Wrestling and football. How are they related?

Wrestling and football are both kind of related in my opinion because of the fact that the injuries suffered are the same.  A football player shot himself in the chest to preserve his brain.   My guess is that the many concussions he sustained affected his brain. Sounds familiar?  Football players have also been known to abuse drugs and alcohol as well just as wrestlers do.  Yet you never hear of them getting suspended unless they get caught.  Football players and wrestlers put their bodies on the line to entertain us and they get injured and yet it seems as if wrestling gets the bigger rap for suspending wrestlers and the NFL don’t. Why is that? Who knows for sure?  Football  players has the same health issues as wrestlers and yet no one offers to help them nor do they offer to get them help for the drug and alcohol abuse now do they. Not dissing either company but I just feel as if you punish one sport for something that a wrestler supposedly did than you should punish the others too.

It only seems right don’t it? I mean you haven’t heard of any football player do the same thing as Chris Benoit supposedly did now have you? Not saying that it hasn’t happened but just saying that we haven’t heard.  This is just my opinion and how I feel. 

Chris Benoit

I have watched the videos on this particular story and I don’t think he did indeed do the killings. Some of the consistencies of the stories just don’t add up.  He would never miss a match and was looking forward to that match he was supposed to have that night at the Great American Bash because that was one belt he never had and he was wanting it.  I also don’t think he had the heart to kill his wife and son in the way that he did because his son was his life and he loved his son very much.  Yes I think he took pain killers and steroids but don’t all wrestlers?  I mean really they put their bodies on the line night after night just to entertain us and suffer injuries so yeah they will use them and at times abuse them but that does not mean that they go out and kill.

They said his mind was that of a seventy year old man due to all the concussions he suffered.  Ok maybe so but that still does not mean that he necessarily killed them.  Me personally I think he was set up and here is why.  The address on the text messages he sent were in correct.  Whoever sent them sent one from his wife’s phone?  Don’t you think if he did in fact kill them that maybe he would not have used his wife’s phone to send the said message? I do because if he did that there would have been questions asked?  He despised alcohol and yet there were all kinds of beer cans and other alcohol bottles surrounding his body.  

" The World"

The world is in shambles

and we don't know why.

Why so many people die

and other things.

Why is the world at war

and why is it such a chore?

when countries see how many they can kill

it just makes me ill.

Now I don't understand

if this is God's plan.

Or simply just an act of man.

Why can't all countries get along

and why do we also try to do wrong.

Why can't we just try to do right

so everyone can sleep peaceful at night.

Tears From an Angel

I shed more tears for you today and I know your ok.

Still every time I speak your name the Tears start to flow.

I didn't get to say goodbye to you you know.

You was my best friend and not a day went by that we didn't talk.

I know these tears are from an Angel cause you are an angel.

You live forever in my heart and someday this pain will slowly fade.

But as of right now the pain is still very new and very real to me.

So for right now I will still cry when I speak of you.

I love you . Your my forever friend and one of my best friends.

You will forever remain a memory that won't ever go away.

In my Heart you will stay.

The tears I shed is those of an Angel

I love you

and

I miss you still.

I know you are looking down on me and is liking what I have become.

Do I

Ok guys here is a poem that just came in my head it is untitled but I think you will like the words.

Do I not breath the same air you breath
Do I not feel the same pain that you do,
Do I not cry the same tears you do,

Do I not hurt like you do.
Do I not feel sad like you do.
Do I not love like you do.
Do I not bleed the same color you do.

Do I not miss you late at night when your not laying beside me.
Do I not cry when I hear your voice on the phone.
Do I not cry when I see your smiling face looking back at me.
Do i not feel heartache when I visit your grave and put freash flowers on it.


Do I not wish you was home every night holding me watching the kids play
Do I not hope that the outcome would have been different
Do I not feel the pain of missing you
Do I not see the misery that your family is going through

Baby I see all of theses things. I feel all of these things. I hurt inside all the time cause your not coming back. I love you my love and we will see each other again.

The Baby

No mama please don't kill meI am going to be a baby somedayYou will grow to love meWait and see

No mama don't do itI love you and you love meSo please don''t kill meFor you will miss me

I am not jut a thing that you can throw awayI am a human being with bones and musclesi move aroundDon't you feel me moving

Mama I'm sorry I won't kick you anymoreIt is my fault that you are doing thisI will stop and not move aroundtill I come out

then I can move around.So please don';t kill me

i am down to the birth canalReady and waiting to come outSo don't kill me pleaseCause I will soon be free.

The Dream

" The Dream"

I was dreaming that you left us that your death was unexpected. I dreamed that you died and that we are were in mourning.

I did not wanna wake up for fear it was true. but then I saw you online and knew that you was going to be fine.

That was scary seeing you like that. All laid out on your eternal bed. We had no idea what caused your death.

It was suddenly and you left without warning the morning came and we could plainly see. The ones that you left to try to move on I guess we will never know what caused me to dream this.

All I can say is I love you my sis.

Looking Through Their Eyes.

" Looking through their eyes"

I was walking through the halls I did not have many friends. I was picked on day after day,week after week.

I was shoved in lockers kicked, tripped, books knocked out of hand. I tried to fight back but failed I tried to call out for help but I was always called a baby.

I tried to just ignore it but things got worse. I could not even make it thirty minutes without getting picked on. I read on the internet the ways to kill myself I thought that was the only way.

So one day I did it I hung my self I did it using my shoe laces and socks. I hung my self from the bleachers at school so that they could see what they did too me.