Yet Another Poem

 I have been so busy lately that I was not able to post a blog. My new entry is this poem I wrote in Wattpad. If your up to it, just clicked and read. This poem is inspired by a friend.
Indignation Untold - Wattpad

Poetry - That Part of Me - Wattpad

Do you love dark poetry? I have just a collection of dark poetry. Some of the poems might be reflective of my feelings or personality. Majority of it though are inspired by other individuals.

Poetry - That Part of Me - Wattpad

Poetry - Helen is Here - Wattpad

Remember Helen of Troy? Okay, so this might help you recall http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helen_of_Troy.

She has the faced that launched a thousand ships. Her beauty is just so intense that people fought over her. I wrote a poem inspired by that commanding beauty of Helen. You know, the way she takes over and grab other people's attention. When, I was learning about her in high school I imagined that if she walked into that our classroom room would all be in awe of her sublime beauty.

A friend of mine is such a pageant geek. If starts talking about it, it will be hard to step on the breaks. He would show me pictures and videos. I would sit there and wonder how it feels like to walk into that stage and have the world's eyes all set on you. Then, I realized something, these ladies are the Helens of the present time.  Grace, wit, and passion are just the few things that they channel as the stride on that stage.

I sit there wondering how they do it. Then, my friend told me about all the rigid training that they have to take before they go into the stage. So I guess in pageants, when each one of them walk into that stage they have that sense of hunger for the title.

I wrote a poem inspired by a beauty queens journey and the characteristics that they show.
Poetry - Helen is Here - Wattpad

Poetry - Indignation No Longer Whole - Wattpad

This poem is inspired by a really close friend of mine. After a breakup, he suffered some form of depression. The sight of him draws out emotions that are beyond my grasp. I might not have first hand experience, in heart break but he sure did give a front row sit. As the events unfolded, I saw him slowly losing that certain part of him. There are times when people just feel like something is missing. The feeling of emptiness is evident in my friend.

Poetry - Indignation No Longer Whole - Wattpad

Poetry - That Part of Me It's Not Faraway - Wattpad

In this poem I was thinking about how far my dreams seem to be, but I am not willing to simply let it go.
Poetry - That Part of Me It's Not Faraway - Wattpad

Poetry - That Part of Me Moments of Lucidity - Wattpad

This poem was inspired by someone else. I am trying to understand the complexities of mental disorder.

Poetry - That Part of Me Moments of Lucidity - Wattpad

Poetry - That Part of Me Judged Again - Wattpad

People get judged a lot. We judge and we get judged. This is just simply us being human. Read my poem on how I sometimes feel about being criticized.
Poetry - That Part of Me Judged Again - Wattpad

Poetry - That Part of Me Nightmare - Wattpad

Read my poem at this site.

Poetry - That Part of Me Nightmare - Wattpad

Poetry - That Part of Me Indignation - Wattpad

Come read my poem..


Poetry - That Part of Me Indignation - Wattpad

Inspiration: No Hands

When I was young, I used to pick up things with my foot or my mouth and announce to everyone look NO HANDS. The people would give out an encouraging cheer. As I thought, if I could pick up things without using my hands then I'd be like a circus performer, like I am doing something that other people can't do. I the effort that you have to make to pick up something without hands is extremely difficult and creating something beautiful without out the used your hands is just epic. 

 A friend of mind told me that there is this Filipina chief on television that chops up vegetable so beautifully. I stopped her and told her what so beautiful about chopping vegetables. I mean its a feat that could be performed by a lot of people. My friend answered will not in her case though. She looked at me with eyes wide-open with a smile in her face and uttered that this lady has to hands. Suddenly, I felt the pang of guilt  in my heart for uttering such words. A short while later I felt that flood of sorry envelope me. I asked my friend for this girls name but she did not remember. I just had to find out and look at her for myself. So, I resorted to the most readily available means of research today, Google. 

 I googled the matter using this exact phrase "Filipina Chef with No Hands ". There was a long list of search results. One of which is this wonderful article by Bo Sanchez http://www.philippinesentinel.org/2010/12/a-filipino-chef-without-hands-by-bo-sanchez/.

