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LAMBERT C. NEIL, horse trainer, of Marshall County, was born March 28, 1839, in this county. He was reared by his grandmother and received a limited education. At the age of fifteen he went to Texas and engaged as an overseer of a cotton plantation. In 1859 he went to California, and, after residing there three years, returned with a single companion on pack-horses. In 1862 he went out as an independent soldier in Capt. Carter's company, and later acted under Forrest. While transmitting an order from one fort to another he was captured and taken to Nashville, then to Louisville, and while being transported in a box car to Camp Chase, he cut out two planks and made his escape. In 1867 he married Letitia Talley, and to this union was born one child, Edgar. Mr. Neil is a Democrat and his wife is a member of the Christian Church. He has a good farm of 121 acres, and his principal business since the war has been training horses for the turf. He owns some well bred racers and trains for others on a fine half-mile track on his farm. He has trained of his own a pacing stallion, "Bay Tom" that makes his mile in 2:23; sold him for $1,500. Mr. Nell has also a trotting gelding "Blue Jay" that makes the distance in 2:29¼; sold for $1,430. "Sumicks," trial in 2:32, a bay gelding, "Fred. Neil" makes the mile in 2:29¼. Our subject has also trained for others a bay stallion, "Nettle Keyman," that makes the mile in 2:26½, trial 2:21; sold for $1,500. Mr. Neil has a wide reputation as a horse trainer.
DAVID NIX is one of fourteen children born to the marriage of Robin and Fannie (Arnold) Nix. The father was born in Georgia, and was married to Miss Arnold in Marshall County. He was a Democrat and farmer, and after his wife's death he married Vicey Cheak. He died in 1880, lacking sixteen days of being one hundred years old. David inherits English blood from both parents. He was born in what is now Marshall County, April 20, 1818. He was allowed to have his own way in regard to attending school, and not knowing the value of an education he preferred working in the cotton fields to attending school, consequently, his education is none of the best. He began earning his own living at the age of eighteen. and after working as a farm laborer five years he purchased 100 acres of land largely on credit, which he paid for and increased to 500 acres. In 1843 he wedded Fannie Glenn, by whom he had ten children. Mr. and Mrs. Nix are members of the Christian Church, and in polities he is a Democrat.
WILLIAM H. OGILVIE. Richard Ogilvie, father of William H., was born in North Carolina, and came to Tennessee about 1796, locating in Williamson County, where he farmed and eventually became the owner of 500 acres of land. He married Cynthia M. Wilson, a native of Georgia, and became the father of seven children. Williamson County was almost an unbroken canebrake at the time of his settlement, so that he had great difficulty in clearing his farm. He died in 1822 and the mother resided with her youngest son on the old homestead until her death. William H. Ogilvie was born in Williamson County December 17, 1818, and in his youth attended the old-time subscription schools, his studies extending to geography and grammar. At the age of twenty be married Elizabeth N. Demumbrane, born in Williamson County December 29, 1820. To them were born eight children, only two of whom are living. In 1853 Mrs. Ogilvie died, and the following year he was united in marriage to Mary R. Gentry, also a native of Williamson County, born December 16, 1825. They are the parents of three daughters. Mr. Ogilvie was a Whig until the war. Since that time has been a supporter of Democratic principles. He is a Royal Arch Mason and owns 700 acres of land.
HON. J. L. ORR is the son of John and Emily (Bagley) Orr, both natives of Marshall County (then called Bedford and Lincoln Counties); the former was born in 1811 and the latter in 1813. They were married in 1830 and were the parents of three children -two girls and one boy. The father followed the occupation of a farmer and served as colonel in the State militia. He was a Democrat in politics. His death occurred April, 1849. The mother died January, 1886. Our subject was born November 9. 1836, in Marshall County, and passed his early life in assisting on the farm and in attending the public school. He completed his education in Erskin College, graduating from that institution in August, 1860. January 29, 1874, he wedded Sally S. Williams, and this union resulted in the birth of four children: Julia, Daisy, Sallie and Robert Williams. In 1861 Mr. Orr enlisted in Company A, Fourth Tennessee Cavalry, commanded by Col. Baxter Smith, and was all through the war. He surrendered at Charlotte, N. C., May 4, 1863, and returned home. He held the rank of first lieutenant and was wounded slightly. He was in all the principal engagements of the southwestern army (except Shiloh). He served two terms in the State Legislature and is a Democrat in polities. He is a self-made man, and at one time taught in the common schools and worked for his father-in-law ten years. He is now doing business for himself as merchant and grain dealer, stock raiser, grain farmer, and is doing a successful business.
