Mounting Numbers of Murders In Prince George County, Maryland 2011

Prince George’s County Residents and UMD Students this is a CALL TO take your community back from criminals.
Being accountable and a PART OF THE SOLUTION is the only action in PROTECTING YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES lives.

Individuals together can create community awareness and a need for residential, UMD students, staff and faculty involvement in perpetuating a STOP to the continuing rise in violent crimes being committed in
Prince George’s County.

LIVES LOST IN JANUARY, FEBRUARY, MARCH & APRIL 2011

# 1 Ansel Donovan Whitelocke STABBED January 3, 2011 58 years old. Hyattsville, MD
# 2 Clifton Antion Turner SHOT January 4, 2011 42 years old. 3900 Blk of Bexley
# 3 Larry Junior Watkins SHOT January 4, 2011 38 years old. Ft. Washington, MD
# 4 Mark Andrew Davis, Jr. SHOT January 4, 2011 28 years old. District Heights, MD
# 5 Michael DeAngelo Layne SHOT January 4, 2011 19 years old. Temple Hills, MD
# 6 Terrance C. Hunter DIED January 5, 2011 30 years old. Oxon Hill, MD
# 7 Maurice D. Valentine SHOT January 5, 2011 26 years old. Seat Pleasant, MD
# 8 Alejandro Marcos Diaz Vasquez STABBED January 8, 2011 30 years old. Langley, MD
# 9 Corteza Warren Livingston SHOT January 8, 2011 21 years old. Forestville, MD
# 10 Juan Aguilar STABBED January 10, 2011 25 years old. Lewisdale, MD
# 11 Justin DeSha-Overcash SHOT January 11, 2011 22 years old. College Park, MD
# 12 Clyde A. Rosevelt Howard SHOT January 11, 2011 30 years old. Lanham, MD
# 13 Alitha Mae Jenkins HIT & RUN January 17, 2011 51 year old mother. Landover, MD
# 14 Douglas Hodge Jordan, Jr. SHOT January 19, 2011 22 years old. Suitland, MD
# 15 McKenny Antonio White, Jr SHOT January 24, 2011 34 years old. District Heights, MD
# 16 Brandon Earl Baswell SHOT January 29, 2011 24 years old. Suitland, MD
# 17 Christopher Alan Trueheart TRAMA February 13 age unknown. Temple Hills, MD
# 18 Ralph Bernard Thomas Jr STABBED February 13 24 years old. DistrictHgt
# 19 Darian Michael Hintonk SHOT February 14 27 years old. Suitland
# 20 Aaron Patrick Brown SHOT February 17 24 years old. South Laurel
# 21 George Eugene Borden TRAUMA March 9 46 years old. Landover
#22 Unidentified male TRAUMA March 24 age unknown. Suitland
# 23 Paul Jason Bennett SHOT March 27 38 years old. Washington, DC
# 24 Brian Vincent Cooper SHOT March 28 20 years old. Capital Heights

+ 50 (or more) violent crimes have been committed by REPEAT OFFENDERS in PG County over the past few months!! WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO STOP THE SENSELESS VIOLENCE?
~The killings continue and only WE can take back our right to a crime free community & County~

Optimism is a powerful thing -- capable of transforming an unbearable situation into something tolerable. Unknown

MAYBE?

Maybe....we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.

Maybe....when the door of happiness closes, another opens; but, often times, we look so long at the closed door that we don't even see the new one which has been opened for us.

Maybe....it is true that we don't know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives.

Maybe....the happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

Maybe....the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can't go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.

Maybe....you should dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you dream of, and want to do.

Maybe....there are moments in life when you miss someone - a parent, a spouse, a love, a friend, a child - so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real, so that once they are around you appreciate them more.

Maybe....the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.

Maybe....you should always try to put yourself in others' shoes, if you feel that something could hurt you, it probably will hurt the other person, too.

Maybe.....you should do something nice for someone every single day, even if it is simply to leave them alone.

Maybe....giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but, if it doesn't, be content that it grew in yours.

Maybe....happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched, and all those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of all the people who have touched their lives.

Maybe....you shouldn't go for looks; they can deceive; don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.

Maybe....you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.

Maybe....you should try to live your life to the fullest because when you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling but when you die, you can be the one who is smiling and everyone around you crying.

Maybe....you could share this with those people who mean something to you, to those who have touched your life, to those who can and do make you smile when you really need it, to those who make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down, and to all those whom you want to know that you appreciate them and their friendship.

THE CORD

The Cord

We are connected,
my child and I, by
an invisible cord
not seen by the eye.

It's not like the cord
that connects us 'til birth
this cord can't been seen
by any on Earth.

This cord does its work
right from the start.
it binds us together
attached to my heart.

I know that it's there
though no one can see
the invisible cord
from my child to me.

The strength of this cord
is hard to describe.
It can't be destroyed
It can't be denied.

It's stronger than any cord
man could create
it withstands the test
can hold any weight.

And though you are gone,
though you're not here with me,
the cord is still there
but no one can see.

It pulls at my heart
I am bruised...I am sore,
but this cord is my lifeline
as never before.

