12/26/2014

Dreams of Terror









Today, we are pleased to present Montel Kashirea as guest poster on the Paranormal/Supernatural topic.  Montel is an administrative clerk (presently on indefinite family medical leave) at a police department in the Midwest.  Montel is 44 years old, divorced has two children ages 14 and 8 years old.  In his spare time, Montel likes to read, bowl on the department bowling team, hunting, snow skiing and reading.

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I begin my story at my doctor's office.  Specifically, my psychiatrist.  Well....on second thought, perhaps I need to back up a bit and explain.  Since the early part of 2013, I have been having the same dream over and over. I would have this same dream, with slight  variations, 3 or 4 times a week.  I have had MRIs, brain scans, CAT scans and just about every type of test you can imagine.  They all came back negative, which was good and bad in a way.  If there was something physically wrong with me, perhaps it could be treated.  But, the prevailing diagnosis was that this dream was all in my head and I needed to talk it out with a psychiatrist who could bring out whatever deep rooted pain I had in my life.  I had no such secret pain.  I had a tremendous childhood, doted on by loving parents and grandparents.  I have two brothers and a sister.  We all got along famously and still do.  But, the medical community felt I had something deep-rooted that needed to come out and dealt with in some form or fashion.  This psychiatrist proved to be a total waste of my time just as I knew she would.  The only positive to come out of this was she suggested I undergo hypnosis from a certified doctor (I agreed to the hypnosis with mixed results).  You see, no matter how often I tell people this "dream" was real, no one believed me.  That also includes my now ex-wife.  This dream started out as just a dream and nothing more.  But, then it became more and more real to me.  Too real, in fact. 

The dream always starts out with me walking in a field of high weeds in some forested area.  It is near dusk, and it is always a light rain falling. It is always very cold.  Yes, I could feel the cold to my bones.  I sometimes see lightning in the background.  It seems I am always lost, not really knowing where I am walking to or walking from in this dream (which usually lasts all night).  I seem to walk for hours on end until I start up this hill to see a ramshackle cabin at the very top of the hill.  I start slowly up the hill to the cabin, sometimes slipping on the way.  When the dream first started, I could not make it all the way to the cabin at the top of the hill.  That soon changed, however.  I would make it to the porch of this cabin, look inside to see what I could see.  I could see very little on the outside.  So, I tried opening the door.  It is always stuck, but I somehow manage to open the door.  I enter inside the cold, dingy cabin.  There is always a fireplace with firewood nearby, matches on the mantle of the fireplace and a rocking chair in front of the fireplace.  Closing the door, I look around the cabin to see what I can see.   I see the outline of lamps, chairs, a handmade coffee table and an assortment of books in a bookcase.  I always light the fireplace and it lights quickly (which never happened for me with my fireplace at home).

This is where things start to get complicated.  I find myself sitting down  in the rocking chair, looking fearfully around the decrepit cabin.  Even with the fireplace roaring to life, I am always cold beyond words.  As I am sitting in the rocking chair, there are three LOUD knocks at the front door of the cabin.  I mean knocks hard enough to make the door fall inward.  But, it stays intact somehow.  I always get up out of the rocking chair, walk to the door....but I refuse to open it.  Then the shaking of the cabin starts up.  The entire cabin seems to be shaking hard enough for it slip off its foundation and down the hill.  The shaking seems to go on for an hour.  But, I doubt it lasts that long.  Remember, this is a dream.  Time has no influence here.  As suddenly as the shaking starts, it stops just as suddenly.  This is where I start having heart palpitations just typing this.  At a window adjacent to the front door, a darkness that is even darker than the moonless night takes shape.  There are a pair evil yellow eyes peering in at me with such hatred, words simply fail to describe.  The gut wrenching, guttural growl takes place sort of like.... UUUUUHHHHHHHH.....UUHHHHHHH.....GRRRRRRR.  I know I am not doing justice to the growl that is so frightening to me.  It is difficult to put into words just how horrific it is. Imagine the growl of a male African Lion, but a growl 5 times as powerful and deep as the normal growl of that one male lion. These eyes, and the growl, seem to go from window to window.  I am not sure just how long this goes on.  Maybe it lasts five minutes.  I am not sure.  But, it is enough to have me screaming at the top of my voice and waking my wife.  So, this takes us back to the office of my psychiatrist.

