Courts are handled differently in each state. Sometimes the court is fair, and sometimes ...

I don't know how in other countries, but in my country it's different. Well, this story represents the words in my heart. Please read this story carefully! Because I wrote this story with tears ...

The courtroom. A judge sat on a tall leather chair. There is sadness on his face. He was sitting on paper. Two other people sitting in front of him were talking on the phone. There was no air in this indoor lounge. Because the windows were closed. Only the light was lit up the room. It was impossible to know the weather outside.

In the hall, an elderly woman is seen. She had a scarf on her head. She was sitting quietly, with tears in her eyes. And with him were five others. Their identity is unknown ...

A little later the prisoner was brought to the courtroom. His hands were tied, his face was blue. His lips had blood spots. Two guards were brought in and locked in a special grille. The young man looked at his mother in the room. His mother was looking at him. It was a very painful process. The mother barely restrained herself. But she didn't cry. Because there was no tears in her eyes…

At that moment three arrogant men in uniform came into the room. They had documents. They sat next to the judge. One of them was very fat. The fat man looked at the prisoner with hatred and threatened:

"You are dirty! You wanted to put people against the state because of your articles! You got people to wake up! But you did not succeed! You will not survive until we are here! I'm going to arrest you today.

Judge! Immediately punish this bad man for twenty years! Exile to the convoy! He remembers the beatings in the investigation! Do what I said quickly! Outside there is the lawyer of the villain. Don't go inside it! We will expel witnesses too! "

The judge was silent. He did not know what to do. There is nothing wrong with this young man! He wrote only bitter articles. The government did not like it. He was immediately detained.

The judge looked into the boy's eyes. The guy looked at the judge with hope. But what can a judge do? The judge is not independent! If he refuses to render an unjust sentence, another judge will be found and fired! And as a result, his family is starving ...

The judge was reluctant. He was punished on false charges. And the fat prosecutor laughed and talked to anyone on the phone. Then he put his hand on his chest and left the room.

As the prisoner was being taken out of the courtroom, a judge approached him. Looking at him said:

"Be strong, my son! Forgive me! I owe it! You have uncovered the real face of these villains! But they don't like the truth! Justice in our country will never happen! I wish you good luck!"

The mother came to the prisoner. She wanted to say goodbye to her son for the last time. Two guards did not let this happen. They dragged the prisoner and left the room. The mother who was crying, fainted ...

I do not know the fate of the young man who criticizes the government and wants to open the eyes of the people! I do not know if he is dead or alive! But I know that there is no justice or truth in my country!

It's just a story. I told you the simplest story about the court! Worse yet, I could hardly tell.

My friends, this is how we run the trial

I only dream of a democratic state ...

*a support group for indecisive individuals*

group leader: alright, good job today, guys. now remember: what do we want?

group: to be more decisive

group leader: and when do we want it?

group: *conflicted muttering* next week, perhaps? tomorrow? or saturday? or friday? or three am tonight? there's just so many options... etc

group leader: now, guys! the answer is now! looks like we have a lot of work to do...

It is nap time in kindergarten and I am supposed to be asleep and so are all the other kids. We all lay on blankets brought from home, kid size; mine is blue and yellow plaid with tiny tassels that look like worms. One eye open, one eye half closed, all I want to do is lay there and relax while I pick pick pick at a pretend tassel worm I imagine has just sprouted up from the earth, but I can't because the boy next to me, David, keeps saying "psst, psst, psst" over and over, annoying me. I know it is me he is pssting because that is not the only thing he does to annoy me and if he could, I know he would be saying my name out loud and poking me on my shoulder instead of pssting, but he knows he would get in trouble for talking during nap time, so he doesn't.

When our teacher says, "Okay kids, nap time is over, put your blankets back in your cubby," I jump up fast, faster than David, and walk very fast across the room over to my cubby which is on the girls side, no boys allowed, and then right away teacher says, "Okay. Listen up kids. Line up for recess," and I make it to the front of the line first, next to Miss Rose where I know David will not bother me.

