Lit Cargo

I have a 1998 F-150, today the door ajar light comes on and the dome light and cargo light stay lit.? This happens even though the doors are shut. I have also made sure that the third door is shut tight. I have determined that it is the passenger door that the truck thinks is open. How can I find the door switch that lets the truck know if it is open or not? If I can't fix or bypass this switch, I'll have to find the fuse and disable the dome light and the cargo light so they don't remain lit while I drive.

Is this a good book idea? Good chapter names? Is my writing good? Okay, I'm writing a book that i wish to be published and sold. Read the following part of the book and please tell me what you think (the indentations won't show up on here). Also, i've included the chapter names. Please tell me if you find these appealing. Thank you. So you don't get confused, I would also like to inform you that the first part of this piece is the end of the book that i will place in the beginning, to give you a flashfoward of the end. The world lay before me, broken like shattered glass. Blood ran through the streets, the sand, the rivers. Bodies lay everywhere, un-buried, un-honored… unholy… The once beautiful city now lay waste. The streets blown apart from bombs, buildings shredding like paper. The skies, grey with sorrow, cried upon this fallout land. The smoke reached unto the heavens and the fires lit the night sky like candles. You could smell the reminisce of gun smoke… and the sickening smell of rotting death. In the distance the shrieks of survivors broke the silence… begging for mercy- and the sound of receiving none. I could now feel the warm liquid creeping down my arms, chest, and legs. The taste of sweat and adrenaline fills my mouth. A screeching ring in my ears and my vision tinted blood red. Suddenly I feel someone tug on my suit, screaming as he dragged my limp body across the blood soaked dirt. Slowly but surely… his voice cracks through the night like a bullet… “you’re comin’ back alive.” Part I- We’re Not in Kansas Anymore Chapter I- Come Back Alive One week ago… “Daddy! Do you really have to leave?” “Yes honey, Daddy’s gotta keep you two safe!” “But daddy! I don’t want you to die!” “Don’t worry honey…I’m, coming back! Just for you!” “Don’t lie to her… come back alive…” “Don’t worry babe… I-” “Captain?” “Captain?” My eyes slowly prey themselves open like a clam shell. “Captain!” I hear Toni’s rough war-torn voice. “Were almost there, wake up!” “Your one ta’ talk to boy!” I now noticed how torn my voice is as well. It comes out harsh and rough. I look around, observing the world around me. The rough turbulence is now shaking me like a dog. Before me stand 3 tall silhouettes, clothed in death black suits. The whole cargo bay is lit with a dim red aura. In the faint light I can barely make out the strands of the suit, layered like muscle. Slowly I push myself off the army cloth bench and stretch my weary, aching muscles. I bend down and pick up the cold durable mask for my suit. Slowly I press the visor to my face, and with a hiss, it unites with the suit. I firmly grip my weapon, hanging from its rack, crimson from the light. “Time to Jump Everyone! Double check all systems and go!” I hear my voice, crisp and clear through the com. The C-130s heavy bay doors pry themselves open and we all stand, anxious for the battle about to come. In a blur of black we all dash down the metal tracks and leap. I hear the screaming “WOOHOO!”s from my men as the roll and flip in their freefall. My visor quickly blares on; data fills my field of view. Altitude, parachute open time, vitals, et cetera, but after all this time, I’ve learned to ignore it all. “Open in 10, 9, 8” my visor counts down, “4,3,2,1,OPEN!” I grab the release cord on my chute and rip it off. My parachute shoots out like a bullet and catches wind. I begin my leisurely elegant glide to the ground. Suddenly, all hell breaks loose; the com now explodes with screams of terror and frantic orders. My visor screams out alerts and I suddenly feel weightless again. Flak starts exploding all around me, shrapnel flies through the air. I look up and discover my chute, now turned into a shredded chew toy for the cannons. I begin to fall, faster, faster, I hear the screams of my men “CAPTAIN!”. The rush of adrenaline fills my body and I work swiftly. I grab my combat knife, perfectly sharpened, perfectly deadly. I slash away at the old useless chute until it finally breaks loose. I release my vice grip on my knife and reach for the emergency chute. The moment I touch the cord, I feel the impact on my feet, blow through my legs, my chest, then my head… suddenly… everything goes black. “Don’t lie to her...come back alive…” “Don’t worry babe... I’ll come back…for both of you, I do every time don’t I?” “I guess so…” “Babe… cheer up… nothings gonna happen!” “I love you…” “I love you too honey.” I come around to the smell of salt, the sound of soft waves on the shore. My visor bursts alive with my senses, analyzing my vitals and body. I turn on my back and look up; the sky is a soft baby blue, with clouds painted in the distance like a beautiful canvas. I watch the clear blue water attack in a wave of foam, then retreat, again and again. In the distant waters I see my ragged parachute and find myself chuckling. I move my poor, aching muscles and lift my limp body up. Beach sand white as snow now covers my suit. I now stand on a beach of snow white. The sun peeks out the soft blue horizon. To my right the beach goes on seemingly eternally. To my left, the white beach sand is contrasted by a jagged, rocky cliff. The ocean waves crash against the murky black rock. Before me a lush, bright forest screams its colors at the ocean. Blood red and heaven blue flowers, neon green foliage, and the soothing brown of the trees fill the forest. The distant sounds of animals and insects calling out can be heard. “Anybody there!” I yell into my com, “Come in!” All that can be heard is an eerie stillness. “Let’s see,” I say to myself in a low whisper, “what to do. Guess I’ll just head over ta’ the RP… Visor! Lead me to the rally point!” The soothing voice of the visor responds, “2 miles East Captain.” “Two miles…” I let out a heavy sigh, “Better start movin’ then.” As I begin to move my legs, I notice the dreadful shock of pain in my legs. My suit promptly detects the pain and releases pain relievers into my legs. I feel the tiny bee-sting like prick of the needle and the strange feel of the injection. The pain in my leg is swiftly alleviated and I begin to travel once more. As I enter the thick jungle I notice the true beauty of this place. Flowers bud from every plant and tree. An abyss of colors lay before me as I trek onward. Creatures I’ve never seen before hide in the bushes and scout my mysterious presence. The sound of crashing waves, the beautiful rays of sunlight are now dead, and replaced by the quietness of the forest and a darkened Neverland. Suddenly I hear a faint sound over the com. “ANYONE! COME IN! PLEASE! ASSISTANCE NEEDED AT THE RP! HEAVY ENEMY RESISTANCE! PLEAS”- static… Part I- We Aren’t In Kansas Anymore Chapter I- Come back Alive Chapter II- Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing Chapter III- Out of the Frying Pan… Chapter IV- …And Into the Fire Part II- Home…I Think Chapter I- Russian Roulette Chapter II- S.O.S. Chapter III- Fight Fire… Chapter IV- …With Fire Part III- Their Land, Their Blood Chapter I- Chapter II- Do You Believe In Ghosts? Chapter III- No More… Chapter IV- …Heroes Part IV- Revenge… Chapter I- A Breath Exhaled from the Earth Chapter II- We. Will. Kill Him.