Before you say it, none of the prescription medicine I was taking caused bad dreams as some prescription medicine is prone to do.  So, after about two sessions with the psychiatrist , she prescribed Lunesta.  My problem was not sleeping, as I tried to explain to this psychiatrist.  My problem is what happens after I go to sleep.  It is like I am talking to a statue at the local library.  The effect is the same.  I quit taking Lunesta after 3 nights.  It had absolutely no effect on my problem.  Meanwhile, the above dream sequence takes place 3 or 4 times a week.  Each time it happens, it had seemed to get worse.  I actually felt my life was in danger in each dream by this dark beast with yellow eyes.  What could it be?  Some kind of demon?  Whatever it was, it hated me with the power of a thousand suns for reasons I don't understand.  With that thought in mind, I went to discuss it with my priest.  Again, the talking to a statue routine.  He said this was possibly a physical issue (after countless tests) or mental issue (ditto).  He told me there was nothing theological he could do.  Before I left, he did say one thing;  when I go to sleep, be sure to sleep with the crucifix dangling from the chain necklace I was wearing.  I told him I always take it off before bedtime.  The priest told me to wear it from now on when I go to bed.  I decided to do just that.  That decision took things off in a whole different direction.

The first night I slept with the crucifix, I went to sleep very quickly.  Usually, it takes me about 10-15 minutes before I fall to sleep.  But, not that first night.  As always, the same dream scenario I described above takes place.  Once I get out of the rocking chair to go to the door where the 3 loud knocks took place, something different happened....and it wasn't good.  The dark beast continued to go to each window, display the hate-filled yellow eyes at me.  But, this time, the window nearest the front door shattered.  The dark beast came into the house, roaring with anger at me!!!!! UHHHHH AAARRRGGGG, it continued at me as  I ran around the cabin doing my best to avoid it.  I am screaming at the top of my lungs for help, for someone to please save me from this evil being!!!!  That is when I am awakened by my wife.  She told me she had to slap me several times in order to wake me.  She is as hysterical with fear as I was at that moment.  She said I sounded like someone possessed.  That really bothered me when she said that.  We both went to the priest the next day.  He was of as much use as he was the first time I went.  We were at our wit's end.  Our marriage began to suffer as a result of these horrific dreams.  Things were going from bad to worse.

The second time I wore the crucifix to sleep, the same routine occurred.  The dark beast entering through the window and chasing me around the cabin.  Only this time, it materialized into something of a solid form.  It appeared to be more of a "man-beast" shape with three fingers on each hand.  Finally, the now man-beast shouted to me, "You belong to me...YOU BELONG TO ME!!!!"   This time, the man-beast grabbed me by my right arm and attempts to pull me through the window that it had broke through into the cabin.  I scream for everything I am worth asking God to help me, to have this thing release me.  As soon as I said that, I awoke with my wife again screaming for me to wake up.  Apparently, my wife could take no more.  The next morning, she took our two children and left.  I can't say that I blame her.  But, before she left, she made a phone call.  About two hours later, as I was preparing to take a shower, I heard a knock at the door.  The proverbial men in white coats had come for me.  My wife had been preparing to have me institutionalized for my problem for quite some time, I figured out later.  The official reason I was taken into state custody was that my mental state was such that I was a danger to myself and to those around me.  I could not figure that one out as I sat in the room that is monitored 24/7 by orderlies.  I would never hurt my wife or children or even myself.  Well, the latter was not quite true according to the state board of inquiry.

On my right arm were three light incisions (where the man-beast grabbed me) as if created by knives.  It was thought I was trying to kill myself.  I knew better.  But, no one would believe me.  So, here I sit in one of the finest mental hospitals in the Midwest. The dreams savagely continue.  Strangely, despite having my room searched three times a day for anything that I could use to injure myself, the incisions still occur on a weekly basis. The hospital officials are at a loss as to how this is happening.  I know what is happening.  But, again, no one believes me.  Meanwhile, this nightmare of hell continues.  The battle between me and this entity continues on.  I am learning to fight back at this thing. I believe I injured it in my last dream. This time, it was the man-beast that SCREAMED.   Eventually, I believe this dark beast, man-beast, whatever you want to call it, probably will kill me and I will never wake up from the dream.  I have to admit it's possible this will happen to me.

