My first kiss was,.....

My first kiss was with this boy that i had liked for about 1 year, at lunch we would always hangout and flirt and we would lock eyes ocassionally we had hung out a couple of times outside of school it was christmaas time and we went ice skating together with a couple of our other friends.
We were holding hands the whole time so when we got done we looked at eachother and smiled he kissed me on the lips and it was both of our first kiss it was amazing and now Andrew and i are dating and have been for about 3 years - anonymous, 14
My first kiss happend in 7th, about the middle of the year. I was at my friends ashtyn's house and ive been seeing this guy for about a day. She invited him and her boyfriend over. The whole time we were cuddling and smiling at each other. Ashtyn's boyfriend kept on insisting that i kiss him and pressuring me, but thats not how i roll. It was gettting to the end of the night and my dad was outside waiting for me. Right when i was about to say goodbye, we hugged. Then he was still hanging on to me, THEN BAMMM. he did it. It wasnt necessarily the best experience, since we were only going out for a day. - Laquita, 14 yrs

Sherry's Time with Annya

Sherry's Time with Annya Annya was with us only 4 months... This is her story. I knew her history, where she came from and how she got here to this point but it still didn't prepare me for how she looked. Her lower jaw jutted out, her face so misshape Ned. She wouldn't make eye contact, she smelled of fear. So sad, so sad. I had picked her up with another pu-ppy mill foster and was on the way to do a home visit the next day. So off to the motel we went. Once we were settled in for the night I examined my first puppymill baby. Her fur was soft as silk. I stroked her fur while reading her file. It was the shock of my life! There was Sweet Annya's picture when she came out of that hell hole, so horrible, so horrible. Tears fell, poor baby, poor sweet baby Annya. I looked at her, she had come such a long way but still had miles to go. She was so timid until we got home. When she saw the other 5 shih Tzu in the yard up came the tail, wag, wag and she smiled. Of cause, Annya was afraid of hands. When it was time to come inside she couldn't climb the steps so I reached down for her and she ran. "hands, hands-hurt, hurt" was on her face. So I learned to wiggle my fingers at her as my hands ever so slowly reached around her to pick her up. There were 2 steps back for every step forward. One time when she was outside there was no way she would let the "hands" touch her. An hour passed, another half hour went by, finally I put a bowl of food on the patio and sat on the steps. Ever so slowly she inched forward to eat. I never made a move just crying and cooing "poor baby, poor baby". For example, time passed, finally she realized "hands" won't hurt, but must always wiggle first to be safe.
At first she wouldn't let me pick her up to join the others and me on the couch. She wanted to but oh "hands,hands-hurt,hurt". For example, then one night when the "girls" and I were watching tv I felt a paw pawing at my leg. It was Annya, she wanted up. She joined us and the others made room for her. A big sigh and she laid down and fell asleep. It would become a nightly ritual.
Annya was afraid of men. This was brought home when my husband tried to pick her up. She bit him hard, even with her broken jaw she drew blood. She was terrified, absolutely hysterical. We knew we had to help her overcome her fear and came upon an idea that Doug would feed her in the morning while I remained out of sight. He would set her bowl down and slowly back away until she would start eating. He would stop and stay put, not moving closer or farther away. Every time he would move not quite so far away. For example , eventually she did let him get within 6 feet of her. We were so proud of her, she was so brave. Of cause, his part is so hard to tell but I must. Sweet Annya had joined the gang on the couch and she was curled up sleeping. I looked down at her and saw she was still-too still! Annya? Annya! No response. I grabbed her and she wasn't breathing. I gave her mouth to nose resuscitation but she kept going. She wouldn't come back, she just kept going. I called the vet but she was already gone. God had called her home. She's now with the One whose hands will never hurt. No more "hands, hands-hurt, hurt". We'd love to hear your story, too.

Barb's Time With Annya.. ‘forever’

Barb's Time With Annya.. ‘forever’
Hello! ……..Of cause, that picture. It's imprinted in my brain. Maybe you saw it or remember it? Two little dogs with the same name because one clung to the other, terrified of what humans would do to them next. And so, I told the shelter, send them to me, if they are still alive. There were four. Forever……………… But when I met the transport, I didn't know what to expect. Four Tzu were coming to me from a mill bust in Huron, South Dakota... and two of them were Lola's because they clung to each other. Other foster moms took three. They have all found happy homes. But the worse was Sweet Annie. I named her for my favorite dried, heavily scented flower. She needed a beautiful name, because the mill had taken her beauty from her forever. Her jaw was broken and wired together by a rescue vet, her teeth were mostly gone except for her canines, which protruded because of her narrow jaw. But Annie's rotten teeth had poisoned her system, and damaged her beautiful heart. She was a Tzu with a Bassett bark and a Hound Howl; her vocal cords damaged by years of crying for food and fighting the infection that drained down her throat. And, we thought she was blind. Her eyes never moved when I passed my hand in front of her face.
During only her first days with me, I bathed her, trimmed away the hair that covered her face, fed her whatever she wanted to eat and she began to bloom. Annya learned to play like a puppy, learned to trust me, bonded with my Tzu and became comfortable in my home. But, she wasn't ready for a new home yet as she was terrified of men. So, I said an aching goodbye to only my Sweet Annya and she went to live with a couple that could expose her to more people and a new situations so she would be ready for her forever home. And so I met the transport and said goodbye, forever.\ Рlease write comment on my blog!

~The Ojibwa Story~ Beautiful wedding..

~The Ojibwa Story~ Beautiful wedding.. Many couples come to Red Rock Crossing Park in Sedona to get married under the magnificence of Cathedral Rock. Of cause, if you look at the middle of the rock there are two fingers sticking up, which looks like a couple standing back to back. To their left is a tall rock that looks as if a head is on top representing the person overseeing the ceremony. The tall rocks on each side represent the rocks in our life - family, friends, spirituality, etc. ..
I shared this sacred setting on a vortex tour with a couple who were of Ojibwa Indian origin. They told me that the Ojibwa get married back to back. Each person has in front of them a portion of the circle which is their energy and beliefs. If you were to stand face to face you could not see behind the other person nor could they see behind you. As you stand back to back and trust the other person's view on life you then form a complete circle from which you both can see the entire picture of life. Of cause, they went on to say that we attract people into our lives that have a piece of the puzzle we don't yet understand. Only if we can trust them enough to allow their learning into our life then we will be one step closer to wholeness. This story shows the importance of honoring the masculine/feminine duality within you as a key component of healthy living. Once you can integrate this, relationships become less about a power struggle for energy than they do a loving, mutual sharing of each other. How was it for you!? Tell us below.