This is miss Maricel Apatan the "Chief with no Hands". She got her hacked off by a couple of goons that killed her uncle. At the tender age of eleven she was fighting for her life, as she pretended to be dead as the goons run away from the scene of the crime. When, Maricel realize that the attackers where gone she struggled to make her way home while her hands where held only by a small amount of flesh. At such a young age, she was left with the realization that she is going to live the rest of life without hands. In those early years she struggled to get a since of normality back into her life. Then despite all the hardships that she has to go through she managed to turned the disability into an opportunity. 

Maricel Apatan's story is featured  in RD Asia with the title "Recipe for Inspiration". You can also watch her life being portrayed in Magpakailanman and you could easily find that episode in youtube.com. Here is also a brief feature of Ms. Apatan in the morning show UH Morning Star. 

If you are going through a hard time you just give it your best work hard and set your eyes on the price. If you feel like you can't do it anymore think of people like Maricel who turned something negative into an infinite possibility. 

Imagine if someone with no hands can make something beautiful as this. I don't feel sorry for her anymore, in fact I feel sorry for feeling sorry for her. I mean of my twenty years of existence what have I done with my two hands? 

 I look at her and I don't see a disable person, I see my inspiration. You can fight whether its a physical,emotional, or that state of mind where you perceive you can not do something. You can rise, work pray and be inspiration to a lot of people.  I hope by spreading Maricel's story I will be able to spread a positive wave of inspiration. 

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Unrequited Love

Unrequited Love 

Yes, I know we have all been there.  Have you been in situations where you like someone but he or she like someone else. I am speaking with the intent of exaggerating because when I see all I mean those who can relate to me. Ah, the word love in itself is an exaggeration  of feelings,hormones, neurotransmitter and hyperactive sections of the brain. I don't want to be scientific, this is just me yapping about the extreme grasp of love. It such a powerful word and emotion that it could make: poets;painters;novelists; singers;scientists; and in the dark side of the equation it could even give rise to criminals and robbers. (Although, I beg you not to dwell on the last part of the previous statement). I believe love comes in different dimensions and it could be cloth in the facades. One of which is the one-sided kind of love, what we call unrequited love. Who could be a better example of the agony felt when unrequited love showers you with its not so lovely blessing, than the lovely Eponine from Les Miserables.  The song "On My Own" from Les Miserables has move me to tears countless times. For me its like the anthem of all unrequited love. 

Samantha Barks as Eponine

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Poetry: Unsure

Unsure

By Dara Mae Velasco

I am drowning in the miseries of my life

Contemplating on whether I should end it with a knife

I want to cry

Or bleed myself dry

What is worse, dying young?

Or living with everything else going wrong ?

I am troubled and I need peace

I just could not find it in this earthly place

No voice could calm the child inside of me

No touch can make pain go away

It’s like the scar that never heals

In my spine, it sends down chills

Feelings that I could not simply deny

Am I leaving a lie?

I have come to the point where I can’t see

The future ahead of me

Once upon a time

I was at my prime

When ask what I want to be

I was sure to answer with such a glee

If you would ask me now

I would simply give a sigh and bow

For I am unsure

And there seems to be no cure 

About to Give Up? Don't..

There are days that just pushed you to your limits. There are times when you feel like you had enough of all the struggles that you have to faced.  There are moments that you feel like this pain is just unbearable and you want it to end then and there. There are mornings when the process of getting out of bed drains you of all energy. In the silence of the night you cry for reasons so concrete its hard to simply break from that streak of depression.

You stand there right on the ledge contemplating on how exactly, are you going to end your life fast and as painless as possible. Question what is the meaning of my life? Why am I here? Is there a tomorrow I can look forward to? Or you might think that you will end it because it gets to confusing, and  your losing your grip of reality. You've fake a smile for so long that you've come to think that may be you are happy. Then behind close doors, a flood of tears would come because the struggle just keep on surfacing. In the silence of an empty room you tell yourself: I give up; I had enough; it's time to end this. 

If you have ever had those feelings describe above for such a long time then you might be depressed and suicidal. I don't judged you for feeling so because I too have fallen to this trap once but I am glad I come out fighting. I am continually fighting and I am able to this because I have friends, I have family and God. I guess what I want you to know though, is that you are not alone and it's okay to talk about it with someone.  Get the negativity out and pour in some positive thoughts into your heart and soul.

Newsflash, no death is ever rid of pain. No matter how beautifully we paint the word death, it is still and will always back-dropped with an eerie  feeling.  Come out victorious from these dark thoughts and be an inspiration to someone. Express yourself and spread the love. 

