I am hunting, looking for that light!

[Lady Freedom Returns]

[font color=red]'Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!' Emma Lazarus (1849-1887). [/font]

But, I see now why so many have given up. Hearing day end and day out, things like "get a job" or people throwing things at you...

Even some of the organizations out there that are supposed to, say that is what they are there for, makes you feel worthless. That pounding will brake people.

Things have got to change.

[clydefrand]

1. Be carefull, that light at the end of the tunnel

just might be a freight train.

[Lady Freedom Returns]

2. The freight train has come and gone two times now.

And I am much like what the poem says. Now I need to fight and find that light and that golden door.

Sadly many have given up. They have been so beat down, they may never pick themselves up again. It is sad to see.