is our country the land of the free or the land that everyone in the middle east wants to bomb?

as i turned on the T.V. there was an ABC Special news broadcast about yet another terrist plot investigtion. i really wonder if the Al Quida message is getting heard by the government. the middle easters are fedd-up with U.S. coming to there country and bulling them. i quit frankely don't blame them.

however i fear that one of these days 9/11 will not be the worst attack on civilians in america. these are just some of my thoughts  and opinions. everyone can form there own opinions those are just my brief ones.

wow the pain continues.

as the days grow shorter and the nights grow longer the pain in my shoulder grows and intensifies. the muscles and the nervs in my shoulder feel like they are about to blow the top off. the pain is that of being shot and then shot and shot again. i cant throw a ballhard like i normally can i cant swim without haveing shoting pains throughout my shoulder. i cant go on living life not knowing what is wring with my shoulder. i am overly cautouis of a saver injury to my shoulder like a complet tair. as of right now i have a micro tair in my left shoulder and the paoin that comes with that is so undiscribeble i cant even put it in to words.

until next time,

Kennedy Daly

please help.

i am sorry to hear that you wont be in class this week.

i am getting so lost in this class i feel as though i am doing the work but not understanding it. i am struggling severely and falling behind. i am trying to keep up but i can not understand the material to accurately do my work. as of right now the how i live link is not working for me at school or at home.

i really need help on my final submission i have already posted it. there is some confusion in my head as what to have done.

the short stories from the article is confusing me. i am not sure on what i am supposed to be doing. i heard something about writing scene but I'm not sure how you want me to do that. i have never used  these not cards before.

Thank you for understanding,
Kennedy Daly

today

i am in excrutiating pain right now. my shoulder hurts like no other right now.

i have had alot of shoulders pain and injuries in my life and nothing has hurt this bad.
you see it all started yesturday when my most amazing coach had us to our best stroke or the majority of the practice. my best stroke is the butterfly and that so happens to be the worst stroke for my shoulders. i stared practice feeling fine, and then i started to swim fly and that is when the planes flew into the twin towers. the pain hit me right in the hart. however i continued to seim for a few more laps but that is when i cought on fire, a took a little breather stretched my shoulders out once more tried to tuff it out. Booom thats when they started to collaps and thats when i was done.

my coach fully understod were i was coming from and we talked about it. thank god. he has taken to much presure of me today by not having me swim fly.

Ahh thank you Jeremy!

my final submission.

here is what  i want to do for my final submission. this is a personal naritive that i want to make into a memoir.

For most kids my age there fondest memory comes of their first time to Cedar Point, Disney World, a cruise, their first crush, or even their first kiss but for me it is much more serious. A week that is filled with joy, and fun, and celebration is now shadowed by the most terrifying time in my life. I have only told my closest friend my whole story; I had her in tears as these flash backs kept rolling into my mind. However the strongest of them all are the two that I will never forget and here is how they go:

It was the first Saturday in July of 2007, it was said to be the luckiest day at 07/07/07 however for me that was the second worst of day my life. I was in a fierce softball tournament in Carlton. My third game had just finished, and that was when reality had really hit me. My mom got a call from my dad and he said that my grandmother, who had been battling Characinoid Cancer, had taken the turn for the worst. He said that I need to come as soon as I could. When my mom told me what was going on I became a fountain with tears poring from my eyes. You see my grandmother and I were really close. We butted heads a couple of times, but we always saw the light at the end of the tunnel. She was always at my sporting events cheering me on. She was and still is my driving force. If I knew that she was coming, I would try that much harder to show her how much I had improved.

As I’m leaving the park I could only imagine how bad she was, she had sounded good on the phone the night before.  She was actually sounding better than she had in a while. Her voice was as energetic as the Sunday morning when she had picked me up from church. The pride and joy of my grandma was her faith in god. I swear she knew the bible better than anyone. She followed the messages and tried so hard to teach them to all four of her grandchildren.

Just as we pulled up to her house, I saw my aunts’ cars in the drive way, and I could only think that this was it, she’s going to die today. However I didn’t let my thoughts get to me until I got into her room, and saw how she was feeling. At this point, she was talking, but she couldn’t eat anything; she couldn’t get out of bed. Words can’t even describe how horrible it was to look at her. It was as if she had been on a constant death march with Elie Wiesel. Although it wouldn’t take much to make her look so un-nurtured because she was only about five foot two and only weighed 120 at the most. 