I wrote a poem entitled Suicidal at a time when I felt most vulnerable to this kind of tendency. I am glad I wrote because it eased the burden and it paved the way to a thorough understanding. Suicide is not an answer it is a cry for help. 

I am not an expert in this matter but I know how it feels. I know how long those gloomy hopeless days would seem. I know what its like to feel so uncertain about the future that you have to summon a ton of energy just to get through the day. If you have the time take a moment to listen to the song entitled Something More by Nick Vujicic.

I am willing to listen to you, so please feel free to contact me at splashof3is@gmail.com or dm me on twitter my username is splashof3is.

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Inspiration: Liz Murray

             Harvard is a school for the elite, right?Probably reserve for the people born with some good fortune. Can you even imagine someone homeless, parentless and dirt-poor walking its halls and attending and graduating from this grand university? I bet you'd have your doubts, or even shrugged your shoulder in disbelief when I tell you that yes its possible. 

            I would like you to meet one of my inspirations, Ms. Liz Murray. 

Liz Murray and her mother 

              Liz Murray has beat the odds and made her way to Harvard. Ah, whenever  I remember her story I feel the rush of inspiration gosh through my bloodstream. She has been through a lot of things but she was able to redefine herself despite of the hardships of world she was born in. Her parents were druggies and society has labeled her as those who will not achieve anything significant. She has been dubbed as someone that has no hope and can't stray from the doomed path her world has set on her. The spirit, the smarts and the dedication of this lady is just remarkable.

              If you want to know more about Liz Murray you could actually watch her story in the Lifetime movie Homeless to Harvard. 

                 
             If you feel like giving up because your present circumstances, stop, breath, and think of  Liz Murray. Be an inspiration to someone. Succeed and prove the doubters.

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Poetry: Suicidal

Suicidal

by Dara Velasco 

Caught the moment of total uncertainty 

I write a note

Slit my throat

Cut my wrist

Jump off the boat and just drift

To no-where-land

Where all hope is gone

Chug a couple of pills

Drive recklessly down the dangerous hills

Hung myself on the rope

Throw myself on that rugged slope

Jump off the building

Or in front of the bus that is fast approaching

I could think of million ways to kill myself

I stand as a person, who lost all her pelf

In search of a strength that has gone adrift

Every now and then I feel a sudden shift

Emotions so heavy

It leaves me queasy

Devastated and gasping for air

I meet the world with my blank stare

My love, my hope, my dreams they have escape me

The future I planned, I can no longer see

Burden by the weight of these emotions

And the thoughts that produce these commotions

A lot of choices of how to end my life

On how to end this horrible earthly strife

The one thing that scares me more

The thing makes me feel such intense gore

It is the notion that I might succeed

The thought that I might be freed

That is pretty convincing

The reality however, is more heart-wrenching

I leave my physical body

But I know for certain, I gain no sort of victory

Instead I’ll be joining Satan in his dominion

And that is such an unsightly reunion

For the rest of eternity I’ll be left to join the Evil’s dance

Because I was a afraid to give life a chance

I see my family suffering too

It’s going to be hard for them let go

I drop the rope

Step away from the slope

Step away from ledge

Threw that knife with such sharp edge

I shut my eyes for awhile

Drive these thoughts that are very vile

In the moment of solitude

I find time for gratitude

Thanking God for saving me

And freeing me

From the bout of emotional uncertainty

Happy days,sunny days, glorious days are ahead of me

--xoxoxoxox--

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Hunger Games: Catching Fire

Well, hello there I just can't wait for the sequel of the Hunger Games. I have read the triology and I love it. It stirred my imagination, so much that the scenes visit my dreams.  So as to watching the movie, I am not really waiting on how the story will unfold, but on how they manage of let the words fly from the pages and paint a picture with it.

 This first movie Hunger Games certainly did not disappoint. The special effects for the movie was stunning. They captured every angle of the story in the screen. The actors fitted the characters fairly well. At the start, I had my doubts but I was astonished to how  I grew to love the characters. I like the characters so much that I felt their pain, their love and their suffering. Jennifer Lawrence certainly was made  for the role and rest of the cast did  not disappoint as well.

The world watched the Hunger Games and it built a strong solid fan based. So, we got to hope for Catching Fire and by we I mean the millions of HG fans out there.