As soon as we are outside, all the girls and I run for the jump ropes, but before I get there, David stops me. Not with a grab, but with his whole body, blocking me, and I struggle to get around him when he says, "I really like you Bonnie. Why do you always run away from me? If I give you my lunch quarter will you like me back?" And I have no idea what to say because I don't think it's possible for someone so annoying to like me, so I am very glad to see Virginia right next to me and she speaks first instead of me.

"David," she says, "You don't like Bonnie, you like me! Only me!"

And he does not look at her, he is only looking at me, holding out his quarter, so I take it and Virginia starts crying real hard like a big fat baby and I don't laugh or call her a name, I just reach towards her holding out the quarter, and say, "David is just being silly. He really meant to give this to you," and I keep looking only at her while David stands beside us. Real quick, she stops crying, which I didn't know was possible, and she puts the quarter in her pocket and we go jump rope and then recess is over and we all line up to go back into class. In front of me on the line, I can see David poking Virginia on the shoulder and she smiles and I do too.

Gaining the strength to be vulnerable and open up to others can often lead to tears, but it is far better tears than the ones you cry over loneliness. If you cry for the right people, tears are strong - if you cry for the wrong ones, you can gain strength from learning and fighting for a better way, and thus lessen your tears.

Tears are not universally good or bad, but we should only cry about what truly matters to us.

I cry alot I think.

I can't help it.

When I feel anything too strongly, it leaks out of my eyes.

Too happy? Cry.

Too sad? Cry.

Too angry or frustrated? Cry.

I reached a point in my life, where I actually ran out of tears.

I couldn't cry anymore, they just wouldn't come out.

I would feel the lump in my throat, and scrunch my face up as tight as it would go,

but no tears would fall.

I felt so broken.

I started shoving things down. Deep deep down.

I could feel them building up.

I ignored it.

I was so numb.

I thought my tears would never find me again.

My shell too hard.

My walls too high.

I let nobody in.

Not even myself.

It definitly damaged me.

I don't remember when they came back, but they did.

I think it's when I let someone in.

Momentarily, I gave them the key to my deepest feelings.

I didn't ask for it back.

They started letting themselves in; in to my secret garden.

They helped me clean it up.

Took all the overgrown branches, picked all the weeds.

Slowly but surely, my feelings came back.

My tears came home, and flowers began to bloom.

They didn't make me happy, but they gave me the tools,

and showed me how to use them.

I've let them keep that key, because sometimes I lose mine,

or it gets jammed in the lock.

They gave me a key to their garden too.

It's a beautiful thing.

Sharing.

Caring.

Helping.

The damage I did is still there, but I've turned it into something positive.

Something to learn from.

A small shrine, to where I've come from; those moments of despair.

Let’s skip the mundane. (You know what I mean: Two eyes. Two hands. Two feet. Etc.) Most of us are built like that — though not all.

Skin? If the average person has 22 square feet — two square meters — then I have a bit more. In fact, a bit more than I should. Veins? Let’s say 75,000 miles. That’s close.

If you scraped off my fat, you could make seven bars of soap. (Maybe 10.) But who'd want to shower using soap made from people fat? Not me. That's for sure.

My brain could survive a handful of minutes without oxygen. Perhaps a few more — but not many. When I listen to music, my heartbeat tends to sync with the rhythm. Yours does, too. Most people react that way.

Here’s something odd: One-quarter of the bones in my body are in my feet. Imagine that! I can’t. (Seems like it should be more.)

There's something like 100,000 miles of blood vessels squirming through my body. That means you could lay them out one-by-one and go around the world four times — though I can’t image why you’d want to do that.

By the way, I’m taller in the morning than I am at night. My left kidney is positioned a bit higher than my right one. I can’t breathe and swallow at the same time. (That’s probably true about you as well.)

Although I’m 72, my ears and nose continue to grow — at least that’s what someone on the Internet said. Know what else they said? That I shed about 600,000 particles of skin each hour, my brain produces enough electricity to light up a light bulb, and my body carries around about four pounds of bacteria. ("Yuk!")

One final thought: half of my hand-strength comes from my pinky finger. Ponder that next time you want to make a “pinky promise” with me