Or maybe I will kill it first. That's a possibility also.

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12/22/2014

The Final Christmas for David's Musings


The Final Christmas Post




Yes, indeed, this will be my final Christmas as editor, chief writer and all-around protagonist of David's Musings.  With this being the week of Christmas, I think I should make note of this being the final Christmas to be celebrated by this blog.  It will still be around next Christmas.  But, it will mostly be in read-only mode.  As stated previously, the dominant theme of this blog will become focused on guest posters in the Paranormal/Supernatural theme.  There will be the rare post from a staff writer.  But, virtually none from me.  So, I wanted to make a special note of this in this post.  I've shared some tips for safe Christmas shopping during previous Christmas seasons.  I've shared some of my special moments during Christmas over my life.  I hope I was able to keep things interesting here.  I just am not able to keep up 2 or 3 blogs any longer.  I had to let The Right Commentary slide into a blogspot.com address.  I have not made a post there in about 3 months.  I doubt I will make any more posts there as well.  My sole focus will be on my retirement blog, The Retired Baby Boomer. 

I have enjoyed this blog and the many friends I made and lost over the years.  I think of them a lot during Christmas.  I will always love Christmas.  It is a special time of year to me now and always has been.  It always will be special to me.  As I approach the 1000th post of this blog, I think of all the posts that we published and then deleted because we did not like them.  We would probably already be over 1000 posts if we had left them intact.  As it stands, this blog is at 973 posts now.  So, this final Christmas post adds to that total as well.  Our wish is that everyone will continue reading this blog even though I personally will no longer be involved after that 1000th post.  Others will take over management while I continue to be blog owner.

I want to wish everyone, and I do mean everyone a very Merry Christmas.  May all your prayers and wishes come true this Christmas.

JD Weldy

12/19/2014

Blog Update for December 2014






I wish I would have done a monthly update when I first started this blog.  As it is, I do one or two blog updates a year (at most).  As subscribers and visitors know by now, David's Musings is in it's winding down stage.  Sometime in either late March or early April, this blog will reach 1000 posts.  I feel that's enough for one blog. Also, on April 5, 2015, this blog will be 7 years old.  That is a Jurassic Period type age for a blog.  Most blogs don't last over 3 months.  I used to have quite a bit of activity here when this blog first started up.  Now, I get few in the way of comments. We have tried to make things as interesting as can be here.  But, apparently, people just weren't interested.  I confess, I didn't visit other blogs as often as I should have in order to generate more visitor comments.  We thought content alone would attract visitors who would comment.  After about the 3rd year, we didn't worry about getting comments.  Now, we just concentrate on content and if people want to comment, fine.  If they don't, that is fine also.  So, now with about 4 months to go before I take my leave of this blog, I want to say a few things that probably will be repeated in other blog updates.

To begin, this blog will not be shutting down!   The dominant theme here will be the highly successful Paranormal/Supernatural topic.  We will be accepting more stories since there will be at least two stories a month on this topic.  I have had to turn down many personal stories that I feel deserve to be published here.  I have been asked, in email, if I am considering putting all these stories into an eBook and publishing them.  That will involve a significant number of factors.  Not the least of these being the authors themselves.  That will be something we will have to work out over a period of negotiation.  I'm not sure how that will turn out.  As for me posting, my posting days are most likely over on David's Musings.  I have staff members who will post once in a while under my byline.  But, they will note it is a story by them at the end of the story.  Most of the stories will be, as stated, on the Paranormal/Supernatural topic.

I will be concentrating most of my time on my new retirement blog, The Retired Baby Boomer.  Unlike this blog, that blog does get quite a bit of comments and interaction among the visitors.  I encourage everyone who is close to retirement age, retired and just curious about retirement to please visit us there.  There is a lot of good information available both in the resources section and articles posted.  I currently have one other author who posts in addition to me.  I am looking for one more author to assist us.  If you have some sort of financial planning degree, you are especially welcome to join TRBB as an assistant author.  I hope to see you there.

As I said at the outset of this blog entry, this blog will be seven years old next April.  That seems almost impossible to believe.  It's been an interesting ride, to say the least.   I've been able to sooth the writer inside me.  I've been able to publish a novel in eBook form since this blog started.  I've been very appreciative all the encouragement I have received over the years to continue onward in my goal of getting "Diary:  Alone on Earth" published.  Again, we are closing on the 1000th post here and things will tend to change once that happens.