Sometime it's nice to miss what you are waiting for? Underway chasing the horizon passing diamonds on the way Floating along safe in a steel palace painted battleship grey Smoking lamp lit mostly it's not drilling and counting moving cargo about Looking at warships designed to go in harms way Me just on a target just trying to stay out of the way We di our jobs and had some laughs always kept a wary eye never fired a shot nor provoked a glance just floated on the waves We were warriors fighting a war that wasn't oh so hot so we just held our breaths contemplating what if We knew that we would have no home-port to return If Trinity was called This is for those that waited and served crossed fingered on the wall Thank you for any coments L21 should be "what if " removed "first shot" instead

Memory card problem. Is everything deleted? Please help!? Yesterday, I put my camera (I've had it for over a year. It's not a new camera or memory card) in my pocket (Kodak EasyShare CD82) to take with me to the store in case I saw anything I wanted a picture of. After we were done shopping (I didn't take any pictures), I reached into my pocket to take out my camera and I noticed that the battery pack popped open and the batteries were out (I was wearing cargo pants and they were in the bottom part). I put them back in but didn't think to turn it on. This morning, I went to take a picture of something and when I first turned it on, the screen lit up, but not with the usual Kodak symbol. The screen lit up black and nothing happened. I couldn't turn it off with the button, so I waited and it eventually shut off. I put it in my brother's (he has the exact same one) and the same thing happened. I put his memory card in mine and it was fine, so I know it's not my camera and something with the card. I tried a couple more times on mine, and after a while, it usually comes up with some text that says "Memory card and Internal memory full Replace card, transfer or delete pictures" Which is not true. I've checked and the internal memory is still there, as well as I know the memory card is not full. When I put the memory card in the computer (I don't have a transfer cable right now), my computer won't read it and asks if I want to format it. I know that means it'll delete everything on the card. When I go to review the pictures on my camera, it says "No pictures or videos to display on memory card". Is there anything I can do to save the pictures on my memory card, or do I have to reformat it? Is there anything that is free?

