Enough! How To Take America Back Through Our Children

Posted September 20, 2007 by pamelakay
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America The Beautiful

by Pamela Kay

What has happened to America? Where are the people who once valued freedom, decency and respectfulness? Why have our values been turned upside down and our vision so distorted, that we no longer see a line between right and wrong, sensible and stupid, funny and vulgar? Why have the lines been smudged or erased!

Language in this country is horrendous. Four letter words are used as punctuation. No one seems able to express them self with out using expletives that make my skin crawl. Take “brown nosing” for an example. Most probable do not know what it really refers to, they only know it means to curry favor. However, if you look at what it actually means and get a mental picture of it, it is repulsive.

Even those who have great, working vocabularies use this language. I believe it is an effort to fit in. This desire seems to drive our country. Being accepted is important to me too, but on my terms, not those of others. I say what is acceptable to me, not the one with the most personal power. These people are usually bullies and I will not be bullied into relinquishing my ideals to gain favor with them, in hopes that they will do me no harm.

That is how they gained their personal power in the first place. Well, most of them anyway. Those with the vile vicious wagging tongues that spread their venom about those who do not bow down to them. I see it in action everyday at work. Really nice people being forced out because they will not conform to the vulgarity that reigns. I say enough is enough!

Another thing that I do not understand is why our troops are bashed in the media when it is the policies of the country that may be at fault. Calling a national hero who put his very life on the line for all of us is an unthinkable act. And by a well-educated and wealthy woman who wields a lot of power. But again the line is blurred and Hillary Clinton stepped over it. What could she hope to gain from bashing General Petraeus? More power! She has not learned what enough is.

Modesty has all but disappeared in America, and nudity reigns supreme. The more you can show, the better. Hemlines have crept up as necklines have plunged. There is no longer anything left to a man’s imagination, so he searches in the day cares for something to tantalize him. He is searching for purity, which he is hard-pressed find in today’s modern woman. There are those who dress in a modest way, but they are few and far between.

If anatomy that was once required to be covered is not actually showing, it is covered so tightly it might as well be showing. Or it is so decorated that attention is drawn to it. Do women think this is the only way to catch a man’s eye? What about smiles, personality, values, faithfulness and intelligence?

Upside down is our dress code of today. Clothing that is “in style” must be either too small or too big. I am so tired of looking at ugly butts, boobs and bellies that I could scream!! I don’t even want to see the pretty ones. With people like Britney Spears and Paris Hilton setting our standard for the youth, I see no hope of it getting better. But I have had enough!

Children once were taught to show respect to their elders, their country, their flag and their president. But no more! Respect is passé, out the door, out of style, old fashioned and very much dead in America. Why? How did we move from there to here? How did our values change so quickly? The answer is television. And I have had enough of that too!

Television started out to be a good thing as did the splitting of the atom, which held hope of making deserts bloom, and feeding the masses. But, it went wrong when programmers realized there was more money to be made in shock than in educational, in sleazy than in nice, in shocking accusations than in truth and in x-rated than in family oriented.

So I ask you, where are the decent, law abiding, God-fearing people who will take America back? Will we sit on our hands or wring them until it is too late to redeem us? Do you think you can’t make a difference by yourself? You can make a difference and you can motivate others to join with you in fighting back against the ruination of our great country. Have you had enough? I have and I am fighting back!

What can you do? Vote! Encourage others to vote. Know the candidates and what they stand for, what they have voted for in the past. How they live their lives. It takes time to do these things, but isn’t the goal worth it? You can write letters of protest to senators and congressional representatives, to sponsors of bad television programs, to your council members, your mayor. Tell them what you think and what you want.

Get to know your own children better; they are the future of this country. And just as it did not take only one day for us to fall so far, it will take more than a day to right ourselves.. Know who your children’s friends are and what their family ideals are. Get to know the parents and see it they have the same moral values as you. Talk to your children; give them examples of how wrong behavior hurts them and others. Show them by the example of your living how to live in a decent way.