12/15/2014

Police Abuse #8







I'm not going to repeat all the accusations and counter-accusations in the killings of Eric Garner and Michael Brown.  You can read that anywhere on the internet.  What I will say is that I do not believe the police, in each instance, is 100% innocent and pure as the driven snow.  For example, I find Darren Wilson firing 12 times, at Michael Brown, a bit, shall we say, excessive?  Why continue firing at Brown as he is fleeing the scene?  Are there not fleeing felon laws in Missouri that forbid this?  Why not call for backup as he was in pursuit of Brown?  In the case of Eric Garner, when a suspect tells you he can't breath, why not let up to allow him to catch a breath?  Police said if they had allowed him off the ground, he would have become antagonistic again.  So, you just kill someone because of something they might do? I do not condone the violence in Ferguson over the Michael Brown death.  But, I don't approve of a police officer shooting at someone 12 times, including several times as that person was fleeing the scene.  Too many unarmed black men are being shot by police these days.  But, police brutality extends to every color, every race.  It just seems police have little regard for black people.  Something has to be done to correct this and soon. 

There has to be police accountability.  The grand jury takes the word of the district attorney of what happened and return no indictment.  The interaction between jury and DA must be investigated everywhere in this nation.  The jury must be independent and without prejudice of any case the DA brings to them.  Whenever a citizen files a complaint of police violating their civil rights, this must be investigated by an independent civilian board without any connection to the judicial system or law enforcement.  This is the only way police can be held accountable for their actions.  We cannot give total authority to police to do as they wish in every encounter with American citizens.  If police violate the rights they are sworn to uphold, then what difference is there between us and some Banana Republic where there are no rights for citizens?  Men and women have fought and died so we have the Bill of Rights.  These rights cannot be allowed to be infringed by someone wearing a blue uniform and shiny badge because that person is having a bad day. 

There has been recent talk of forcing all law enforcement, with power of arrest, to have liability insurance.  Those with no or few complaints get cheap insurance.  Those that have a high number of complaints must pay the highest rates just as car owners do that have had a number of speeding tickets.  I'm not sure that will ever happen.  But, it is a good idea.  The best idea I have heard is requiring all law enforcement to wear body cams that can never be turned off during the officer's shift.  They have pros and cons.  It would force both officer and citizen to be on their best behavior since the camera doesn't lie.  The cons are that many critics say nothing would keep police officers from turning off the camera or delete videos that could make them look bad.  There is a way around this.  If the officer turns off a camera, he is suspended without pay, immediately upon discovery.  The suspect then has all charges tossed out as a result.  Now, problems do occur to cameras that are not the fault of a police officer.  A good (independent) technician can determine if the body cam had been tampered with  or not.  These are two ideas to bring law enforcement personnel under control in this country.  Right now, law enforcement does as they wish because they know "others" have got their back.  That has to end.

12/12/2014

Christmas With My Ex-wife





I spent Thanksgiving with my ex-wife.  It now appears I will be spending Christmas with her as well.  It's not often I do something I know I will regret.  Thanksgiving lasted 24 hours and I had to leave for reasons I won't go into at this time.  I suspect Christmas is going to present the same problems for me and my ex-wife.  To be honest, we just don't get along when we are together longer than one day.  It seems we let little things cause arguments just as we did when we were married.  At the same time, neither of us wants to be alone for Christmas.  Nobody should be alone for Christmas.  It's heartbreaking to know there are so many people around the country who will be alone with nothing to celebrate Christmas.  I will say my ex-wife is a very generous person.  She has always been very free-hearted.  At times, she can be the most kind person you will ever meet.  At other times, she can be mean, if not cruel.  I've never quite understood her.  She lets the holidays get the best of her for one thing.  I have told her that the holidays are a time of celebration, not one of being angry about.

I have always loved Thanksgiving and especially Christmas.  Christmas is the season of love and giving.  A season of giving thanks for our savior, Jesus Christ.  It seems He is often forgotten during Christmas now.  My ex-wife certainly doesn't seem to think Jesus is the reason for the season.  She just can see Christmas as a burden and it should not be that way.  So, why do I go to house for Christmas, you may ask?  She needs me during this time and she doesn't even know it.  That's as succinctly as I can put it.  I pray things go smoother than they did at Thanksgiving.

