Help Is Wanted For Josie Nordman at Nu: Josie Nordman needs support to undergo lung transplant surgery

Every child is born to live, seek comfort and happiness from his/her parents, family or relatives, including friends or hometown...it is very sad that, at times, we encounter sadness which is unexpected, getting a serious disease is sad, this happens to a college student whose dreams are not much different from you and me, 

I happen to know a glimpse of Josie Nordman who is attending northwestern university...she has a surgery today at university of chicago medical center, and needs donations...

 $2, $5, $7, or $10, any ammount will help the accumulation toward the total goal...please email or call The Daily Northwestern paper for further information on how you can help this good and promising girl for her recovery, strength, and hope for a brighter future...Thank YOU in advance.

Ps: Also see the below report from the university newspaper...cheers!

Updated: Josie Nordman to undergo lung transplant surgery

Patrick Svitek, Summer Editor
July 27, 2013

Rising Communication junior Josie Nordman is scheduled to undergo lung transplant surgery tonight, possibly capping months of fundraising by the Northwestern community for the life-saving operation.

"I cannot believe this day is finally here," Nordman said at about 8:30 p.m. in a Facebook post. "I will go into surgery in a few hours to have a lung transplant, and begin the next chapter of my life."

Nordman, who was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis when she was 4 months old, was placed on the lung transplant list in December. Her lungs are only 16 percent functional due to the disease.

(As lung transplant approaches, students continue to support Josie Nordman)

Since the beginning of the year, dozens of student organizations have raised thousands of dollars for Nordman's lung transplant fund. Her family has said they will have to pay up to $75,000 for the procedure.

Nordman's surgery is slated for about 11 p.m. at the University of Chicago Medical Center, according to her mom, Nicolle Nordman.

Ally Mutnick contributed reporting.

— Patrick Svitek

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Happy International Children's Day from JiPo@Olive Garden: Poetry, Galas, Vacations, and Lots of Innocent Love...

My Childhood

My childhood was fun,
Tough and exciting,
My childhood was one,
Where there wasn't much fighting,
This is my childhood,
My childhood was filled,
With family and friend,
My childhood was filled,
With love and lots of happy holidays,

My childhood was filled,
With tricycles and bicycles,
My childhood is filled,
With lots of classwork and homework,
My childhood is filled,
With parents that don’t work,
A annoying loving brother and sister's,
This is my childhood,
My childhood is filled,
With a grandmother that was caring and loving,
When I left her,

I was hurt,
But it's for the best,
I remember the good and happy times,
We shared together,
This was my loving childhood,
That I will not forget,
This was my childhood.

A Child in the Garden

When to the garden of untroubled thought
I came of late, and saw the open door,
And wished again to enter, and explore
The sweet, wild ways with stainless bloom inwrought,
And bowers of innocence with beauty fraught,
It seemed some purer voice must speak before
I dared to tread that garden loved of yore,
That Eden lost unknown and found unsought.

Then just within the gate I saw a child, --
A stranger-child, yet to my heart most dear;
He held his hands to me, and softly smiled
With eyes that knew no shade of sin or fear:
"Come in," he said, "and play awhile with me;"
"I am the little child you used to be."

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Peace By Persian Ebnee Nightingale (Our Theme In May, Please Make Your Own Efforts starting Today! )

Peace
Peace to release dove
Peace to lease love
Peace to piece heart
Peace to decrease smart
Peace to increase justice
Peace to cease injustice
Lack of conscience
Caprice
War

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Poetry Picnic Week 41: what could happen before, when, or after a natural disaster!

Happy 45th Birthday, Justin Penter Wood,

Happy (Belated) Birthdays, Poets who read and support this blog...

You Rock!

Best Regards!