Find a way to take them to see other children in hospitals because of bad choices. Same thing with children that are incarcerated. Let them see what can happen to them. Encourage them to read about good role models. In addition, be one yourself.

Know their teachers and what their curriculum is at school. Don’t just assume they are being taught what they need to know. Teachers have agendas just as everyone else does. Are they putting their personal spin on things and leading your child off the right path? Find out by becoming involved.

If you find the schools approved curriculum not to your liking, try to change it. Go before the school board; rally other parents with your views. If this fails, consider taking your child out of public schools and placing them in a private one. Or try home schooling. Think you can’t afford it? Think again.

That second job in the household, which gives you a better standard of living, could be costing you dearly in the end. The best standard of living you can give to your children is a good right thinking education. They are your most important and valuable asset. They should be at the top of all agendas and priorities. What good are all the possessions in the world if your child is in prison, on drugs or lying mangled in a hospital bed?

When it comes to television as entertainment, limit the amount of time spent in front of the boob tube. It has been called that for a reason! Turn off the bad shows on TV and allow your children to watch only acceptable programming. Watch television with them.

Get outside with your children, no matter what their age is. Play basketball with them or run, swim, exercise, jump rope, or just take a walk with them. Teach them about the world and about history. Get involved with them in all ways. Yes, they may moan at first about spending time with you, but the average child of today really wants the approval and acceptance of their parents more that you might think.

If we, as concerned citizens of America, do not move now to change things for the better, they will only continue to change for the worse. Raise your voice and help restore the values and principles this great country was founded on. The danger of our country falling to a terrorist attack is great. But so is the danger of falling from within as ancient Rome did because of moral decay. I’ve had more than enough of politicians and organizations like the AFLCIO telling me how to live and cramming political correctness down my throat.

I already know what is correct and acceptable behavior at all times. I was taught in a time before Washington started pandering to special interest groups, before criminals had more rights than law-abiding citizens, when guarding our borders and obeying our laws meant something and when we as parents had a say in the raising of our children and what they were to be taught. Do you know what is right and just? Then let your voice ring out loud and shout from the rooftops that you have had enough!

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Jillian Danielle Pasley and Roland Andrew Jeffords became one today

Posted September 15, 2007 by pamelakay
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Jillian Danielle Pasley and Roland Andrew Jefford became one today.

I have just returned from the wedding. It was a lovely affair. The women looked like a garden of flowers, and the men were all so handsomely dressed. The bride was stunning: a vision of white, except for the warm brown of her smiling, dancing eyes. The flowers were fresh and dewy and the food was delicious. The cake brought chuckles, as the groom atop it was drug off by the bride. Overall, it was a wonderful wedding.

However, there was one other thing the eyes of this grandmother saw that made the day so very, very special. It was the way that Andrew looked at Jillian. The pride, the joy, and the love were written all over his face. It showed in how he took her hand and held it tenderly. His thumb gently rubbing her hand in a silent but loudly spoken, “I love you, I cherish you, you make me complete, I am overjoyed that you love me too.”

They were lost to the guest and the rest of the world as they stood and faced each other on this, their special day of becoming one. This is as it should be. Nothing save God in heaven should have been more important to them, and it was not. The baby chattering in the back row was unnoticed, the warm glow of the flickering candles was unseen, the coolness of the sanctuary was unfelt, the murmurings of the guests were unheard, and the fragrance of the flowers was not smelled. Only the silent message sent by their eyes and their joined hands was acknowledged: I love you forever.

How wonderful is the peace of mind this little insight has brought to me. They are so young, and have so many roads ahead of them. Roads that sometimes take a twisted route of trouble or a detour of pain. Somehow, I believe these two, who are now one, will make it just fine. They will pull together through the rough times and laugh together in the good times. And this is what makes a good marriage in the end, doing it all together and never losing sight of the one you love most.

