Thanks for saying what i could not express.
The very first blog, on this site was written and taken from email I sent to local colleges around my area. To teachers I knew and worked with in the past. With this all being said (another one bites the dust) but keep moving forward steel might be expensive but will make do until the time is right. The Team has to fund raise or get the community to want to make it happen. Taboo; pistols and youth , two words people may cringe hearing. Here is my response .
“Thanks to all, this information is great, I understand the tight situation. If the team raises money to order plates, we will start from there. This team and and SSSF Foundation is a title 10 sport that makes it available to be able to attach to local high schools, colleges etc.. once under the school more grants come along. College students are allowed to compete in Scholastic Shooting Sports Foundation, Sports Pistol Program (SPP). Were always looking for more coaches volunteers in expertise exactly to the people this messages went out and to either move into the school districts or become the next big free thing youth can do locally as community. Thank you For your time in reading Please don’t forget to share the links.”
“it time to call uncle Bob.” “I wish”.
Both My sons are on the spectrum one 8 on the Team the other little one 5 early intervention , i did not want or believe it either, it took a long time, but it gets better!
Do you hear that?
That’s the sound of my heart breaking.
My son has always loved the ocean. His eyes are the color of the sea, changing from blue to green with the swell of the tide. And my love for him is an ocean, an overwhelming force which is sometimes calm and steady, and other times full of conflict.
A mother’s love is like the continuous miracle of the sea. It begins in the ocean of your womb – but there is something unsettling about the way your baby kicks. So fiercely you feel bruised on the inside.
There is something willful and stubborn about his refusal to come out. He arrives weeks late, and even then – after almost 40 hours of labor.
Your baby is overwhelming and mysterious and brutal, like the ocean. He screams uncontrollably for hours a day, every day. And you bring him to…
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Calling Uncle Bob.”