MORE TO THE STORY I JUST PoSTED. (And Then We Die)? I know your probably wondering whats going on. Am I alive or dead. Well, tecnally, both. Alive in the fact my body is working. My heart still beats, my brain still functions, just at a rate that most medical devices can't pick up. That's why I'm in a mourg. Dead, in the sense, I don't exist. You will never hear my name out of this book. You will never here this story anywhere else. If you did, you''d probably end up dead very soon after. Even now I'm putting you at risk. Everything I'm telling you is confidential. The people who are above me said I'm never to tell anyone. So make sure you spread this story. Mabey with enough people we can stop it. Back to reality. I slowly got of my table, didn't want to breake any bones.....again. It didn't take me very long to find my bag. It was an old one. One strap made for over you shoulder, lots of pockets, and Army camo. I loved it. I dug through it till I found my cleanest set of cloths and through them on. I made sure my knife and other essentials were in there. After I strapped on my boots, (they went so well with my cargo pants and ti-di teashirt. ) I started to make my way to the door. THen I heard it. Deep from somewhere deep inside my head, a voice. No, THE voice. Destroy them. You can do it. Just concentrate, them BOOM. Just do it! I shook my head fratnicall. Don't listen. Don't listen. DON"T LISTEN. I ran out the door, not even bothering to look out for the security camera's. I didn't care. I ran down a long, narrow hall. It was well lit, but obviously not used much anymore. It took all my will power not to scream. I finally saw the door. The light from beind it gleamed like the light at the end of the tunnle was suposed to. It was pretty much singing in my ears. A triumphant sound of fresh air. I ran faster. I burst through the door, and collapsed on the spot. The air felt good. Clean. I knew there were people around me. I could feel there eyes staring at me as I lay in the fetal position on the hard concrete. Someone came up to me and started to shake me. My head felt like it was about to expload. This is idiot was just shaking a timb bomb. Great. "Kid! Kid! Are you alright? Kid!" "Just relax honey, you'll be find" "Someone call 911! NOW!" There were at three people now, standing right over me. The pain started to dim and I opend my eyes. Woah. More like ten people. Must have been lunch breake. Somewhere in the mix of all the voices I heard whispers. I'm telling you, she looks just like that dead girl we found. Wonderfull People recognized me. Happy Happy, Freaken Joy, Joy. I knew if I didn't leave soon, I would have a much bigger mess on my hands. I jumped up and took off. They started to chase me, but I was much quicker. They had no chance. Soon I left them behind and was wondering through the bussy stretes of New York. does that help explain. Still open to critisim. I KNOW, I CNA"T SPELL. I don't have spell check on this computer. so sory ya'll

( o _ 0 ) Abominable Snowmen: The War on Lawn Decorations? Your thoughts? By SARA SCHAEFER MUÑOZ December 20, 2007; Page D1 Jim McDilda's holiday display last year included a 28-foot lighted arch, a 50-foot tree, 50,000 lights and dozens of animated silhouettes. The spectacle -- he needed a crane to set it all up -- lit up the sky and drew thousands of gawking visitors to his Redding, Calif., house. This 28-foot lighted arch was a part of Jim McDilda's holiday display last year. But nearby neighbors weren't so thrilled. Cars, limos and tour buses clogged the cul-de-sac, and trash was strewn across lawns. Christmas music blasting from Mr. McDilda's display kept neighbors awake. They complained to the city, which required that Mr. McDilda get a special-events permit and demanded that he remove the nearby cargo containers he used to store the display most of the year. After months of sniping between Mr. McDilda and the city, he decided to throw in the towel. This year, his house is unadorned. Disgruntled neighbors complain of everything from traffic to wasted electricity. In places like Redding and Aurora, Ill., people called for the city to crack down on loud music or decorations that linger after holidays. Police in some areas of the country even report that the growing number of blow-up Santas adorning people's yards are targets for stabbing and other forms of violent deflation. Random drive by stabbings and other violent acts against inflatable snowmen and women? ( o _ 0 ) Whoa?

