Hey Poette (the Po- like Poe the the tragic author/poet & ette like in Odette or Jenette) O'Deal here. I am an aspiring author and I plan on majoring in English in college so creative criticism excepted. But flames will be ignored.

IMPORTANT:I own nothing!!!!!!!!! If I did would I be writing on this site?

The name's Aleck, Smart Aleck

FYI: I'm a girl

Things I like:

My Heavenly Father God and my Savior Jesus Christ (I am a Christian)

Music: current favorite "Blessings" by Laura Story, "Jesus Friend of Sinners" by Casting Crowns, "Alive" by Natalie Grant, "Christmas Shoes" by NewSong

Books: my currents favs are Split Sense by Barbara Ellen Brink, and Eyes of Elisha by Brandilyn Collins. And The Lunar Chronicles Series by Marissa Meyer, also known as Alicia Blade in the Sailor Moon section if this site.

Also there is no swearing in my work. All swear words will and are censored The only ones acceptable are crap(some consider this a bad word) and hell when talking about the place and not when telling someone to go there.

"The grass withers, the flower fades. But the word of out lord stands forever" KJV Bible Isaiah 40:8

"For God so loved the world that he sent his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life" KJV Bible John 4:16

The Lord is there. He is everywhere! He is always with you to help you, if you only ask Him to. I can't see Him but He is there! I can feel it in my heart. You can't see love but you can feel it when it's there, right? That's the same with God, only God is Love. He is always there when His children call on him. Copy and paste this on you profile if you believe in God and His Son.

Jesus' blood covered ALL sin. The only sin it doesn't cover is denying the Son. You can't use a gift if you never go to receive it, right? Copy and paste this on your profile if you vow not shun others because of their past.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people who read this won't repost it?

Repost this if you truly believe in God.

A 15 year old girl holds hands with her 1 year old son. People call her a "slut", no one knows she was raped at age 13. People call another girl "fat", no one knows she has a serious disease causing her to be overweight. People call an old man "ugly", no one knows he experienced a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war. Re-post this if you are against bullying and stereotyping. I bet 88% of you won't...

When I saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back, the boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'' The little boy turned to the old woman next to him, ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' She replied, ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked ...him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this, 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!'' OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said, 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'' 'My mommy loves white roses.' A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine, and in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: (1) Copy & Paste this on your profile (2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

A white man said,
"Colored people are not allowed here."

The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:

"Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir. When you are born you're PINKWhen you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?"

The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away... Put this on your page if you HATE discrimination.

Even when you cant see Him, GOD is there! If you believe in GOD put this in your profile.

Drugs are bad news. Spread the word. Too many people are on crack. If you're not, copy this into your profile.

STERYOTYPES: If you're a christian and tired of all the horrible things people associate with you because of it, copy and paste this onto your profile and add one to the list.

I am a Christian: That doesn't mean we can't be friends because you're not.

I am a Christian: I was taught to love my enemies, not pound the bible over their head.

I am a Christian: I have sufferings, too. Yes, they are as bad as yours.

I am a Christian: I really don't try to shove Jesus down your throat, I just like listening to Christian music.

I am a Christian: I don't appreciate you bashing my God in front of me.

I am a Christian: I will stand up for my beliefs.

I am a Christian: I don't care if you got pregnant, I still love you.

I am a Christian: I cry when I see all the horrible things others do.

I am a Christian: I am not perfect.

I am a Christian: I made this choice myself.

I am a Christian: I will not waver in the face of suffering.

I am a Christian: go ahead and pull the trigger.

I am a Christian: I am not afraid of death.

I am a Christian: I still have my bad days.

I am a Christian: I believe that My God is GREAT and GOOD.

I am a Christian: Because he gave us free choice, and I was tired of sin.

I am a Christian: I'm not going to condemn you for your sins. We're ALL sinners.

I am a Christian: I'm not doing anything to slam your beliefs. I would appreciate it if people would stop slamming mine.

I am a Christian: I don't think I'm "holier than thou"

I am a Christian: I won't snuff you out if you make me own up for what I've done before.

Well, as many of you have probably seen, there is a copy/paste out there that says something like "The perfect boyfriend," or "The kind of boyfriend I am" or something like that. In any case, I agree with most of what is on it.

However...

There is one bit in there that irritates me. It goes something along the lines of "When your girlfriend hits you because she thinks she is stronger than you, grab her hands and never let her go."

Excuse me???

Please note I am not saying that I am a boy or a girl, nor am I trying to take a side. In ANY case, there are some few ground rules about this kind of thing that my parents told me a long time ago, and that I still abide by: 1.) No girl should EVER beat up on her boyfriend! Girls, I don't care if you're the Olympic judo champion, neither your strength, size, or ability gives you the right to hit your boyfriend! IT HURTS JUST AS MUCH FOR A GUY TO GET HIT AS IT DOES FOR A GIRL!!! 2.) No guy should ever hit a girl. Ever. It's that simple. If your mother and father did not tell you that it is wrong for you to hit a girl, then let me set you straight: many- not all, but many- girls are not as strong as their male counterparts. That does not, I repeat does not give you the right to hit her. The rule for girls is the same as the guys: do not hit your partner. 3.) IF YOUR GIRL/BOYFRIEND IS BEATING YOU, BREAK UP WITH HER/HIM. I don't care if he/she says that they will hurt you, your family, themselves, or do anything else, you get out of that relationship! Note: DO NOT GO ALONE! Be in a place with witnesses and people to help you if he/she causes trouble. NEVER break up with an abuser in a secluded place.

I don't mean to sound judgmental or preachy, but to hit your partner (and please understand, I don't mean in self-defense or the occasional playful tap on the shoulder) is abuse. It's no different than someone who beats up little kids or animals. It is abuse, and IT IS ILLEGAL.

(If you agree that nobody, guy or girl, should ever abuse their partner, copy and paste this into your profile)

NOTICE!

I will be taking a short hiatus from my Kung Fu Panda section in order to finish my older works. I have no idea how long this will take, but be patient with me. At the moment I'm just getting in the process of rereading my older works and I may make some spelling and grammatical fixes.

Sorry!

Poette O'Deal

NOTICE!

I apologize but I will be forced to take an even further hiatus from all me stories. For my POM unfinished I will have to reread what I have written before the creative juices in my head can flow again. I will finish them and if not I'll put them out for adoption. Same for "What Am I Feeling." As For my Kung Fu Pandas...they have to take a back seat for sometime. If I do get inspiration for them I will write but I won't post. So sorry.

Poette O'Deal