Laveda D. Rockford

Since I had the day off in honor of those who gave their lives for the freedoms that we cherish in the United States of America, I chose to visit downtown Dallas, Texas. It was a bustling scene when I drove around the corner and under the bridge toward Dealey Plaza. Turning left, I found my first destination. I turned into the parking lot and was blessed to park underneath a shade tree. The Dallas Holocaust Museum is packed full of information about how freedoms can be disrupted under the guise of bigotry and discrimination. If you haven't visited the Dallas Holocaust Museum, you should. It's an educational destination, back in time, where freedom was longed for, but was not found, where justice was prohibited, but for a time. Tears welled up in my eyes when I heard about a child in hiding whose Mother taught her not to cry because they had to be very quiet. After they came out of hiding, she asked her Mother if it was okay to cry now. That broke my heart. T

In the previous excerpt from my screenplay YAHREH, FBI Special Agent Wade Hamilton and his team are in the middle of capturing the gang hired to kill Gina. YAHREH : ONE MAN MISSING? *** EXT. GINA’S NEIGHBORHOOD FS WADE Wade walks up toward the front of the van and George gets into the passenger side seat. Wade stops at the window and looks at the clock on the dashboard.    WADE : "How many do we have in there?" MS FBI AGENT BART    BART : "Six, Boss." MS WADE    WADE : "Hmmmm. Where's the seventh man?" Wade looks worried while he walks back toward the rest of his team who are standing at the back of the van. He scans the surrounding area. WADE : "Everybody, heads up! We have a missing Black Blood. I want everyone out scouring the area, pronto. If you find him, radio it in. I don't want to hear about the one that got away." FS WADE AND HIS TEAM The FBI team splits off in different directions.

I am very thankful for having the day off to write. It's been on my heart for a time to write about something that I posted a long time ago. The only way you can be good to others is by being good to yourself. Now, define good. How do you see yourself? Do you see God working through your life? Do you see yourself, or do you see Jesus Christ as your intercessor? To better grasp what you can be, you must strive to understand who He is. He gave of himself freely so that you and I could be free. Being rich before coming to earth, but putting on humanity and paying the price of the sins of the world. Only a loving God could become poor so that you and I could be rich. I guess you could say that we, who live on this earth, were known in the eyes of God as poor. The love that He had for the world caused Him to have compassion. Therefore, He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life. ~ John 3 : 16 So, what should I

I am very blessed to have a wonderful Mother. She woke me up in the morning by patting the side of my face, softly telling me that it was time to get up. It's one of my most cherished childhood memories. Feeling her love through a softness that is hard to describe. I won't be able to spend the day with her this year, but she plans to visit later this month. I hope all have a happy and wonderful Mother's day! Happy Mother's Day! © Laveda D. Rockford      Dallas, Texas

In the previous excerpt, FBI Agents are in position to confront the Black Bloods hired to kill Gina. FBI Agent Cindy was in the middle of a scuffle with Trip. *** Women usually didn’t have the upper hand in cases like this. But with all the martial arts classes and boxing she did for entertainment, Cindy was prepared. It made her feel good when she saw the shocked look on his face as they fell. While holding the knife steady and inches away from Trip's face, she pulled out her handcuffs, and that was when she realized he was not responding. She checked him for cuts and, not finding any, rolled him over on his belly and checked again. All she found was a huge knot on the side of his head, but his breathing seemed normal. He was out cold. She noticed the rock he fell on. That must have been what knocked him out. She handcuffed him to the trunk of a fallen tree by positioning his arms around the trunk, bear-hug style. There was no way he could get loose. Large branches surround

Today I had time off work to do something that brings me joy. I visited the Dallas Arboretum and Botanical Garden. I started walking around the corner from the entrance to see beautiful bushes with rows of petunias welcoming me into their garden. Beckoning me to continue on through the park. Farther down the path I came across the first trial garden. Many Canna blooming in the distance. Closer to me was more annuals, each one more beautiful than the other. To pick a favorite would be difficult for me. Past the Trial Garden, a beautiful scene caught my eye and I had to walk through the lawn and take a picture. A combination of pink and red petunias with a center piece in the background set the mood for the rest of my journey. The Lay Family Garden was fabulous. Peering out from under the rock portico surrounded with the sounds of a waterfall sent chills through me as I watched the scene. Continuing on I saw some of the most beautiful trees and flowers. Sculptures were