Eric Schmitt-Matzen

When I was a little kid, Christmas was a bigger deal to me, but as I got older Santa and his elves meant nothing to me. The phrase, “You’re Santa’s number one helper,” lost its meaning. It happens to a lot of kids, but that very phrase meant the world to one little kid. Eric Schmitt-Matzen held a dying child in his arms. Eric told that little boy that he was Santa’s number one helper. The little boy gave his last hug to Santa and he asked Santa to help him, then he passed. Everyone seems to be giving this man grief about an unbelievable story. This story may be crazy but who is to say that it isn’t real. Who is to say that this man didn’t see a little boy die in arms. Sources say that Eric didn’t come to the news with the story, but would someone who wanted their “fifteen minutes of fame” come to the news with the story. A five year old boy dies and all people can do is judge and ridicule this man. The same man who gave a dying little five year old boy hope when he was about to die. The boy knew he was about to die but Santa gave him hope to hold on. The boy asked him for help because right before he saw the light, he had hope that maybe just maybe he could get better. So all the facts may not be checked, but Eric Schmitt-Matzen gave that little boy one of the best Christmases any ask for.

Let's Stump Trump

"Donald J. Trump is the very definition of the American success story," according to his website, but I think differently. I think the real definition  of the american success story is Bill Gates who came from nothing and is now one the riches people in the world. Trump, however, never had to live paycheck to paycheck. Trump was born to a scottish philanthropist, Mary Anne, and a real estate developer, Fred Trump. Donald Trump is the son of a Scotswoman. His mother, Mary Anne MacLeod was from the hebridean Island of Lewis, off the west coast of Scotland, from where she emigrated to America and met and married Frederick Trump, of German origin. One of his core priciples was that this country needs a wall to keep out immigrates, but Donald Trump is a prime example of successful American immigrant experience. Donald John Trump was born to Frederick and Mary (MacLeod) Trump on 14 Jun 1946 in Queens, NY. He married first Ivana Zelnickova Winklmayr, born in Czechoslovakia, and he had three children. However he wasn't done, so he married second Marla Maples and had one child. That's the end though, he married a third time to model Melania Knauss, a native of Yugoslavia. They are parents of his fifth child, Barron William Trump, born in 2006. If everyone around donald are immigrants, then why is Donald trump so agianst immiagration? He is a product of immiagration and so are all of his kids. Second, he wants more laws. His grandfather, Frederick Trump (Drumpf), came from Germany in 1885 and became a citizen in 1892. He returned to Germany for a bride, Elisabeth Christ, in 1902 and sired three children. Frederick’s son, Fred Christ Trump, married Mary Anne MacLeod in 1936 and had five children, of which Donald was the second youngest. Which doesn't make any sense we can already go to jail for taking a tag off a mattress. What's next? We go to jail for not wearing the right color? Trump claims, "Drug dealers and gang members are given a slap on the wrist and turned loose on the street." Now he just doesn't understand the law. Now a regular drug dealer would have at least a gram of anything, right? Now they would get up to 2 years in jail and a fine of up to $10,000, even if they don't have a whole gram. So if that is  "a slap on the wrist" then that is a mighty hard slap. Third, how doesn't our nation serve its people? We have food banks, shelters, and welfare to help our citzens that need help. Some people don't have that much and our country isn't perfect and it still won't be perfect if Donald Trump wins office. Before you go I would like you to how racist Trump is, he said, "The U.S. has become a dumping ground for everybody else's problems," he said, and then went on to denounce Mexican immigrants as criminals, drug dealers, and rapists. Do you really want a president that thinks of 17% of the population as waste of time and money based on what he said at an interview with Fox News’ Chris Wallace, "The Mexican government is much smarrter, much sharper, much more cunning. And they send the bad ones over because they don't want to pay for them. They don't want to take care of them." So not only is Trump discriminating against mexicans, he is insulting the mexican government by saying that they can't take care of their citzens.

Your Choice

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The Dorm Chapter 1

“So you will be in dorm 228 in Parks building,” said Aqua Pearman. “And before you ask no it is not a park.” Aqua was a pretty girl much prettier than me. She was about 5’6 with blue eyes, brown hair and curves in all the right places. She was one of the tour guides for the college students, but she looks too young to be in college let alone working for one. She looks like she is about 17.  “Hello, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I was just lost in thought,” I said as I picked up my phone. “Which way is my dorm?” She told it was right the corner and next to the cafeteria. I grabbed my bags just have them snatched out of my hands. “Hey! You can give me my stuff or you can get a black eye.”

“Calm down feisty,” he said staring at me with piercing light blue eyes framed by the gorgeous blonde hair and a tan complexion. “You’re in the parks building 228, right?”

“If I was I wouldn’t tell you. I don’t need a stalker,” I said staring at his sweatshirt. It had the school’s logo on it.

“Well, if that’s you dorm room then I’m your roommate.”

“Fine that my room but don’t girls and boys have separate rooms?”

“It was the only empty room on campus. Now can we get going, it’s hot,” he said and started walking towards a hot dog cart.  There were a million carts out, I wondered if they were out every day. “Want a hot dog?”

“No thanks, I don’t have any money.”

“Oh really,” he said smiling. Before I could protest, he sat my stuff down and got us some chilli cheese hot dogs. “Here, I don’t mind paying for a hot dog.”

“Thanks umm…” I said trying to remember if told me his name.

“Ryder, it’s Ryder,” he said as we walked into the building and got in the elevator but as soon as the door closed I don’t know what came over me.

Sorry guys someone else is writing my story so I am going come up with another one and post the first chapter today, so see you later.

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Hi guys, I'm back because I got an idea for this new series called The Young & the Pennyless. It is going to be about a fresh out of college dreamer that wants to start her own business. She got a degree, heart, and talent. Everything you need, right? Wrong. She has everything except money to pay it. Let's see where this adventure takes us shall we?