ROBERT J. ORR is a son of Robert and Leah (Polk) Orr. The father was born in Maryland, May, 1765, was married in 1790 and immigrated to Williamson County, Tenn., 1806. In 1808 he moved to Marshall County, then known as Bedford County. The mother was of English descent and was born in 1768 and died in 1830. The father died January 5, 1855, and was of Irish lineage. The subject of this sketch was born February 11, 1813, at the old homestead. He worked on the farm until the death of his father, after which he worked for himself. He received a rather limited education in the district schools, and September 25, 1849, he was married to Sarah E. Laws. This union has been blessed by the birth of eight children: David L., Leah C., John M. (deceased), Martha M., Catherine O., Alfred D., Nellie M. and Robert J. Mr. Orr served as captain and colonel in the Tennessee militia until the Rebellion, but did not take an active part in the war. He held the office of magistrate for eighteen years to the entire satisfaction of the people. He is a Republican and a member of the Presbyterian Church and is a strong advocate of the cause of temperance. Mrs. Orr is a member of the Methodist Episcopal Church. Her father advocated the cause of the South, serving in the State Legislature before and after the war.
THOMAS A. ORR, farmer, was born February 9, 1827, in Williamson County, Tenn., and is a son of Robert and Mary A. (Cummins) Orr, natives of Williamson County, Tenn. In 1835 they moved to Giles County and five years later to Marshall, and here spent the remainder of their days. They were both members of the Cumberland Presbyterian Church. Our subject was reared on the farm and received a practical education in the common schools. Like a dutiful son he remained at home until he was twenty-two years of age. In 1848 he led to the hymeneal altar Minerva Vincent, a native of Marshall County, born July 17,1830. The fruits of this union were twelve children, eight of whom are living. The eldest son, Joseph C. is a stock trader. The second, Robert A., is a rising young physician of Mooresville; William R., is a practicing physician at home. The rest of the boys are at home farming. Our subject has a fine farm of 500 acres and has been a resident of this county for a period of forty-seven years. Mr. Orr is a Democrat in politics and a member of the Cumberland Presbyterian Church.


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One person was transported to hospital following a two-vehicle accident on the bypass at the North Ellsworth Ave. intersection at 3:28 p.m. Saturday according the Perry Township police....
Man, what is going on with people? This bypass is a crazy zone. The wife and I were coming down the pass yesterday and some young joker in a red pickup in a hurry out and around us and three other cars like we were sitting still. Miscalculated the red light at the light at 9 and all we could do was hold our breath when he tried to gt stoped for the light. This is nuts.
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Aiding States to Stimulate the National Economy
As Congress debates a stimulus to the economy in the wake of the housing bust, many economists are urging federal leaders to make aid to state governments a core part of the package. While direct tax rebates for individuals can help, it will not do much for the economy if states are forced to cut back on critical spending on public works, health care, and education at the same time. As Nobel prize-winning economist Joseph Stiglitz, who was also chair of the President's Council of Economic Advisors in the 1990s, wrote this week in the New York Times:
The federal government should also provide some assistance to states and localities, which are already beginning to feel the pinch, as property values have fallen. Typically, they respond by cutting spending, and this acts as an automatic destabilizer.
What should go into that stimulus package for states? A few key components include spending on repairing our infrastructure, retrofitting buildings for energy savings, and funding SCHIP and Medicaid to cover families facing rising health costs.
See the rest of this article in a recent issue of Stateside Dispatch.
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New Policy to Improve Aviation Safety in Alaska
January 25, 2008, Juneau, Alaska – Governor Sarah Palin today announced details of her administration's comprehensive aviation safety initiative. This multi-departmental effort includes a bill that will establish a new loan program in the Department of Commerce, Community & Economic Development. Under the program, low interest loans will be provided for the purchase and installation of advanced satellite based avionics in aircraft.