So, I am happy tonight. I have much to be thankful for, even though one son is far away in Iraq. I am blessed to have a healthy, loving family, however scattered out we may be. No matter that more often than not we disagree on some things. We always agree to love one another, to forgive one another and never turn our back on one another.

I am blessed that I have a job I am able to do (even though I often complain about it). Blessed to have my Mother, who is 81, with me and that she is more able than me at times to get the job done that needs doing. Blessed to live in America, even with all of its dissention and bickering. Blessed to be able to sit back and see things that others sometime miss, like the way that Andrew looked at my precious Jillian today.

Today was a good day, a very good day indeed.

Read the poem I wrote for them at http://www.helium.com/tm/604150/sounds-lives-meshingdawn-whispering

 

 

911– I Remember, I Will Not Forget

Posted September 11, 2007 by pamelakay
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September 11, 2001 dawned as any other day. The sun came up as it always did, right on time. I left my job as always at 7am, and headed for home. I unwound a little by eating breakfast as I watched the news. No warning was given, because no one knew. I lay down to peaceful sleep, tired from the labor of the night before.

As I lay down to sleep, the events that culminated in the horror of the WTC had already begun. Terrorist were already aboard their flights. NORAD was in the middle of running a program called Vigilant or Global Guardian, which simulated a hijacking. President Bush was in route to a school to speak to elementary students. Donald Rumsfeld was hosting a breakfast. And millions of Americans were going about their lives, unaware of the plot that was happening overhead in the skies of their homeland.

As I fall deeper into my sleep, one plane is already hijacked by the terrorist and is reported by a flight attendant. At first, she is not believed, but then the airline officials decide to keep it to themselves instead of reporting it to the government. How terrified the people must have been as I slept on.

At 8:46 am, as I traipse through pleasant dreams, flight 11 slams into the north tower. It is a chilling thing to think about but at the exact same time, the plane hit the tower, fighter jets were ordered to scramble and find flight 11. But, it was already too late. And I turned over in my sleep and found a comfortable position, without a clue that my life had been changed forever.

I am not the only one who does not know what has happened. Our president is told only that a small plane has struck the north tower. It is believed to be nothing more than an accident. At this time, he is blissfully unaware that his country is under attack by terrorist. He sits in front of small children and listens as they read their lesson to him.

At 9:00 am, my highly agitated daughter wakes me. “Momma,” she says, “I know you need your sleep, but I thought you would want to see what has happened in New York. A plane has flown into the world Trade Center. It’s awful,”

I am visiting at her house for a week, so we can spend some time together. I am sleeping on her sofa. I turn over and through bleary eyes; I look at the TV across the room. The reporters are talking about the tower that is now in flames. Then I see a plane fly into the other tower. I am confused at first, I think it is a replay, but the reporters are saying something about another plane and the south tower. They too are highly agitated.

Then it hits me like icy water, it was not an accident, it was on purpose and both towers have been hit. I sit up and look at the instant replay, but I cannot believe what my eyes are seeing. I grow cold and my hands start to tremble. A thousand one word questions race through my mind. Why? How? Why? Who? Why? Why? Why?

I realize I am holding my breath, my chest hurts and my hands are covering my face. I look at the TV through trembling fingers. I brush a lock of hair that is not out of place, back into place. I adjust my position and pull the quilt around me but it offers no comfort. My great-great-grandmother made it, it should be comforting to me now, but it is not. There is nothing that can comfort me now, not even my God, for I cannot even pray. How can I pray when I cannot think? How can I form lucid thoughts when my mind is telling that what my eyes have been seeing cannot be true? I can’t accept it; I do not want to accept it. But this horror as real.

My mind is filled with brief glimpses, manufactured by an out of order brain, of what it must have been like for those in the towers. The shock, the fear, the disbelief, the urge to run when there was no time or place to run. My body still trembles but now I am visibly shaking all over. My daughter is concerned for me. She is young and does not understand that America must be under attack. It is only with great effort that I myself come to this conclusion. Then the human need to survive takes over and I ask for a hot cup of coffee.

