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A sad... sad moment holds you back suspended... Can't move, can't think, can't do... just remember, see faces of friends thought you'd never loose, become distant as years pass by... Names engraved in memory from childhood, faces lost... New friends, new tragedies, new stories told, and somehow everyone seems to think his pain is greater, his share of misfortune is a bit too much to handle, his stories more tragic... And almost all are a bit too occupied with their own anguished souls... A sad... sad moment holds you back, swings the sense left in all this mess, shows you the years that passed... Makes you think, how lives vanish into memories, where all the years went ! how !... And the seconds tick...tick... tick to remind you that the worst is yet ahead... The somewhat happy years of childhood are gone forever now... The seconds tick and life goes on, as short moments of happiness pass... into nothing...

This is a brief description of almost everyone I knew before leaving this world... Death looked out from his eyes and sucked all happiness around.... Family, Friends, all the people he loved were around......Their hearts filled with sadness and eyes filled with tears... He just stared and stared here and there... He just wanted one more breath, one more second, may be one last drop of water that he couldn't get... Silently he trembled in his cold bed, the last thing he felt was sadness, saw tears, and heard was the weeping of his gathered friends... Today all his mistakes shall be forgiven by people and all the goodness in him shall rise... And tomorrow he shall be forever forgotten, he lived in despair and died in tears... So on his lonely grave where nothing was heard but the sound of the leaving crowds these words were written...May his soul Rest In Peace!!

You probably have no idea what that means, not unless you watched the music box TV show in the eighties and early nineties... God, I feel old... Anyway, the following news report on Al Jazeera speaks for itself... its about a man who refused to go on duty guarding the Israeli embassy in Egypt... it adds a new dimension to the sentence "walk like an Egyptian" incase you're still wondering I'm not talking about the Z shape hand thing... I'm talking about WALKING TALL... And we all know the great treatment this guy is going to get in prison... Check out this link on Aljazeera: http://www.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/E53385D6-399C-4095-B2DD-199B403F6837.htm

Behind PC’s that look like bars and office cubicles that resemble cells in a tight security prison… what makes us tick? Amazed and sadly amused by what drives us on and on… for 8, 10 even 16 hours a day of slavery forced by our own “FREE” will, in pursuit of happiness (this has nothing to do with the movie)… Anyway back to the "harj"… It looks like everyday people focus more and more on money to the point that the more important stuff is put aside… Personally, it amazes me how I can always find some extra hidden energy reserve when its about work but find myself too tired to do anything else… The problem is, I’m really not the kind of person who is so attached to money, at least I thought so… and so did the people who knew me… but numbers suggest otherwise and numbers do not lie… So what has this to do with Bill Cosby screaming “CHALLEEENGE” to the old tap dancer, (wonderful old episode by the way)… with that sneaky smile… calling him to rise to the floor and show his best? A