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Introducing Nicole Ramirez
Hello my name is Nicole and it mean victory of the people, victorious one, and it origin is from Greece.
I am a photographer, author, as well as an artist. This is my first posting here in my blog, and over the next season, i will share from several different subjects so as to encourage you.  One goal I have and intend to accomplish is to share the trials, traumas, and just hard times that i have come through, that i made it this far and you can too.
So, let me start with as i said above....  My name is Nicole. I am adopted and found out as i was raised by my adoptive parents, that my name was given to my by my biological dad. I was born in the 50's, and even though now in the 21st century, when i was growing up there was not one other Nicole i even met, heard of, be it in my life or on television. I never heard the name Nicole anywhere at all.
I was raised by Mr & Mrs Stickler, my adoptive parents, and they adopted another kid, this time a boy, and now i had a brother. We moved ever so much and so i never really got established in a neighborhood, all but for once. 
My dad acquired cancer and died of it when i was 11. We moved back to Pennsylvania, so he could say goodbye to his blood family before he died. After his death we came back to California, and settled in
San Diego County, the home of my moms sister.  We settled in an rural area of the Eastern County, and we stayed in one place, and it was nice to go to one school my entire high school years.
Of course i saw some cute looking guys, and sorta would follow them around. Another guy became aware of me, especially as i started to go to sports events to take pictures. I decided to take photography, for i needed credits to graduate, and that seemed different and maybe fun.  By the end of my junior year, i started dating this guy who was watching me. He graduated that year and 2 years later i then graduated.  He then moved and got his own apartment and i invited myself to move in. Within several months a very good friend of mine, had a dream, and because of the dream, she begged me to watch Billy Graham crusade that weekend on the t.v. (i had gone to his crusades growing up, and watched his crusades lots of times).  So the weekend came and it was December of 1977. I watched the crusade and ended up curled up on the floor crying at the end when the invitation to accept Christ was given. Well that very night, i couldn't go to bed with my boyfriend, i just KNEW it was not good anymore. So i slept in the walk in closet. Within the next week, i moved home with my mom. (she now only had a one bedroom apartment, and my brother had left home).  Within several months my boyfriend whose name was Charles, well he came to invite me out on a date once again, and shared with me he was saved now.  Within 5 months i was engaged, and we got married in June 1979.
I got pregnant nearly immediately and had a son in June of 1980 and named him charles as well. I now called my husband Charlie. The next 20 years were basically 2 more kids, who were boys, and several apartments too.
In 2002 my mom died, and within a year i started looking for my birth mom.  It was (I think) in 2005 that i found my birth dad. I found him for i had always known we had the new paper article in which it was shared the details of my situation..........
Details will be given in the next posting on my blog...........

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Don't give up!

Here in San Diego we have ever so many Red Crowned Parrots! Many years ago, it has been communicated that wild parrots were brought up from their homeland, from where they were born. At that time it was alright to bring these birds, and now it is banned. So has any of you been taken from where you originated, where you began, and taken, stolen, abandoned, or _________, and then over the years, are in a completely different place, than where you started out at, and honestly you didn't move, you were moved.  But you know what, YOU, yes YOU, have persevered, but one thing "we" must do, is quit staring at the past. It is ok, to be aware of, glance back, but "we" need to quit staring at the past. 
Yesterday i was watering our front yard, and heard the familiar sound of those parrots, and such joy came all over me. I kept thinking that once they lived in their native land, (Central America), and was captured, brought up here and caged. But somehow they got free, they couldn't get back to their homeland, but made us (California) their home. I watched them for about a half hour, got done watering, and then got my bike, and camera and went for a ride. They had all (about 60-70 birds), congregated over one street. They were a little louder than usual, and somewhat restless too. I got there and started taking some pictures, and THEN, noticed, a dead red crowned parrot. There was blood running out of its mouth, and it certainly looked as if it had been hit by a bullet.  OH MY!  I certainly wasn't expecting this...   
SO many of us have been through others as they hurl ugly words (bullets) at us. Some us wonder why we battle everything from depression, to apathy, and OH SO MUCH MORE, and it is so often because of what someone, somewhere, and sometime spoke to us, over us etc.  Don't you remember that this world was spoken into existence? 
I am here to say this in your face.............. You have persevered, you are still here, you have come this far:
So many ugly words have been spoken over you, take authority and declare, speak that though those words were indeed spoken, that you will overcome, by "not" accepting when the ugly emotions hit, to keep standing firm, for your breakthrough, deliverance, VICTORY, has begun.  One thing is though, if you haven't started, Please journal, write down the UGHS, the GOOD, the special times you have. I looked through and though i thought i hadn't learned, grown much spiritually,  I HAD. I don't have nearly as many hurdles; I have ever so much more freedom, but do keep looking back, it's time to look forward.  In conclusion, remember if and when you ever see a free bird, be a parrot, parakeet, cockatiel, dove, or maybe a canary, you are more than a bird, and are being set free of more than you probably will ever comprehend.  SHALOM!


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