My daughter turns off the air conditioner, in hopes of warming me up. Slowly the color returns to my face, but my eyes still do not cry. I need to go to the bathroom, but do not want to leave the TV. I am waiting for what comes next. The news is talking about President Bush being told. I do not know if it was then I saw it on TV or later in the day.

An agent comes in and whispers the news into his ear that another plane has crashed into the south tower. His face blanches slightly. He now knows what I know, that it was not an accident, but that we are under attack.

Bush makes a speech from the school and tells America that we are under attack. I already knew this. But shortly after this, the next thing I had been waiting for occurred. Flight 77 flew into the Pentagon. I knew it was coming, but it was still a shock. It is then reported that another plane is hijacked and is on its way to Washington D.C. My heart nearly stops beating when I hear this. The coldness starts to return.

It grips me hard as I see, on TV, one of the towers start to collapse. It falls as if it is made of tinker toys. Dust and smoke billowing out around it. Again, I cannot breathe and cannot believe what my eyes are seeing. “Oh, God!” I cry out, and my daughter comes running in from the kitchen to see what is wrong. She watches the instant replay of the tower go down. I do not dwell on this for long because soon after this we learn that another plane has crashed in Pennsylvania.

I watch for an hour or two more. All of this has happened in just about one and half hours. It has been exhausting for me to watch. My body has run a gauntlet of all emotions known to mankind. I have still not cried but the tears will come. I go to the computer and sit there trying to gather some thoughts to add to my diary. Over the top of it, I keep a close eye on the TV. This is my diary entry for September 11, 2001:

Sept. 11, 2001 1:10 PM

Oh my God! Oh my God! I am in a state of shock. What could not happen, what should not happen—has happened. Today! I saw it happen on the TV. My eyes saw it but my mind keeps trying to spit it out. It can’t be. It is a nightmare from which I can’t awake. My hands are trembling, my heart is racing, my skin is cold. The whole world must be watching as we, the mighty are slain. No, no not slain, only wounded. But wounded so badly. Why? Why? Why? Have we not been there for the world in their hour of need? Who is there that we have not helped? How can anyone hate us so? I can’t get my head to work, to think. I have never known this feeling before, surprise, shock, horror, revulsion, pain, disbelief, helplessness, even fear. All at once and together, they hit me. Like a child in the midst of laughter suddenly slapped by a parent, they love, for no reason. Each thought comes back to “Why?”

My head keeps playing it over and over. The plane flying into the tower, the plane flying into the tower, the plane flying into the tower. It will not stop, I don’t need to look at the TV to see, it is etched in my soul forever. Burned into my vision. No way to look around it.

I can’t even pray. I can’t hold to a thought long enough. The picture keeps intruding. How can there be such hate? What kind of heart can harbor such? Did anyone look up from their desk and see it coming? Oh what utter confusion, what sheer disbelief. Do their mothers even know yet? That their child is gone in a blazing inferno?

I must be in shock. I know this because my eyes are dry but my heart is weeping. The very soul, which is me, is screaming and weeping in pain. I can’t write anymore now, the TV keeps calling to me. Is there more to come?

Surely no more. I am afraid. Some part of me has died, or is lost. I will never be the same again. We will never be the same again. Life as we knew it ended today.

Sept. 11, 2001 9 PM

I have not slept today. The picture keeps playing over and over. All of those people…gone. So many lives lost, so much of innocence lost…gone forever. I called in to see if we were working tonight. We are! But I do not understand why everyone is not at a standstill, with this great grief I feel inside of me. Maybe they handle it in another way, by keeping busy maybe. I will have to try. But I know I will only be a shell of myself, going through the motions. It is good that there will be someone telling me what to do, as I am unable to move myself. How much of this day will I actually remember once my mind starts to really function again? When I am in control. LOL that is quaint, when was I ever in control? Guess I should say when I again can pretend I am in control. I feel so very, very small now. Like a tiny little flower lying on the floor of some massive primordial jungle. Of no consequence at all.

