<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725991451768099356</id><updated>2012-01-03T15:49:42.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the Best of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilesjacksonexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725991451768099356/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilesjacksonexperiences.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Smile Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15499763068562096339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725991451768099356.post-8254841669852016510</id><published>2011-05-09T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:03:57.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Who You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Have you ever had an experience that was so horrible it made you reluctant to trust anyone? Well, I can say I have had this experience. To this day, I question the motives of everyone around me. Why? Because I can never get passed how fast a person can turn on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;I have experienced the lengths in which a person would go to keep the wrongs from coming out. I saw a man pretend to kill himself just to keep his wife from leaving him after he had beat on her for over 10 years. I know a woman who ran her husband over with her car because he cheated on her. I also know a woman who was dragged across the room tangled in a cord and hit with a hammer because she asked her husband to stop playing a video game. These demons that cause a person to lose themselves are the ones that hunt us everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;I have learned through the experiences in my life that you can not allow a person to change who&amp;nbsp;you have worked to become or who you are striving to be. There is only one way to fight against the hardships and heartaches that you go through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;YOU MUST BELIEVE THAT GOD WILL BRING YOU THROUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;I Corinthians 10:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;"No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;This verse means that God will put no more on you than you can handle and each trial, each hardship, each heartache he allows is a test of your strength....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;YOU CAN MAKE IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;I Know, I DID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725991451768099356-8254841669852016510?l=smilesjacksonexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilesjacksonexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/8254841669852016510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smilesjacksonexperiences.blogspot.com/2011/05/be-who-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725991451768099356/posts/default/8254841669852016510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725991451768099356/posts/default/8254841669852016510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilesjacksonexperiences.blogspot.com/2011/05/be-who-you-are.html' title='Be Who You Are'/><author><name>Smile Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15499763068562096339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725991451768099356.post-1865096281834188005</id><published>2011-04-08T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T21:51:07.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was 5....</title><content type='html'>I can remember when I was 5 years old. We lived on side of my grandmother and she would keep us when my parents were not home. Little did she know that she had a child molester for a son. My uncle would take me to his room and espose himself to me as well as use his fingers to touch my private parts. To most adults, this is know as "fingering a female." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea at the time what was going on, but I knew he wasn't supposed to be doing it because he told me I could not tell my parents. I hated to go over to my grandmother's house because I knew he would always be there. I can remember one time I saw him call my cousin into his room (she was younger than I). I rushed into the room and told her that our grandmother was calling her so that she would not have to experience what I was going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time I had noone to talk to about this. My father was a beating on my mother so I could not say anything to her because she would tell him and this was his younger brother who was doing this. Instead, I decided to keep it all inside and because of this I became a different person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became someone who was very protective of the people I loved, but did not care as much for myself. I would rather suffer than see my friends and family member who cared for me suffer. This is something that is still a part of me, but I had to learn to care for myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me years to be able to confront my uncle, but the important thing is that "I DID!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am telling you this memory because I know there is someone else who have gone through this and felt or still feel that there&amp;nbsp;was or is no hope, no way out, no way to put it behind you. Again, "I DID!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;spent most of my childhood in fear and now that I am an adult, I REFUSE TO LET THIS MEMORY BE ALL THAT I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out through this experience and others that I will share with you that I am worth more, need more, and deserve more that the mud on someone's shoe. I am what God says I am. I am FREE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725991451768099356-1865096281834188005?l=smilesjacksonexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilesjacksonexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/1865096281834188005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smilesjacksonexperiences.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-i-was-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725991451768099356/posts/default/1865096281834188005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725991451768099356/posts/default/1865096281834188005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilesjacksonexperiences.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-i-was-5.html' title='When I was 5....'/><author><name>Smile Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15499763068562096339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725991451768099356.post-2145846705181668445</id><published>2011-03-30T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:37:40.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This&lt;b&gt; blog has been designed to encourage someone who may have gone through some of the things I have experienced and made it through in my life. My promise to my readers is to always give the truth no matter how brutal or how vulgar. Behind that truth, I promise to share how I made it through these situations and I hope that someone who may be going through or may have gone through the same thing will be encouraged and stand strong to learn and grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My motto for this blog is: "You Can Make It"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725991451768099356-2145846705181668445?l=smilesjacksonexperiences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilesjacksonexperiences.blogspot.com/feeds/2145846705181668445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smilesjacksonexperiences.blogspot.com/2011/03/truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725991451768099356/posts/default/2145846705181668445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725991451768099356/posts/default/2145846705181668445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilesjacksonexperiences.blogspot.com/2011/03/truth.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>Smile Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15499763068562096339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>