12/08/2014

The Bobcat Encounter

Bobcats are a ferocious little feline that inhabits wooded areas in the South.  They are found all over North America for the most part.  Like most cats, they are solitary creatures who are very territorial. Bobcats can weigh from 15 to 40lbs. As a small child living in southern Mississippi, we would hear them scream at night.  They sound eerily like a woman screaming or at least, that is the way it sounded to me. Sometimes, bobcats would come up and try to get in our chicken coop at night.  The chickens would let out a squabbling that alerted my father.  My father shot a bobcat one night that had gotten himself entangled in the chicken wire.  Before he was shot, that bobcat let out screams that could be heard for at least a couple of miles.  It was my job to take out the bobcat the next morning.  I remember how small it appeared.  It wasn't much bigger than our housecat, Midnight.  Of course, Midnight feasted off any mice he could find and the cat food he got from us.  So, he was a big, fat cat. 

About a year after the above bobcat incident, my brother and I went on our Saturday morning stroll into the woods behind our house.  It was something we did each Saturday morning after we ate breakfast.  Of course, we would each have a powerful stick we took with us for safety reasons.  So, on this one particular cool, October morning, my brother and I went about exploring the vast wilderness of pine trees, high grasslands and whatever else we could see.  We had been walking about an hour, the maximum from our house we were allowed to go or were comfortable.  I knew at an earlier age, you can get turned around in the woods and get easily lost.  My one landmark was the creek which was always to the east.  As long as it wasn't a cloud covered day, I felt at ease being in the woods.  On one of these Saturday walks, we uncounted the remains of a dead deer.  It had been dead for about three months, at least.  So, we never knew what we were going to see on this weekly walk.

I told my brother, it was time to turn back.  We had seen nothing out of the ordinary anyway.  So, as we started to turn back, we heard a low, gutteral growl come from our left.  On top of a fallen pine tree was this full adult bobcat and he was in a bad mood.  My first thought we had come between him and his meal.  I saw traces of fur in front of me.  Most likely this bobcat had just killed a rabbit. I guess the bobcat thought we wanted to steal his morning meal.  I told my brother to move slowly to the right, very slowly.  But, as we started to slowly back away, the bobcat made an aggressive move by jumping off the pine tree as if he were preparing to attack.  This was completely out of character for a bobcat.  They were shy, solitary animals who did no want human contact at all. Bobcats would usually run if they even smelled humans in the area.  But, this bobcat was not running.  He appeared to be about to attack my little brother.  "Get out of here, GO!!!!." I yelled at the bobcat. The bobcat wasn't budging.  It was a game of chicken, from which, he was showing no hints of backing down.  This bobcat was acting completely out of character for any bobcat I had ever heard about.  I had never even heard of a bobcat attacking anyone.  Of course, leave it to me and my brother to come head to head with the one bobcat who was willing to give humans a run for their money.  The bobcat started crouching down and that told me he was about to leap at either my brother or me.  In desperation, I raised the heavy stick I had and lunged at the bobcat.  This startled the bobcat and he quickly disappeared deep into the woods.  My brother and I wasted no time getting back home.

I told my father and several others this story and all were incredulous.  Mr. Horace Owens, who was owner of a local meat market, said he had lived in southern Mississippi the entirety of his 74 years and had seen only one bobcat, which quickly ran away.  My father said it was possible the bobcat had rabies or just refused to walk away from a fresh kill.  No one bought that either as bobcats were extremely fearful of humans. But, as my father stated, the bobcats instinctively knew we were "small humans" and posed no significant threat.  No one accepted that either.  The most likely reason the bobcat did not run was due to a fresh kill or it possibly had rabies.  Two days after our encounter, we got news that a bobcat had attacked a 5-year-old girl in her back yard.  The bobcat then came after the father of the child.  The father killed the bobcat with a pistol he carried with him. As it turns out, the bobcat had rabies.  The child had to go through the painful series of rabies shots.  As it turns out, our story was verified by the unfortunate incident of the little girl.