I'm sure Hunger Games fans share my sentiment when I say, we just can't wait for November. Yup, the movie Catching Fire will be released this November 2013. I am so excited with this movie I can't wait to see the fashion and the effects. I am anticipating, how they get to make the 75th Hunger Games ticking-clock-arena come to life.  When, I was reading the books I imagined every bit of detail with pure amazement and so, I hope the movie can deliver the same effect.

I can't wait to see Peeta and Katniss in their Victory Tour.

I am also greatly anticipating the fashion showcase of the movie catching fire.  Such as the lovely weeding dress of Katniss that could be magically transformed into a mocking bird outfit. Looking forward to seeing the new set of bizarre Capitol's couture.  Of course, for the Quarter Quell there are a lot more character and therefore a lot more people dress up. Yeay..

Katniss in her wedding gown

Effie in Capitol Fashion 

It's sad to think that as the series gains character it will lose some very vital ones as well. Ah, I hate repeating the feeling of sadness that I felt as I read gruesome details of death of some  of my favorite character. Anyway, that feeling is met with the anticipation the movie Catching Fire will put a face to some characters in the book.  Johanna Mason, Finnick Odair, Beetee, the morphlings will be finally gracing the big screen. I love the book character Finnick Odair and Johanna Mason. I have fallen for Finnick's wits, flirty nature and his awesome physique. I certainly hope that the actor playing Finnich Odair will give justice to the character.  Johanna maybe a little mean-spirited but only because the Capitol has made her that way. Innately though, I strongly believe that she is a good person. As you might now already know from reading the book, or will know from watching the movie, she is vital to the survival of Katniss.  Also, I just love Beetee's smarts, and like him even more the last book Mockingjay.

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Beetee

Let me fire up your anticipation even more with this teaser trailer of Catching Fire. 

I bet you can't wait for November right. Hang in there the wait will be over before you know it.

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5 Things That Annoy Me

There just things, people or events that kinda pushes the wrong buttons at times. There are certain that drive me nuts because its just simply nuisance.  So here it blows,  the five things that annoy me most:

1. unnecessary noise 

   - I greatly appreciate the silence that I experience, if you happen to break with absolutely unnecessary noise then you will certainly annoy me.  I love silence because it helps me think and it relaxes me.  So,  I'd appreciate it if people will lower there voices and the noises that they make specially if I am bet down,studying,  or  simply stuck in the middle of a good book. 

 We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.

Mother Teresa 

2. my hair

- Yes, as shallow as this could be my hair annoys me at times. I have thick black hair that seems to have a mind of its own. In never stays in place and that annoys me so much. It practically and trainable. No amount of trip to the salon could ease this wild beast that is on top of my head. Well, so much you hair as your crowning glory. No need to be sorry though, because my choices so narrow. It's either let it be or shave it off. The latter is not an option, I'd look like my brothers if I do that. So no matter how hair displease me at times, I just to recall the glorious time that we do have together. 

3. rude people 

- I was raised by my parents well, or so I'd like to think. Treating people with utmost respect no matter their stature in life was what parents instilled in me. Frankly, I believe that this should be a priority to everyone; to treat one another with respect. This state is most probably the reason why rude people annoy me so much. There so many ways to do things or say things politely, why can't they summoned just so they can't hurt other people's feelings. I am not sure what they have been through specifically but I think they are also fighting their own battles. Rudeness ticks me off that much that I'd hurt even if I am the one addressed by the rude person. I hope everyone could just understand that politeness can brighten everyone's day. If you send negative feelings out then I am sure your get the same back. 

4. slow wifi 

- Well, this only pisses me off I have a very important thing to do any connection is failing me. Oh, men I'd go on nuts when this happen. I'd be restless that I'll check my modem several times. On ordinary days though, if I find that wifi to slow I just sleep it off or divert my attention to other things. I don't want to spend my energy fussing a thing as trivial as a slow wifi connection. 

5. my brothers

- Well, I think I am not alone when I say I am sometimes annoyed by my siblings.  They are the some all things that annoy me. They make unnecessary noises when I need absolute silence.  They remind of how messy my hair is and how it looks like a bird's nest. They even go on and mess up my hair when I have already fixed. If they see me terrible busy in front of the computer that when they use their gadgets thereby slowing my internet connection. Now, ain't a pain in my neck.  I think it is there life's mission to plagued my daily existence . The point that they extend a lot of effort to annoy makes them rude at times. 