Lyrics to a song that goes with this poem..? Ok so I have an honors lit assignment. One of the project choices was to come up with a song thats lyrics go with a poem out of the list she gave us. I chose to do the poem "Shoulders" by Naomi Shihab Nye. This is the poem: Shoulders A man crosses the street in rain, stepping gently, looking two times north and south, because his son is asleep on his shoulder. No car must splash him. No car drive too near to his shadow. This man carries the world’s most sensitive cargo but he’s not marked. Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE, HANDLE WITH CARE. His ear fills up with breathing. He hears the hum of a boy’s dream deep inside him. We’re not going to be able to live in this world if we’re not willing to do what he’s doing with one another. The road will only be wide. The rain will never stop falling. I know this poem is talking about protecting those you love not because you have to but just because you love them and you can. Does anyone know any songs that could go with this poem? Just their meaning not any of the words in the title being the same.. And just so everyone knows...No you will not be doing my project for me. This isnt even half the stuff i have to do with the song. The time period doesnt matter. You will be helping me out major and its due tomorrow. Thanks in advance, a best answer will be chosen

What do you think my dream means? I had a really strange dream two nights ago. It's still fresh on my mind. I'm obsessed with it actually. I am a girl by the way. I’m Bisexual, but I guess I lean towards the same sex More then the opposite but that’s not what I’m here for. The dream is somewhat confusing and hard to articulate but I’ll try to explain it best I can. I first dreamed I was with one of my friends (a girl) and my older sister. We were inside of a movie theatre everything was black, but it was light in the room. I don’t remember seeing a screen but we were leaving. We got outside and it was Like a country side. There was a dock, but no water anywhere, looked almost like a Desert, But a train came, it was green and yellow, looked like a cargo train but it had Windows cut out, with no glass and seats in it. I saw a boy I knew from school that was Older then me that I hadn’t talk to in awhile. My friend and I both thought he was cute and jumped on. I ended up being in the same car as him and my friend and sister where in the car in front of me. But they weren’t looking at me. The boy told me he was moving, or going to go see family in New York. We talked, or flirted for awhile and when I said I had to leave, he kissed me. Which I thought was odd because I used to like him but he was a total dick to me. I felt the kiss, like it was real. It felt wet and wasn’t every... nice, UN pleasant actually. We ended up in a heavily wooded area, Lush tall green trees and sunshine was beaming threw the top. There was another dock and we got off there. Then I ended up in a library. Dimly lit, had pinkish walls, and sort of small. I walked up to the information desk, asking for a book on poems. I realized the librarian was around my age, about 17. I immediately thought she was cute. She had short dark red hair, sort of chubby but had a beautiful face that I now hardly can remember, and I know i've never seen her before. She looked like a mix between two people I know. She helped me find a book but we only walked to the shelves and then we went to a table, where two black women where sitting and talking. We sat down and thumbed threw something I don’t even remember, and talked about books we liked. We were flirting like crazy, but then I had to leave, but I don’t remember what for. Then I was an actor in a program. I had a small part and did half of it and went back stage. For some reason I wanted to talk to someone in the audience. The place where the program was was like an arena of some sort. It was large and I had to go down steps to Talk to someone. I ended up not doing the rest of my part and a girl I hated did it for me. I left from there. I was walking out of the place, and threw one of those exit things that click and spin when you walk into it as you leave. And was in a parking garage, I was looking for my car but there weren’t any cars. Just mattresses in rows, bags and people next to them, mostly black. All I could say was, “wow that’s a big bag.” It was like a huge camp out or something. I started looking for my mattress couldn’t find it so I went to the elevator in the parking garage. Told the old man who was apparently operating it to take to the third floor but he said no because there was a bomb up there, so he took me down a level to the library. I saw the librarian again; we talked awhile, but then asked me how I got down there because they were supposed to be closed. I told her how and she told me that people where probably on there way to arrest/kill me and the old man was setting me up. At that moment several men where coming from all the exits and entrances but somehow we fought threw and ended up at her house, which was on a broken dock on a lake. We were swimming around a part of the dock that was halfway underwater, I was sitting on the part that wasn’t and she randomly started kissing my shoulder, then my neck and she stopped. I mentioned several times that I’d like to return the favor but she didn’t seem to want me to. Then my friend showed up, told me they were dating, but she had no idea what we were just doing. Me and my friend hugged goodbye and I told her I missed her because she had just moved. I and the girl went inside and she showed me some books and then I left. Yeah that was long and sounded strange once I typed it But I’m totally being serious. Is this just a random weird dream and i'm just hoping in means something Or could it actually mean something?