Hope does still live in me. I just had a wonderful thought. God can see me. I have left Him out of this today. Was I afraid to ask why He allowed it to happen? Yes, I think so. I will leave that for another day, and just cling to Him and hope, that He alone can offer. I see so many on TV that are running to help, in any way they can. Trying to console those who will never kiss the sweet cheeks of their child again, or embrace their chosen partners that they vowed to love until death do us part. Death has parted them now in a horrible way. All of those lives, gone in just the blink of an eye. They will not be forgotten. The remembering of them will cause a great anger to grow in our hearts, that someone for their own gain could willfully inflict so much pain.

Sept 12, 2001 8:10 AM

I am home from work now. I must be on automatic, because I still can not think about what I am doing. Too much turmoil in my heart and mind. My head hurts and heart hurts and I just don’t understand anything anymore. How can one instant in time change so much, so fast?

If I could just get by that mental image of the plane as it flew in the WTC, then maybe I could go on and get back to as close to normal as I will ever be again. But it is there even when I close my eyes. It will not go away. It hurts so very bad, but there is no escaping it. I ask Jesus to remove it, but He must think it needful for me because it is still there. I trust Him, but it just hurts so badly. How many pieces can a heart break into? How long does it take for it to be totally broken to the point where it no longer feels the cracking and tearing apart? I do not know, but guess I will find out now. I am still at Jarie’s house. I am treated as royalty here. Ask to do nothing but to love. I wish though that the construction was complete and I was in my own cozy little home, where everything is so familiar. Then I could sit at my desk with the door open and watch the dawn come stealing over the hill outside and through the ivy laden oak trees that have been there forever.

My chest hurts, just a tight bundle of pain that has such a great weight. There must be a lesson somewhere in this for me. Or Jesus would not let it continue. But what?!? It is there, somewhere in the mishmash of my brain, but I couldn’t find my own nose right now, let alone anything in that tangled jungle of my mind. There is no order, no sense to me at all. It will come back, if I just give it time. Or am I losing my mind now? If so, I almost welcome it, because what is worse that being locked in here with all of this pain caused by the image of the plane flying into the tower, over and over again? Oh, sweet Jesus help me please.

Illegal Immigration

Posted September 6, 2007 by pamelakay
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Today I have chosen to write about something that seems to be vanishing: common sense. Our government’s response to border problems with Mexico is another area that totally lacks any common sense. The illegal drug dealer who was shot by border patrols is a prime example. An idiot could see he was guilty of number one, transporting illegal drugs and two, of being in the country illegally. So pray tell, why it is the border patrol officers who are the ones now sitting in prison. If the law says it is wrong to sell illegal drugs and wrong to come into this country illegally then why is it not upheld?

 Maybe the patrol did break some law, but so did the illegal. Why punish one and let the other one go free? Especially since, he is the most dangerous. Who decides for us which laws we will enforce and when, and which we will just let slide? What good is a border patrol that is only allowed to watch and count the illegals coming across the border? So they can tell us we have a lot? WE KNOW THIS ALREADY!

This has nothing to do with having compassion for someone. It has to do with laws that were put in place for a reason, that are not being upheld. Why would the illegals even want to come into a country where you cannot depend on the laws? I know our court system is the best there is, but this does not excuse some of its failings. Why do they come here and then immediately start to complain and protest our laws and way of life? If you do not like us or how we do things, then stay home in your own country.

 What has happened to this country? Where are the people who can make sound, reasonable and just decisions? How did we get to this place where there is no longer any clear line drawn between right and wrong? Black or white? What kind of message does amnesty send to everyone? Can no one see how this open border hurts? Crime is on the rise. There are overcrowded hospitals and schools. Our children do not get a proper education or health care because we are spreading it thin to help those that are not being helped by their own homeland. This is nuts!!!

