Take responsibility for your own body mind spirit for your own physical mental spiritual well being

-Mr. C. Haymore

Love of my life - you've hurt me
You've broken my heart and now you leave me
Love of my life can't you see
Bring it back, bring it back
Don't take it away from me, because you don't know
What it means to me

Love of my life don't leave me
You've taken my love, (all of my love) and now desert me
Love of my life can't you see
(Please bring it back) bring it back, bring it back (back)
Don't take it away from me (take it away from me)
Because you don't know (ooh ooh ooh know means to me)
What it means to me

Who will remember
When this is blown over
And everything's all by the way - (ooh yeah)
When I grow older
I will be there at your side to remind you
How I still love you - (i still love you)

Ooh, back - hurry back
Please bring it back home to me
Because you don't know what it means to me
Love of my life
Love of my life
Ooh, ooh

"Intelligence is not enough. intelligence plus character that is the goal of education"

-Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

She's got a smile it seems to me Reminds me of childhood memories Where everything Was as fresh as the bright blue sky Now and then when I see her face She takes me away to that special place And if I'd stare too long I'd probably break down and cry

Oh, oh, oh Sweet child o' mine

Oh, oh, oh, oh Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I hate to look into those eyes And see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place Where as a child I'd hide And pray for the thunder And the rain To quietly pass me by

Oh, oh, oh Sweet child o' mine

Oh, oh, oh, oh Sweet love of mine

Oh, oh, oh, oh Sweet child o' mine

Oh, oh, oh, oh Sweet love of mine

Oh, oh, oh, oh Sweet child o' mine

Oh, Sweet love of mine

Where do we go? Where do we go now? Where do we go?

Oh, oh

Where do we go?

Oh,

Where do we go now? Where do we go?

Oh, (sweet child)

Where do we go now?

Oh,

Where do we go now?

Oh,

Where do we go?

Oh,

Where do we go now?

Oh,

Where do we go? Where do we go now? Where do we go? Oh, Where do we go now? No, no, no, no, no, no Sweet child, Sweet child of mine

Neonatologist

Online Research

Duties and Responsibilities:

·         Treat infants with birth defects

·         Planning treatments before the baby is born

·         Prescribing medicine

·         Provide long term care to premature babies

·         Assist in delivering babies

·         Inform parents of infants health conditions and treatments that are available

Salary:

 $225,000 - $250,000

Education:

Doctoral Degree with special training in pediatrics and neonatology and completing medical school

Reflection:

 I would not like to be a neonatologist. Don’t know why.

Queen: A Night At The Opera; Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go will you let me go
Bismillah! No we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go let me go
Will not let you go let me go (never)
Never let you go let me go
Never let me go ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
For me
For me

So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out just gotta get right outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows

"when you tell one lie it leads to Another"

-Paul Hatch

Lying is never right like Seth Slater says "We say it’s wrong. We use euphemistic terms like “white lie” or “fibbing” to ease our guilt. We superstitiously cross our fingers behind our backs, as if to somehow suspend the rules and judge ourselves on the right side of communicative fair play And, oh, the tangled webs we weave when first we practice to deceive. Like that line? I made it up myself. Just now. Honest.If lying creates such headaches, then why do we do it? Because, let’s face it, we just can’t seem to help ourselves. It turns out that where lying is concerned, the cards are stacked against us, both by behavioral conditioning as well as by cognitive evolutionary biology.Behavior first.  Who among us doesn’t love the thrill of a crap shoot? Especially when the stakes are high. Win or lose, all or nothing. We roll the dice and reap our reward – sometimes. If we win, more often than not, we roll again. And if we lose – you guessed it – we roll again anyway most of the time.That’s because a crap game keeps us almost irresistibly hooked by its very nature – and by ours. Payoffs are unpredictable, delivered on what is known as a variable schedule of reward. Precisely the kind of schedule that most strongly maintains any learned behavior. Lying works the same way..." It proggresavly gets harder to keep that one white lie and that lie is only gonna get bigger and guilt is aventually gonna build up until you break