Alaska has seven times more licensed pilots than the national average and has the highest aviation accident rate in the nation. One of the leading causes of accidents is bad weather. The avionics and advanced satellite system are aimed directly at preventing that type of accident. Read the rest of this entry
January 22 Panel: Protect the Cook Inlet Beluga Whale
What: Alaska Marine Science Symposium, Beluga Panel Discussion
When: Tuesday, January 22, 7:00–10:00 PM
Where: Hotel Captain Cook (Fore Deck, Lobby Level), Anchorage
This panel discussion will focus on the status of the Cook Inlet Beluga Whale Conservation Plan, its research priorities, current research funded for Cook Inlet Belugas (CIB), and the top research priorities identified by stakeholders. The audience will be given an opportunity to speak and ask questions of the panel. The goal is to provide information on current CIB research and to further define the top tier of research priorities needed to aid in the recovery and conservation of the CIB population. Eight individuals representing scientific expertise and stakeholder concerns will comprise the panel. Read the rest of this entry
New Research on Rural Alaska Economy
A new publication from the University of Alaska Institute for Social and Economic Research (ISER) describes an economy unlike that anyplace else in the United States: the economy of the vast remote region of northern andwestern Alaska. At 395,000 square miles, the remote rural region is large enough to hold Japan, Germany, and Great Britain. Yet only about 60,000 people live there, and most households keep themselves going with a mix of cash, subsistence, sharing, and non-cash trading. That's a world away from the state's urban economy, and under standard measures like income the remote rural economy lags far behind. Read the rest of this entry
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These Parents Death poems are examples of Parents poems about Death. These are the best examples of Parents Death poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
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I'm tired
I'm Physically and Emotionally tired
I don't want to be the strong one anymore
I can't this time
I don't know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here
I can't get back in control of my emotions
I'm having a hard time dealing with your absence
I'm having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy
I'm broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help
Please Daddy I'm at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help
Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013
Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013
I am who I am because of him
He's the reason for my son's name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn't easy
Stand for the ones who can't
To think and fend for myself
I'm my Daddy made over
Taught me to fight back
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I've been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I'm my Daddy made over
He gave me my stubbornness
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I'm my Daddy made over
How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I'm my Daddy made over
Even though he's gone
I'll stand and continue on
I may stumble I may fall
May even get hurt along the way
But I'll pick myself back up
I'll dust myself off and stand tall
I'm honored and proud to say
I'm my Daddy made over
Sabrina Niday Hansel
Pyramus was the handsome young man
Thisbe the fair maiden of Babylon.
The houses of their parents did adjoin
Neighborhood brought the two in relation.
And the acquaintance ripened into love
And the fire within them burnt with bright glow.
Would have married, but their parents forbid
Ardor in hearts of both they couldn't forbid
They did converse by signs, one can think of
The fire within them burnt like glow covered
But Venus doesn't always befriend true love.
They found crack in wall that parted the houses
In spared passage for tender messages
Caused by fault in the wall of the mansion
What will not love find for satisfaction!
They passed the tender messages of love
As the night fell they said farewell with awe
Moving backward and forward through the gap
She on her side, he on his, kissed the gap.
One morn the sun put out the stars above
From the watchful eyes, they tried to slip up
But Venus doesn't always befriend true love.
Then Thisbe stole forth as agreed upon
Unobserved, her head covered with a veil
Out of city's bounds edifice well known
Waited for Pyramus near a fountain trail.
In the dim light she descried a lioness
Nearing the fountain with blood reeking jaws
With a recent slaughter to slake her thirst.
She fled dropping her veil out of fright.
After quenching thirst turned back for her cove
Renting the veil in bloody mouth on her retreat
But Venus won't always befriend true love.
Having delayed Pyramus arrived there
Saw footsteps of the lioness in the sand
And found the veil all bloody over there
Crying picked up the rent veil in his hand.
Thought himself to be the cause of her death
Covering the veil with kiss and with tear
And said, come ye lioness tear with your teeth
Let my blood also shall stain your texture.