You may be wondering why I am repeating this story about a bobcat so many years ago (in 1961).  A neighbor ran over a bobcat last Saturday night as he was turning into his driveway.  The bobcat had been searching for food in his garbage can and could not escape the car in time.  The bobcat did not die instantly.  He screamed for a period of time before someone took a gun and killed it.  It made me think about two things.  One, about the story I just repeated above.  Two, bobcats, like so many predators, are running out of natural habitat.  They are getting closer and closer to homes where people dwell.  Their encroachment on civilization could eventually spell their doom.


12/05/2014

Christmas Gift Problems







I like basically everything about the Christmas season.  It's a season of love, peace and giving.  But, it's the latter that causes me such problems.  I have just about run out of ideas on what to get relatives and friends.  I mean, you don't want to get the same gifts for the same people each year.  I am at a loss as to what to get nephews and nieces at Christmas.  I'm not the type to keep buying ties for men who won't wear them.  I don't know what to get little children any longer.  They play with something for a short time and then ignore it.  That is just money wasted.  So, this year, I have decided to  buy gift cards for everyone.  Yes, gift cards.  That way they can go buy what they want and indulge themselves. I'm tired of buying gifts that people brag about at Christmas and then put in the closet, never to be used.  Why not just let people buy what they really want for Christmas?  I admit that buying gift cards is the lazy way of buying Christmas gifts.  It takes no effort since you can buy the cards online. Of course, buying gifts online is much easier than fighting the crowds at the mall (do people still go to the mall?) or to major retailers like Wal-Mart.   Before online shopping became a major alternative, I would wait until the last week to do my Christmas shopping.  That was a major problem for me.  I didn't know what to buy my siblings and friends for Christmas. 

I don't envy people who go the brick and mortar route of buying Christmas gifts.  I would go into a store and never find what I want to buy for Christmas gifts.  Now, with the advent of online shopping, and, even better, Christmas gift cards take the headache out of buying Christmas gifts.  In fact, I would probably just tell everyone not to buy me a Christmas gift if I had to go to Wal-Mart or to the mall.  I hate Christmas shopping that much. 

12/01/2014

Christmas Shoplifting





With this being December 1st, 2014, it is the time of year when people lose what common sense they possess.  People tend to forget there are people out there to rob them blind of all their Christmas gifts and what money they have in their wallet or purse.  But, what really is a concern for most merchants, this time of year, is Christmas shoplifting.  Desperate people do desperate things this time of year.  People who ordinarily would not even think of stealing will do so this time of year.  Shoplifting (customer, employee and organized retail crime) is a $120 billion loss to retailers each year. In the four weeks leading up to Christmas, as much as $2 billion in merchandize is stolen.  People are shoplifting during the Christmas season, for the most part, because they are unable to buy gifts for loved ones.

It is estimated as many as 45% of shoplifters caught during this four week period are parents stealing gifts for children.  It appears to be an increased problem over the past five years due to a terrible economy and millions that are still unemployed or underemployed.  So, how are these people stealing merchandize?  The most common method is to simply put the items in a buggy and walk out of the store.  Most are out the door and into a waiting car before they can be stopped.  Another common method is the old backpack way. Enter the store with a backpack or just steal one in the store.  Fill it with the merchandize you want and walk out the store.  If you are caught, either drop the backpack in the store and run or try to talk your way out of it.  Running away seems to be the most popular of the two.  In either case, if you are caught, you are going to jail.  Chances are you will serve from 2 to 5 years in prison depending on the amount of merchandize stolen.

I realize how horrible it is to not have money to buy gifts for your children or girlfriend or boyfriend or whatever the case.  But, as bad as things are for you now, things will be even worse if you are caught shoplifting.  Christmas is a time of joy and happiness.  It is difficult to be joyful if you are not able to participate in this joyous holiday season.  I get that.  But, during this time, retailers employ extra people to watch for shoplifters.  More and more security cameras are installed now.  It is extremely difficult to shoplift in the major retailers such as Wal-Mart, Target or Sears.  In small retailers, such as the Dollar General stores, they make things difficult also.  I know how they do it now.  But, I don't want to give away how they stop shoplifters.  Instead of shoplifting during Christmas, please consider the Toys for Tots campaign, the Salvation Army and a whole host of charities that will help you during Christmas if you qualify. There is no need to shoplift.  All you have to do is exert yourself during this time to help your family and loved ones out.  Don't give in to temptation to shoplift at retailers during Christmas.  It is not worth it!

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