So, what annoys you? 

Bad Dreams

Awoken in the middle of the night, sweating profusely and trying to catch my breath. Yes, I had the nightmare again. Why does and how does this happen anyway?

They say that nightmares are simply dreams gone bad. Oh, I could just imagine how many times I have been awaken in the middle of the night because the sheer terror I experience in my dreams.  Sights of creatures so terrible that I tremble with the mere thought of them. Image of powerless and defenseless scenarios flashing through my mind. These nightmares however occurs less often as I grew older. Recent nightmares though seemed more real, carries more weight and I think conveys more internal message. When, I was a kid nightmares were made of characters that I could never equate being poignantly real. What I mean to say is; yes somehow I was scared of them, but it  did they do not seemed to stress me out during my waking hours. The bad dreams that I do have right now though,could constantly plagued my daily existence. In fact, it so moving that I was able to write this piece of poetry entitled Nightmare . 

So apparently nightmares happen during the rapid eye movement (REM) during your sleep. As to the mechanics of how that happens I am still in the process of understanding it and I believe even scientists are still in the process refining their theories about dreams. 

 I was curious though, what causes you to have nightmares? I come up with a short list that I have researched in the net : 

> stress

>lack of sleep 

>anxiety 

>depression

>medications

> drugs of abuse 

> alcohol and drug withdrawal 

>pregnancy

>hospitalization 

I bet there might be other reason out there. So, if you know some post it in the comments below so I can update the information in this blog.

If you want to learn more on the mechanics of dreaming you can watch this BBC documentary. This helped me understand the complexities of dreaming and I bet it will also shed light in your curious minds.

Photo from http://kalessaradan.deviantart.com/art/Nightmare-20238632.

Poetry: Judged Again

Judged Again

by Dara Velasco

The crowd pushes me beyond my comfort zone

You know that I rather be alone

Than be in a sea of disgruntled strangers

In my head I count the unforeseen dangers

They make me fake a happy face

As if that is always the case

What I really want to do, is run to the corner

Where I will feel much safer

People might say that I am recluse

But it is what I chose

Over the disorienting public

Because sometimes they just make me panic

I hold my breath and count to ten

And then I’d be ready to be judged again

Sometimes the naysayers accomplish their aim

Sometimes I take the claim

I take my silent victory cheer

Despite the resounding jeer

When the curtains are down and the shows over

I’d know that I am an ounce braver

For I had the courage to face prying eyes

And the perpetrators in disguise

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Poetry: Nightmare

Nightmare

by: Dara Velasco 

Photo from: http://kalessaradan.deviantart.com/art/Nightmare-20238632

Drenched in my own sweat

It is still dawn and I am already on my feet

I just had that horrible nightmare once again

To my disdain

It has been torturing me like the black plague

Though somehow, as time pass by it becomes more and more vague

I could not remember the exact details of such horrid experience

And yet seconds ago the atmosphere was more intense

I could still feel my heart pounding

My cries resounding

The hair in every corner of my skin standing

Terrified of that dark being

He, she, or it towered above me

Claimed my soul and my reality

I wanted to run away

It grabbed me before I could take a single step, to my dismay

It did not say a single word

That made me more afraid of what is yet to unfold

It dragged me to this grimy pool of water

The creature touched it, and it turned crystal clear

There I see a very solemn ceremony

People’s eyes directed to one thing at center, expressing such agony

I came closer

As I did, I felt the air grew colder

The gaze of people settled on that coffin at the center of the hall

One by one people had time to speak at the pedestal

At first I could not figure what is happening

Then, when I started listening

I heard them say my name and when they do, they stutter

And there eyes start to drop some tear

As they continue their voice would crack

I was taken aback

Because when I sneaked to see what is inside the casket

I could see my lifeless self inside it

It was then that I realized the creature made me look at my own interment

It was a sad yet somehow liberating event

Alas I said, “My soul is going to be liberated from the shackles of my reality”

Free from the prying eyes of society

Then I look around and see how people mourn for my young soul

Slowly I felt I was falling inside a hole

I hit the bottom and I opened my eyes

Then I realized, it was just that nightmare again

Trying to make me realize something beyond this earthly plain

I wake to live another day

To correct my wrongs and say what I have and need to say

Nightmares are terrible but if you would really look pass the fear you'd be able to learn a very valuable lesson. As mortified as I am of this dream, I just have to accept that I am mortal and this life is borrowed. I am so happy of what that nightmare thought me about death. It is scary but I know it is inevitable. I thank God for the time He gave to roam this earth. I hope that as I walk around this earthly plain I will be able to correct my wrongs and tell the people I love how I feel. 