Hello, our community blog has been running for about more than one year, we are so very excited about your participation and support, at the same time, we wish to maintain the quality of our submissions, the level of understanding among officials and poets in it, so the community head decides to show gratitude to your talent and participation, also wish to give this place a pause, we will let the submission open until January 2, 2013...come back once we are ready, you are welcome to share and read, any time...simply browse our collections and enjoy! 

praying for victims

The Sing-Song Nursery Rhyme Humor and Riddles 

by Washington Wisdom Teeth Care at Evanston, Illinois

A department has a head, but has no hair,
A chair has legs, but goes nowhere,
A corn has ears, but could not hear,
A landscape has a heart, but carries no fear;
A comb has teeth, but cannot eat,
Communities run, but carry no feet,
A sofa has arms, but does not move,
A knife has a mouth, but cannot speak or improve,
a mountain has a foot, but no legs,
A rooster is a chicken but lays no eggs;
A watch has a face but no neck to connect,
Needles have eyes, but fail to see and feels imperfect.

I’m your Poet Puppet 

by  Eddie Cabbage

I am your poet puppet
Writing along to the strings you pull.
The pen dances boisterously with my desirous heart

I have a bed waiting for me at the end of this dusty road
A pillow stuffed with dreams and promises 

that lies in the mist of smoke and foggy nights

Hope conquers as the realization washes over this truism….
Time tells my story and I will leave no words unsaid 

and no string unstrung before the dirt is thrown on top of me

hope to return to work

December Words in 55 

by  Carolina Walker Myers

Decent, technology, ember,
Gem, bee, October, November,
Home Depot, Best Buy, Becky,
Winter, Christmas, Holidays,
Bible, church, Sundays, Santa,
Gifts, Presents, Family, Love,
Virgin, New Year's Eve, Merry,
Christmas Trees, Ornaments, Greetings,
Cards, Fire Crackers, Changes,
Birthdays, Decorations, Chimney,
Reindeer, Sled, Snow, Red, Snowman,
Money, Cash, Skiing, Santa Fe, Shopping Mall
Checks, Dreams, and Regrets...

Visions

By Timonthy Jacobshen Wood

There's an ocean of fire.
.
The water is boiling,
tearful rebirth,
A take of the transforming pills.
.
The awareness from past failures,
Boom road home,
like mist above the ocean sailors.
.
The bruises are deepened by salty water,
Imperfect cruises,
Illustrated buoyancy of hope along the shore.
.
Different docks,
The same suffering,
Wait until 7am,
to share the same boat,
how surprising.

accept the bad luck

Beyond The Shadows  

by Inlinkz In The Box at Nepal and Wisconsin

We grope in the shadow to see dawn,
To know what's happening ahead,
We struggle, fall, and explore, old and young,
To find out what can be altered instead.
.
Sad because evil force misleads,
Integrity virtue, and honesty vanishes,
Hurt since many a folk still cheats,
and the efforts to correct wrongs are considered as trashes.
.
Darkness and gloom sweep our souls,
Giving us steaming feel as if we're in showers,
But if we calm down, and rethink our goals,
We can rise in the strength of God, his powers.

The Tanka on My Friday View  

by Justin Penter Wood

Fridays keep me cool,
Phone calls, lessons, paper view,
Students, references,
The day to conclude my works,
What way to reflect each due...

volcano...

Soon by

Kim or Lisa  

The coffee was black,

Darker than the night sky

And as bitter as 

A broken heart.

My heart was broken,

Shards still embedded 

In my chest and

I refused to remove them.

Somehow, the pain

Had become a knowing

Companion, a necessary

Friend who would listen

As I told my tale over

And over again.

When others grew tired

Of my ranting and raving

The pain would listen,

But soon even that

Started to fade into 

A dull ache.

So with a cup of

Black, bitter coffee

And a broken heart

On the mend, I sat

At my typewriter 

And started to 

Release the last of 

My pain.

With each strike

Of the key, 

The pain became one

With the words,

With the paper,

With everything

That was outside of me.

With each strike

Of the key,

I let the pain go,

Saying fairwell

To a friend who

Knew me well.

Soon the cup

Will be empty,

Soon my heart

Will be healed,

Soon the pain

Will be a distant memory,

And soon life

Will return to the

Thing we call normal.

To Madeline Meiltongji Jackson   

by Radio Tianjin at New Baltimore, Virginia and Santa Fe, New Mexico

I weave the time,
I go through the weft
among stars,
I walk across the dark
tunnel of your spines,
I plaint the love
you've shown
into my hair...
there!

rebuilding the future

 Taylor Kong Boomer wishing You Happy Holidays!

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