of people. They imparted service and help for the goodness and better of the society. Examples of these heroes are the people who save someone from drowning. In the fundamental sense, we can say that this act only benefits one life but in the larger judgment, they helped and did something.

Everyone can be a hero. As we grow up, indeed the standards of being a hero become less ideal for we tend to learn and experience more on life. Doing selfless acts not only for himself but for the greater good. It's only the recognition and prominence that the society can offer. We can be a hero for our family, friends, peers, acquaintances and even to ourselves. All we need is strong motivation, good vision and mission purposive enough to touch lives.

Heroes risk their lives, save lives and touch lives.