I am thankful that God
connects us this way
a mother and child
death can't take it away!

Author ~ Unknown ~

Letter to Presidential Candidate Herman Cain

I thought you were the answer then you kept talking. I worked in corporate America for 13 years and I kept being told; "You are a round peg trying to fit into a square hole." Yes I was; why? Because I prefer truth; I refuse to blow which ever way the wind takes me. I stood firmly on my principles and fought hard to maintain and protect my ethics and morals. I had to fight for I can say with experience and great conviction I found corporate America is a cesspool of narcissistic greedy and vicious liars. I defined corporate America more than once by sharing the following statement, "Let's put it this way if they could find a way to make money off of their own mothers they would not hesitate for even a second." I am offended by your statement in a recent article "....if you are not wealth and do not have a job that's your fault." (wording not verbatim) You are exactly who we need to lead this broken Nation; you will have everyone moving from 'occupy' to 'civil disobedience' in a "New York Second" (no pun intended)! Cain what makes you think you can speak to average American Citizens like you did to your former disenchanted corporate employees? Believe me I have been one; they never said anything to your face but gosh knows how much was said behind your back. I once had a manger who openly said to me, "I was reading a book on sales and it said you have to like people." OMG! I told him, "That would be a good start!" I walked out the following day when he made the most ludicrous statement I had ever heard come out of a managers mouth, "You are too happy." I replied, "I'll try to be more miserable in your presence." Do you understand where I am going with this?? To run for the office of the Presidency you have to 'like America and Americans' and be sympathetic to the egregious plight of poverty WE THE PEOPLE are being subjected too. Go for a drive, look around, talk to average folks like you have some sense. Or you could always go on back home! You are not made of what this Nation needs to rise from the ashes of the past decade of greed, incompetency, lies, theft, blatant disregard for the American Citizens lifestyle, families, ability to feed ourselves and a sense of AMERICANISM.

"Your 15 seconds are up".

A disgruntled sixth generation American CITIZEN;
Karen L. DeSha

Violent Crime In Prince George's County

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Belief in God Boils Down to a Gut Feeling LiveScience.comBy Stephanie Pappas

Belief in In God Boils Down to a Gut Feeling

For many people, believing in God comes down to a gut feeling that a benevolent deity is out there. A study now finds that gut feelings may be very important in determining who goes to church every Sunday and who avoids the pews.

People who are generally more intuitive in the way they think and make decisions are more likely to believe in God than those who ruminate over their choices, the researchers found. The findings suggest that basic differences in thinking style can influence religious belief.

"Some say we believe in God because our intuitions about how and why things happen lead us to see a divine purpose behind ordinary events that don't have obvious human causes," study researcher Amitai Shenhav of Harvard University said in a statement. "This led us to ask whether the strength of an individual's beliefs is influenced by how much they trust their natural intuitions versus stopping to reflect on those first instincts."

Shenhav and his colleagues investigated that question in a series of studies. In the first, 882 American adults answered online surveys about their belief in God. Next, the participants took a three-question math test with questions such as, "A bat and a ball cost $1.10 in total. The bat costs $1 more than the ball. How much does the ball cost?"

The intuitive answer to that question is 10 cents, since most people's first impulse is to knock $1 off the total. But people who use "reflective" reasoning to question their first impulse are more likely to get the correct answer: 5 cents.

Sure enough, people who went with their intuition on the math test were found to be one-and-a-half times more likely to believe in God than those who got all the answers right. The results held even when taking factors such as education and income into account.

In a second study, 373 participants were told to write a paragraph about either successfully using their intuition or successfully reasoning their way to an answer. Those who wrote about the intuitive experience were more likely to say they were convinced of God's existence after the experiment, suggesting that triggering intuitive thinking boosts belief.

The researchers plan to investigate how genes and education influence thinking styles, but they're quick to note that neither intuition nor reflection is inherently superior.

"It's not that one way is better than the other," study researcher David Rand of Harvard said in a statement. "Intuitions are important and reflection is important, and you want some balance of the two. Where you are on that spectrum affects how you come out in terms of belief in God."

Five arduous months without your presence...

Dear Justin;

Today you have been physically missing from our lives for five extremely long and emotionally charged months honey. Odd how just a short year ago we were on the phone constantly; remember babe your broken tooth our major conversation topic. I felt your pain and was so helpless then in my attempts to offer you solace. Then it was just your tooth and now in light of all that has occurred this was so insignificant but we could not see this at the time. With great certainty I can say had we a glimpse of what the future held we would have been more concerned with the time we had left. But life is strange like this....what we see or feel as inconceivable in one moment of our lives can quickly be surmounted by a more significantly devastating moment. Thank you for being such a wonderfully loving and caring son.

I WANT MY SON BACK.

Chaotic Birthday Fun!