I understand why the illegals want to have a chance for a better life. It is hard for anyone to look and see their child in need. However, there is a right way to go about it. You cannot steal from another to provide for your own. If this is allowed to happen, we will return to the dark ages. To a time of “might wins”.Not only do I understand their plight and what they want, I do not object to them coming here to live and to work, if………! If they do it legally, and pay taxes, stay off welfare unless they are becoming a citizen, learn our language and quit protesting our laws to control our own borders!Once here, legally, they should help others to assimilate into our culture and to learn the language and basic laws of our country and about sanitation issues. Where I work you can always tell when we have new employees from another country. There is used toilet paper thrown in the floor. Very nasty habit, but I even understand this, after talking to one of them who told me in broken English, that where she came from there was no flushable toilet, no toilet paper, and no indoor plumbing. She thought that flushing the paper would stop up the toilet. Someone should have told her way before this point as she said she had been here for two months.God does recognize borders. Just look at His chosen people in Israel. He does love the illegals as He loves us and He wants us to love all of our brothers and sisters. He also wants us to help others and to not put ourselves above anyone else. However, He also said to obey man-made laws as long as they did not counter one of His.

When and an alien enters this country illegally, that is one offense. The next offense is when he/she obtains false documents to use for driving or employment. The next is when they enroll their children in public schools and when they go on welfare to obtain medical benefits to which they are not entitled. I work with some who earn as much as I do, but who do not take advantage of the company insurance plan (which is really good) because they can get free medical by telling a few lies. I do think that God frowns on these things, because they are all lies.

I believe that once a person has broken this many laws, it no longer matters to them what is just or right. All that matters to them is what they want and how they can get it for the least cost. They are guilty of putting themselves before and above all others. This is a no-no with God.

So how do we correct the problem of illegal aliens in our country? We start today to enforce our laws. We create a better plan for legal immigration, and we stop trying to make U.S. citizens change to accommodate those who wish to come here to live and work.

If we decided to go and live in Iraq, the government there would not make the Iraqis learn to speak our language. The teachers would not be forced to learn English to accommodate the new students. It would be our responsibility to learn the language of the host country.

As I said at the beginning of this post, there is no common sense used in this country anymore. However, it is still my country and I do not like what I see happening to it. Therefore I am speaking out.

Well this is starting to lean toward book length so I had best close for now. I would like to hear any comments on this subject. Pro or con.

Stones

Posted September 5, 2007 by pamelakay
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Lately, I have given a lot of thought to stones. Whether it was one I really wanted to throw at someone or one I used in a flower bed or one I imitated for a while for one reason or another (as in stone deaf when I didn’t want to listen to someone or rolling stone when I was never still for long).

At http://www.helium.com/tm/338970/filling-emptyi-became-tangled I wrote a testimony about when I was saved and I likened my lost, empty heart to a spider’s web that a child had thrown a stone through. I have written a poem at http://www.helium.com/tm/364171/stonesi-think-regret-wondering about the stones we do or do not turn over in our lives. Missing much maybe, but also finding that our life is not measured by the stones we looked under. Rather by what we did with those things, we did fine.

Stones can build a protective barrier around us, protecting us and what we have from vandalism. Creating a haven from the world to retreat to when you have had all of the un-common sense you can stand for a day. The meanness and pettiness of life that some seem to thrive on. It can act as a barrier to the harsh sounds of life too. Car horns blowing and tires screeching, trains screaming as their crossing signs clang out a warning. All of these can take a toll and it is nice to have a wall to step behind to take a break from it all for a while.

However, there are other walls of stone we can build that are not good for us. We can get so frustrated with life at times that we wish to close ourselves off completely. We come out only when it is necessary. Yes, this does shield us from the push and shove of life, but it also separates us from all people. Not only the bad, but the good too. We cannot live a healthy life separated totally from others. We were not designed to live a solitary existence. And this is what it would be, an existence only.