P.S I got teary-eyed as I type the last sections of this blog.

If you want to how nightmares or dreams in general are generated you can read my blog entry Bad Dreams

Early Pregnancy

The world of early pregnancy is all too familiar for this generation. It so often that we personally know someone who got pregnant at such a young age. If we don't,the media never fail to remind us of this reality. Its in our televisions, movies magazines,social network and internet.

so the tagline goes "if its positive call MTV"

Shows like "16 and pregnant" and "Teen Mom" is just prime example of it. In this show you can see the teens struggle to balance teenage life and parenthood. They are barely adults themselves but they are force to face the music. 

These kids did it and they face the consequence

The depicts the high and lows of early parenthood

I hope though that this show will serve as a positive force so as to let teens know about the consequences of early sexual escapades. I hope it does not twist their noggins into believing that getting pregnant is "in thing".  Here is a promising fact from dosomething.org "Teens had fewer babies in 2010 than in any year since the mid-1940s". Parenthood is a beautiful and fulfilling experience, but it has its fair share of challenges.Dudes before you unzip your pants and ladies before you spread your legs: think of the consequences. Ask yourself if you are ready to face whatever consequence, be an STI or pregnancy.

Facts are just facts and statistics are just numbers, if your a teenage parent then its not the end of the world. Face the music and carry on. Prove to everyone that against all odds you are going to beat society's perception.

This websites might useful for you http://www.stayteen.org/teen-pregnancy, and http://www.educarer.com/guestcolumn.htm.
 

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Inspiration: Irena Sendler

When someone tells you about World War II, Nazis, and Ghettos what is the first thing that you'd picture out?

Destruction

Death

Violence

Absolute hopelessness

Its innocent victims

Amidst all the chaos there was someone brave enough to face iron grip of the Nazis in the Warsaw Ghetto. Who would have thought that a sweet looking woman like Irena Sendler could face evils of her time to save the Jewish children.

Irena Sendler

Irena managed to rescue 2500 Jewish children from the Warsaw Ghetto. She manage to do this by smuggling them in her tool box and her truck (some sources say ambulance). Before the invasion of the Nazis, she was a social worker. It's easy to say that this woman certainly had a soft spot for those who are in need. Helping people in need from the grasp of poverty, hunger or domestic violence is routine act for her, but smuggling Jewish kids from the ghetto certainly was an extreme act of bravery.I bet she is thinking that she has already signed her own death certificate. Some people in Poland turned there backs from the ghettos hard reality, but not Irena.She managed to go inside the ghetto gained the trust of the German and the Jewish as well. She was practically asking mothers for their children with the hope that she might be able to give them a life. Irena played the cards well because she managed to rescue thousands before she got caught. When Irena's lucky streak run out, she was tortured by the Gestapo and was put to prison. Her spirit remained unbroken, she did not give away information that could harm her colleagues and the Jewish children that she gave fake identities. What you do will come back to you, and for Irena that remained true. She was about to be executed by the Germans but she was rescued by the Zegota. The Zegota by the way is an underground organization established by the Jews. Irena might have gotten out the grip of death and the solitude of prison but she was not a free woman. Throughout the span of the war she was on top of the Gestapo hit list. I'd be more than happy if I had an ounce of her bravery. She is such a braved soul she lived until the old age of 98. You might want to read this very moving article from the New York Times http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/13/world/europe/13sendler.html?_r=0.

If you want to know more about her go to http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/biography/irenasendler.html. They also made movie about the life Irena. This might be available at your local video store.

Irena Sendler "unsung heroine"

Irena has made it possible for thousands of children to live and had given hope for a generation to arise from the ashes and miseries of the Ghetto.  Even after her death she is still able to impact the world through organizations inspired by her such as the this http://www.irenasendler.com/ .


Irena risked her life to save others and that my friend is a person worth emulating. I hope by writing this blog entry I could also help in spreading her genuine heroic act. 

Reuters: Irena

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