Not so long ago my girls started using my computer to snag Free Samples for themselves. I didn't think a lot of at first, but then, the stuff started pouring in. I have to admit, I did make use of my share of the loot- free laundry soap,samples of pet foods (goodness knows we have too many of them-pets, that is),free this, free that. It got so that I felt sorry for our mail lady- every day she had to stuff our mailbox full of goodies for us. Some days there was barely room for our real mail. I don't remember anymore what sites the girls went to to get their Free Samples by Mail but I came across one today that strikes me as sort of unique. It's called FreeCatcher.com and many of the offers are completely free. For example, for the whole month of November, on Friday mornings, Burger King is giving away a free 12 oz. cup of Seattle's Best Coffee during breakfast hours. Other offers involve a little bit of "work" on your part, but are basically very simple. This site offers such things as free apparel, free automotive items, Free Movies Online, free food,computers, and the list goes on- all there for you to take advantage of.
As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or
friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Kentucky back country.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and
saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.
I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I
didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played
like I've never played before for this homeless man. And as I played 'Amazing Grace,'
the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together.
When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for
Apparently, I'm still lost.......
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The idea of my parents becoming old and needing care was something I knew I would have to think about eventually. But, I really don't think I ever actually expected "eventually" to arrive. And now it's here. The whole notion is something of a shock. It's not that I don't want to care for my parents, it's more like I don't want them to be at the point where they need me to. It's that I'm not ready to give up the, albeit unrealistic, notion that my parents are exempt from aging, and from someday dying. I might be in my fifties, but am I ready for the role reversal that is taking place?
In spite of all my trepidations, I know there are things I must face and prepare for where my parents and their care are concerned.
Having worked with elderly people, I know how very much they hate to give up their independence. So, this is an area that I want to focus on when it comes to providing care for my parents. I want them to stay as independent as they can for as long as they can. And, independence, in a large sense, means making sure that they can get around by themselves as much as possible.
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From a teacher in the Nashville area:
The most eye-opening civics lesson I ever had was while teaching third grade this year...
The presidential election was heating up and some of the children showed an interest. I decided we would have an election for a class president.
We would choose our nominees.. They would make a campaign speech and the class would vote.
To simplify the process, candidates were nominated by other class members.
We discussed what kinds of characteristics these students should have.
We got many nominations and from those, Jamie and Olivia were picked to run for the top spot..
The class had done a great job in their selections. Both candidates were good kids.
I thought Jamie might have an advantage because he got lots of parental support. I had never seen Olivia's mother.
The day arrived when they were to make their speeches. Jamie went first. He had specific ideas about how to make our class a better place. He ended by promising to do his very best.
Everyone applauded and he sat down.
Now is was Olivia's turn to speak.
Her speech was concise. She said, "If you will vote for me, I will give you ice cream." She sat down.
The class went wild. "Yes! Yes! We want ice cream." She surely would say more. She did not have to.
A discussion followed. How did she plan to pay for the ice cream? She wasn't sure. Would her parents buy it or would the class pay for it... She didn't know. The class really didn't care. All they were thinking about was ice cream...
Jamie was forgotten.. Olivia won by a landslide.
Every time Barack Obama opened his mouth he offered ice cream and 52 percent of the people reacted like nine year olds. They want ice cream.
The other 48 percent know they're going to have to feed the cow and clean up the mess."
This is the ice cream Obama promised us!