As to the stones, we sometimes wish to throw at others, it is better to remember the old saying about living in glass houses. And too the words of Jesus about him who is without sin casting the first stone. Not of us are perfect, though we all know some who think they are. The thing is this: We all want to be forgiven our mistakes, so we must also forgive others. What is fair for one is also fair for all. If we are stone throwers, we are in effect telling others it is okay to throw stones at us. Better to find another way of dealing with those who so upset us.

To my way of thinking, the best stone is a standing stone. One that symbolizes strength, and real importance to life. Such as a corner stone. Another way of saying it would be rock solid. Jesus is referred to as a rock. Meaning He is unchangeable, unshakable and unmovable. All through history, people have been standing stones up to memorialize something important. Stonehenge is an example. We may not know exactly what they were for, but it must have been very important to someone for them to exert so much time and energy to the cutting, moving and erecting of them.

Each of our lives are a standing stone. Our life and how we live it, shows what we stand for. Too often, we choose the easy path in life. But that is all it is: easy. The road less traveled is usually a harder path but at the end, is a greater reward. There is great merit and a lot of satisfaction in knowing you have done the right thing, regardless of what it cost you or how hard it was to accomplish. Which, of these two, do you think would bring the most satisfaction to your life: walking a mile to a water source when your are thirsty or walking a mile to a water source when you are thirsty, while carrying a thirsty crippled man?

So the next time you feel the urge to throw a stone at someone, stop yourself and look at the stone you hold. Think of all the other ways it can be used. Then build a wall with it or a flowerbed or plant that stone on a hill and say to yourself and the world, today I conquered anger and today I learned forgiveness.

Sheep, Wolves and Sheepdogs

Posted September 4, 2007 by pamelakay
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I have calmed down about starting this blog and have decided that this should be interesting if nothing else. My mind is so full of things that touch my life everyday. One at the forefront is an email that was forwarded to me by my son. He is in the Army (has been for over half of his life) and is now in Iraq on his second tour there.

He is a big reader, as am I, or as I like to think I am. Anyway, the email was written in response to a student who did not think the University of Washington should have a memorial to honor a person who killed other people. The person in question here was a UW graduate “Pappy” Boyington who was a U>S> Marine aviator, who earned the Medal of Honor in WWII. This is the email he sent to her. (I have not included the names)

“I read of you ‘student activity’ regarding the proposed memorial to Col. Greg Boyington, USMC and a Medal of Honor winner. I suspect you will receive a bellyful of angry emails from conservative folks like me. You may be too young to appreciate fully the sacrifices of generations of servicemen and servicewomen on whose shoulders you and your fellow students stand. I forgive you for the untutored ways of youth and your naiveté.

It may be that you are, simply, a sheep. There’s no dishonor in being a sheep – – as long as you know and accept what you are. Please take a couple of minutes to read the following. And be grateful for the thousands – – millions – – of American sheepdogs who permit you the freedom to express even bad ideas.”

The following that he asked her to read was an article entitled ON SHEEP WOLVES AND SHEEPDOGS by LTC. (Ret) Dave Grossman, Ranger, PHD and author of ON KILLING.

I found this article online and read it. It made sense to me. The gist of it is this: We are one of three things, sheep, wolves, or sheepdogs. Sheep are the mass majority of people living today. Those who want to lead a nice quite peaceful life and not hurt anyone. Wolves are the killers of innocent sheep (murders, robbers, despot rulers, etc.). And the sheepdogs are the ones who protect the sheep (police, military etc.)

The sheep hate the thought of killing and of violence. They hate it so bad at times that they are in denial of it happening. They are afraid of the wolves. They are even afraid of the sheepdogs, because sometimes the sheepdogs have to resort to violence and killing to protect the sheep. They do not stop to think where they would be if there were no sheepdogs. And they wish they were not there at all. That is until they need them.

