One of the Most AMAZING Women in the World

Irena Sendler

There recently was a death of a 98 year-old lady named Irena. During W.W.II, Irena, got permission to work in the Warsaw Ghetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist. She had an 'ulterior motive'... She KNEW what the Nazi's plans were for the Jews, (being German). Irena smuggled infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried and she carried in the back of her truck a burlap sack, (for larger kids). She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers of course wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids/infants noises. During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants. She was caught, and the Nazi's broke both her legs, arms and beat her severely. Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar, buried under a tree in her back yard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived it and reunited the family. Most of course had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted.

In 2009 Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize ... She was not selected.
*Al Gore won, for a slide show on Global Warming.

I’m a little weird but…

Last night, while laying in bed trying to sleep I started thinking of this story I had heard once where a girl told her boyfriend she wanted him to kidnap her and rape her for her boyfriend. He was caught and got arrested before the girl could tell the cops everything was alright (she was bound and gagged in the back of van they used). It got me thinking about the Law and Order: SVU episodes I’ve seen and how horrible rape is. But I also started thinking about my own feelings about rape. I remember at one time, when I was in my early teens and messed up as hell, that I wanted some stranger to rape me because then somehow I’d be attractive to at least one person out there. I realize now how completely irrational and stupid that notion is. I know now that rape is nothing more than a control issue and is rarely about the sex. Sometimes I’m grateful that I’m not perfect looking so that I never become the target of rape but I do want to be attractive. Anyways, based off my earlier teenage feelings I started concocting a poem of a woman’s experience of a rape that she actually wanted to happen. Maybe I should do one about a woman who doesn’t want to be raped who does. I wanted to get my thoughts down before I forgot them in the hecticness of my life. Hopeful I’ll get around to writing them sometime this year. ;D