Age 10. Choosing to explain the happenings of this birthday party with a mathematical equation will enable all to see the impending calamity for which Justin's 10th birthday party became known! Seven 10 year old boys + a large park + amusement rides + a lake with paddle boats + a small ocean aquarium with various aquatic species + a jelly fish + a petting zoo + a nerf gun which can be pre-loaded with 10 large nerf darts at one time + 4 janitorial employees of Dan Nicolas Park collecting trash on golf carts no less + me experiencing the inability to stop repeatedly calling Randy's name in a high shrill voice = a day of fun for the birthday goers & a slight nervous breakdown for me! I love all you guys...you remain Justin's brothers and had I medication this party may not have been so nerve wracking; especially for the employees who kept getting shot with the nerf gun! It's a miracle they allowed us back into the park...well leaving the nerf gun at home and disguises helped!! This day was too much fun! Do you remember driving to the park, we road in my trusty mommie van, and 'raised the roof' at every stop light to hip-hop blaring on the radio; well I do! Thanks for making my life an adventure and so much fun! I love & miss you Justin my wonderful, gregarious, precious son....I remain Justin's momma ♥

The simplicity of childhood

Justin (age 4) believed spraying 'monster rid' before bed rid-died his room of any potential nightmares. Justin (age 4) ended up at the Disney Store at Southpark Mall in Charlotte. Knowing he could only spend $5.00 he surveyed the entire stores contents very carefully and after taking in every possible item Justin chose a bottle of Tinkerbell's pixie dust. He never opened it because he was certain the dust could enable one to FLY! Justin (age 5) arrived at the conclusion eating mushrooms contain properties which make one smart! Hhuumm? Maybe he was on to something!? Justin (age 7) was adamant that he be in his own home on Christmas eve; how else would Santa find you? Justin (age 8) after reading a letter he received from Santa he concluded Santa has a great signature!

Justin's take on my vanity years!

I don't know if you've ever had an enlarged pore I had one on my chin and I really disliked mine. To me it looked like the Grand Canyon; yes I am aware this sounds like a melodramatic statement but I am talking about my vanity years! One day while visiting the dermatologist she informed me she could fi...x it! WOW! Who knew? The way she fixed it was to punch out and remove the area then put a couple of stitches there. After the procedure I went home and Justin (age 8) took one look at my chin and in a horrified tone asked me what had happened. I told him what the doctor did; he looked at me rather puzzled then Justin finally made his assessment. He said, "Mommie, you had a little hole and the doctor made it a bigger hole and NOW you're happy? Out of the mouths of babes! Even at 8 years of age he thought I was off my rocker! He was probably right! lololol I love you honey...at work they teased me for a week asking if I had cut myself shaving!!



Next vanity stage; I had a broken capillary dead center of my nose; I looked like a target! haha Vanity!! I found out you could have the area lazered and the hideous capillary which I saw as a target would be gone! One minor side effect; after the lazer procedure the area would become red, purple and bluish for about two weeks. So upon returning home Justin (age 9) gasped when he saw this and asked what happened to my nose. I told him about the procedure; again in his matter of fact way he said, "Mommie you had a little red place and now it is a huge purple, red and blue place and NOW you're happy?" (I believe I told you to go to your room! lololol I was only joking and you knew it!)



The final episode involving my vanity years (Okay so I dealt with a long vanity stage!) was the removal of a 'beauty mark' well that's what we called them in the day; really it's a mole! Justin, my mother and I all had a beauty mark on our jawlines in the exact same place. Remember everyone I was going through my vanity stage; I watched as my mother's beauty mark slowly move down her neck as gravity took hold; I could not bear the thought so one afternoon I went to the dermatologist and had it removed. The doctor put a band-aid on my chin and I headed home. Of course Justin (age 10) immediately asked why there was a band-aid on my jaw and I told him I had the beauty mark removed to which he replied in a horrified tone, "The FAMILY MOLE?" This was one of those gut busting laughs you so often gave me! Thank you for loving me for me; even though you had a blast making fun of my silliness and vanity years...I miss you teasing me honey...a lot! I love you & miss you a lot, too! I remain Justin's momma

My Son's 11th Birthday

Age 11. Justin's 11th Birthday plan was attending the Boweevils triple 'A' baseball game in Kannapolis, NC. It was a pretty cool deal; not only did Justin get to throw out the starting pitch (I might add he threw a beautiful pitch straight across the plate!! YEE-HA) but the package also offered hot dogs, chips, drinks, coupons for the...... gift shop and a great birthday cake for all the party goers to enjoy! As we lined up at the gate to enter Randy & I stood there with our mouths agape for this particular game night each child attending was given a miniature wooden bat! YIKES!! SIX ELEVEN YEAR OLD adolescences armed with miniature wooden bats!!! OMG!!! Talk about an intense feeling of defenselessness...sensing possible impending chaos I frantically searched my purse for band aids in case of any minor concussions and luckily I was good to go! Justin's 'home boys' all had a blast and it turned out to be a birthday party to remember; Randy & I were both thankful not even one party-goer received even a minor concussion on this night of fun so long ago! I am so happy ya'll had such a great time I still remember this night vividly! I miss you honey...I had so much fun planning your birthday parties...I know it was never anything extravagant and you were always so surprised and happy! I love you my beautiful son...Oh how much I wish we could all relive this day...