For an example, he talked about Columbine and what happened there. How many parents would have been okay with the school placing armed guards in the school? Almost none! But had there been armed and trained guards present the horror might never have happened. When the swat teams went in to Columbine they reported that they had to almost pee; the terrified children off themselves. And at that moment, the sheep did love the sheepdog.

My thoughts on this are: You cannot have it both ways. The sheepdogs cannot be there when we need them and just disappear when we don’t. That is not how it works. It takes hours and hours and sometimes years to be trained to do their jobs. It takes alertness and preparedness at all times to be an efficient sheepdog. This takes sacrifice that most of us have no understanding or appreciation of. If not prepared at all times how would they know when they would be needed? How would they get the job done?

So, I think that America should wake up. True it is that some of the wars we have fought were wrong. We have been lied to about the reasons of going to war. But this I not the sheepdogs fault. You don’t take away his food dish. You don’t try to make him feel shame for doing what he had sworn to do and what he did with honor. You go after the one who is at fault. I leave it to you to decide who that is and what you as a voter can do about it.

But as to the sheepdogs, let us not pay them tribute with only bones. But with all means at our disposal, let us honor the sacrifices they make daily so we may graze in peace.

Being presumptuous, and making a difference.

Posted September 3, 2007 by pamelakay
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I wondered if this might be a bit presumptuous of me to start a blog. I mean what would make me think that anything I might have to say would be of any interest to others. I do not know the answer to this. What I do know is that this world is off kilter and sitting and doing nothing, I will not help.

Many think that they alone cannot make a difference. However, I beg to differ with them. History is overflowing with examples of how one person made a difference. Look at Jesus, and what a change He made. It does not matter if you believe in Him or not, you have to admit that He altered the world we live in.

I chose the title Woman at the Well because of another who made a difference. The woman at the well in Samaria. The story can be found in John 4:4-42. She had a great influence on her whole town. This is who I wish to be like. I am like her in many ways. I too have been married five times. I too believed in the scriptures when I finally met Jesus. And I too want to tell everyone about Him.

But getting back to the main topic here, you can make a difference if you are consistent in your life. That is to say, if your actions and words match and do not change day to day. You make a difference by “setting an example.” We all have opinions and beliefs, but they are pretty much useless if we do not act on them. “How do we act on them?” you may ask, well there are endless ways.

I believe it wrong to gossip, so I refuse to do it and I also refuse to listen to it.(However in all honesty, I often fail at this and am working hard on it now) I believe crude humor and jokes are un-Christ-like, so when someone tells an ugly joke, even if I am in a group, I do not laugh, I do not smile. I do not make a scene, look horrified, or tell them that it is wrong to do this. I just do nothing. This is not a passive thing. It is active in as much as I refuse to do that which is expected of me. My actions do not condemn them, only what they have done. I do not try to force my way on anyone, but neither will I have the ways of others forced on me, not even to fit in.

It is each of us, either bending to peer pressure or resisting it, that set the standard for what is socially correct behavior. In our quest to be loved, liked, accepted and admired, we tend to go along with the crowd, trying to fit in with people who hold tremendously different goals and ideals. Even when what the crowd is doing makes us uncomfortable. After a while, we become desensitized to things that we once might have recoiled from in horror. We become a shell of who we really are, filled with the essence of others. And we are adults! Think how hard it is for our children in school.

So, can you make a difference? I say you can, but first you must make up your mind where it is you are going and then stay that path no matter what. Never compromise what you are about because it is unpopular or hard to do. If it is right today, it will be right tomorrow, no matter what else changes.

One more thought; in your lifetime, you may not see the changes you helped make. It is like planting a seed; it does not sprout or grow to maturity over night. But be content in knowing you have done the right thing. You have helped make it easier for the next person who travels that path. In other words, you have made a difference.