Do you like my story [There is a lot to read]? "Mommy, where am I going?!" One girl cried out. The train station was empty except for a line of children and their parents. Outside the train station, several black cars rested, their windows rolled down and the shiny tips of high powered rifles pointed out. It was November tenth. A day that would go down in infamy, but as for now, history had yet to be made. The focus was on five of the world's most precious children. The focus was on getting them onto the train and out of danger. The five children were being showered in love as the train pulled into station. It was a monstrous thing. It was six cars long, and each side was heavily coated in shining metal. In intervals of two feet along the side, lethal looking metal spikes protruded out. Stationed on the top of the heavily defended train sat two turrets, their operators were covered by a transparent bubble of bullet proof glass. Each child was brought into a warm embrace, everyone single person had fresh tears running down their faces. Outside the heavens seemed to be weeping as well. Heavy drops of rain began to fall. There was a crack of thunder and a brilliant flash of lightening that lit up the dank station. "Mommy, daddy, I love you," One by one the children were pushed away. Their parents weeping lightly as the most important things in their lives were turned from them by a blond woman in a conductor outfit. She looked at each sobbing parent with kind blue eyes, and it seemed to comfort them as she pulled them toward the smoking train doors. "Alessandra, go with the nice lady, we'll see you soon," One girl's mother croaked out before breaking out into more sobs. "Mommy I don't want to go, I'm strong, I can stay and help," a small blond girl belted out, her fragile hands were placed on her hips. Another strong boom of thunder signaled the start of a down pour. Streaks of water rushed down the many tinted station windows. "No, honey, you have to go" Her mother responded. Finally, the blond conductor approached, and placed one hand firmly on the girl's shoulder. The girl whipped around and knocked her hand away before gripping tightly onto her mother, tears were running down her face. At this point, her mother fell down, the sorrow of it all was too much. The rest of the children had already boarded, their faces were all pushed up against the windows of their separate cars. Their eyes watching, their hands waving, and their mouths forming words. The conductor moved forward, the young girl screamed, her eyes were wide with a primal fear. And for a second the conductor stopped, and the two stared at each other. The conductor had stopped half reach, and the girl had now stopped screaming. Something had clicked. Maybe it had been meeting of their eyes. Or perhaps it had been the swirling of blue and red within the girl's eyes that had stopped the conductor. But for what seemed like an eternity the two sat staring at one and other. Suddenly, the small girl moved forward. "I love you mommy," she whispered, before taking the conductors hand. "I realized that in order to save you, I have to go" Those were the last words her mother would hear from her eleven year old daughter for two years. Leaving the grieving parents behind, the train gave a wailing cry and the doors shut. The conductor watched the parents reach out, and she realized how important the cargo was now. Outside the rain continued to get heavier, and the black cars rolled their windows up and sped away, leaving the station behind. Hope would soon come in the form of five children. The fate of the world sat in their delicate hands. How do you like my story so far? I know I'm not that good, but I'd like some feedback on how I can get better :]. Thank youuu,

( o _ 0 ) Abominable Snowmen: The War on Lawn Decorations? Your thoughts? By SARA SCHAEFER MUÑOZ December 20, 2007; Page D1 Jim McDilda's holiday display last year included a 28-foot lighted arch, a 50-foot tree, 50,000 lights and dozens of animated silhouettes. The spectacle -- he needed a crane to set it all up -- lit up the sky and drew thousands of gawking visitors to his Redding, Calif., house. This 28-foot lighted arch was a part of Jim McDilda's holiday display last year. But nearby neighbors weren't so thrilled. Cars, limos and tour buses clogged the cul-de-sac, and trash was strewn across lawns. Christmas music blasting from Mr. McDilda's display kept neighbors awake. They complained to the city, which required that Mr. McDilda get a special-events permit and demanded that he remove the nearby cargo containers he used to store the display most of the year. After months of sniping between Mr. McDilda and the city, he decided to throw in the towel. This year, his house is unadorned. Look out, Santa: There's a backlash brewing against over-the-top holiday displays. With community associations ramping up holiday decorating contests (some in the hopes of attracting potential home buyers) and manufacturers pitching an increasing variety of yard decor -- think 8-foot inflatable snowmen -- some homeowners and cities have had enough. Disgruntled neighbors complain of everything from traffic to wasted electricity. In places like Redding and Aurora, Ill., people called for the city to crack down on loud music or decorations that linger after holidays. Police in some areas of the country even report that the growing number of blow-up Santas adorning people's yards are targets for stabbing and other forms of violent deflation.