As I walk to her I start to say, “Hi its Kennedy,” but that’s when she murmured in her shocked and surprised voice, “Oh Kennedy! What are you doing here? Don’t you have a softball tournament?” the only thing that I could tell her was that I had already got done. I knew that it would have killed her in side to know that I had left to come to see her.  

Her voice was so worried and shocked, that for the first time I was speechless. I just stood there in amazement. Than she started talking to me, the sounds coming from her lips were that of church mice. So inched closer to her, she asked me how I did that day in the tournament. I could only say “okay” later she started to moan and finally fell fast a sleep.

I sat there counting the seconds between her breaths. Each one seemed like a school year had passed, but than she would gasp and all was good for the moment.

Once I was positive that she was asleep, I was the church mouse running out of the room. I joined my family in the living room. They were all talking and eating, having a good time while        trying to be quiet. They didn’t speak much of my grandma but of what they have been doing in their lives like a family reunion.

A few hours had passed; my aunt said that my grandma needed to take another round of medication. I went in the room with her and that’s when my world stopped. As my aunt applied the medication to my grandma’s lower gums, she mumbled something. My aunt and I couldn’t make out what she had said, we asked her to repeat it. It took every ounce of her strength to say “no more meds.” These words are engraved, locked away in storage and are to be remembered for eternity in the back of my mind. When I think of my grandma I think of those three short little words.

After hearing “no more meds” I thought that nothing could get worse but yet my anger, internal emotions, memory, and my will endured the worst.

The very next day somehow my grandma got the strength to get out of bed and reach the bathroom. She managed to turn on the sink and get back to her bed. She left the water from the faucet flow like Niagara Falls.

As my Aunt Julie was telling us this entire story my grandma started to vomit well more like dry heaving. This was very strange because the cancer was suffocating her and she hadn’t eaten in about a day. She would hack and hack, trying to vomit like there was something wedged just inside her throat. Almost like she could feel herself getting sick but nothing was in her body to come up.

These events were extremely out of the ordinary to what the doctors had told our family. The unexpected left me with the most unremarkable image I thought that I would never get to see. They were as dark as a mahogany stained table, as large as Jupiter and its rings; they looked like The Ball dropping on New Year’s Eve in Time Square. The last glimmer of life in her eyes was looking straight at me like a deer caught in the headlights.

That was the last time anyone saw those beautiful eyes alive. That was the last day anyone saw my grandma alive. It was incredibly hard at the time to grasp the concept that she was gone. At the time I was only 12 years old and the image, the words, the emptiness in my hart has never left me.

this is intitlede lucky number 7. what area do you think i need to focus on the most?

what a meet

i have just arrived back home from what was one of the most amazing meets i have swum in lately. Today i swam the 500 free and the anchor for the 400 free relay. my 500 was well okay, i came in 3rd witch was not to bad because i had the time of 7:12:67 and for not swimming it yet this year i am happy. but don't get me wrong i am not thrilled i want my time to get around the 6:30 to 6:00min mark. i have allot of work ahead of me.

now the 100 free that i swam as anchor was absolutely and underlay terrible as far as my vision goes. as i step up on the block my goggles start to get foggy, that would not turn out to be the worst thing that would happen. little did i know that my goggles do not like me. i mean these things are like Ohio State and Michigan going at it. some how my face lost the fight today. as i dove in and my face hit the water like it normally does, my left eye Google piece starts to fall off. i thought that it would just be a little leak. oh, boy was i wrong i go  into my first flip turn and warm there goes my goggles as far as my ability to see is. so i swam the last 75 relining on marks on the wall and my instincts/stroke count.

ah what a day at least we all did good job!

until next time

Kennedy Daly
swimmer, softball player 12

the harsh reality

the harsh reality of death is hitting home hard. as becky just showed me a power pointabout elderly abuse it brought back so many memories of my grandother and what she had to go through in her life. even though she was dignosed when she was in her 50s she was abused by her husband there whole marrige. but as her famioly we really couldnt do anything because she was in denil. nom i really hope that i can make a diffrence if the situation would ever arise again.

until next time

kennedy daly
monroe swim and softball#12