He plunged sword into his heart with a shove
Blood spurted, tingling the tree with red color
But Venus doesn't always befriend true love.
Thisbe stepped out not to disappoint him
She noticed the change in the tree's color
In the agonies of death she saw him.
A shudder ran as ripple in still water.
She saw her veil and his scabbard empty.
He has slain himself for her sake only.
She said, "I could be brave and follow thee
Death alone couldn't prevent my joining thee
Love and death join us, one tomb be our grove"
She plunged the sword in her breast near the tree
But Venus doesn't always befriend true love.
Such tale of the self-less love presented
The two bodies in one tomb were buried
Pyramus-Thisbe tale our hearts do move
Berries serve memorials of their blood
But Venus doesn't always befriend true love.
Dr. Ram Mehta
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Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2011
My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces
Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day
In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see.
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave
Back up north, where my futures to be
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost
And that was my aim, no matter the cost
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
(This poem is based on a movie I saw.)
It was tragic when two teenagers died.
They couldn't be together so they committed suicide.
They were cousins and that's why their parents kept them apart.
They decided to end it all because of their broken hearts.
The parents forbade their relationship because they were in love with each other.
They decided that they wanted to die because they couldn't be with one another.
Now their parents are all tore up inside.
They'll be in misery for the rest of their lives because of their kids suicides.
Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2007
We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend
We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family's foundation
We lost the glue that held us together
We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things
We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul
We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day
He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms
Along the way you became the son he never had
He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn't
You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him
You were there from the beginning
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you'll ever know
Dedicated to close Family friend. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.
To be called ..
~ Grandma is a Honor ~
I have been blessed with 4 Grandchildren
~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb " He is God's Angel ~
~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~
For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
Time passed another gift to see
we are " Mickes" and Loved
Our Dad held the title in Baseball
~ that's how we roll ~
those children are Grandmas hero's
The Irish they love big and Family is everything
The brothers will protect the beautiful sister
~ as many lads will be calling ~
Every time my Grandson hits a home run
There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand
It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs
~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
either baseball or Art ~ you shall find your gift given
These children have been blessed~
~ a beauty to hard to describe
If you think not ~~ Take a look at the Mom
That girl can stop Traffic
after raising three and still~
"Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "
May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013
I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it
Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it
You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too
I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you
I hate you with every fiber of my being
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer
I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer
You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve
And you'll never be able to take another soul
Sabrina Niday Hansel
Placed 8th in Poet Destroyer A's 2013 "PINKTOBER" Contest
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~~Chronic Pink~~
(Parents Peril * The Nightmare)
Evil sits and whispers - sweet lullabies
Chimes within my head,
Damnation scratches at my conscious
Of what was and is!
Water runs down my toes
Rain taps at my windowpane
A fear; I relive my childhood days
~~Dark April showers bring in a chronic look~~
Motions before daybreak, to face a colorless what!
The trickle of musty wind meshes under my skin
The panic begins to initiate the voices
Unstable - a gash of blood fills the mind
Dark feelings pollute the inside my head
Visions of slitting my wrist from end to end
My subconscious betrays my sanity
Praying is what got me through the dark-mares.
I held my own hand that very night
Telling myself it would be all right
Walking down the narrow hall
The Chimes, the Chimes!
Snapped into a moment of crime
The trail of Sweet lullabies came from my parent's room
Shhh!!! Hush now, *humming to the evil chant*
Whispers of dust whisk through the air
I grab the envelope opener,
My heart pumps, piercing each neck
One by one, they look up -IT WAS ME-
A demonic child's laughter erupts
A Chronic Pink look
Pacing off the bed
What have I done?
Cries of nothing led me back into my room.
There and only there, water sits under the sheets
The emptiness in my head was the sign of complete
Falling asleep to the quietness around the room
Waking up to, the parents peril sight every night
My subconscious holds no sympathy
To: relive the same chronic pink memory
AGAIN- I begin to hear the sound of scratching violins
Where dreams of demons wear pink
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012
In her layette, she looked fair.
'Nimisha', the parents called her.
When aged five, the polio plucked
the strings that her legs moved.
As a stringless violin, her legs rest.
In the wheelchair, she grows up
along with her mother's tension,
and father's anxiety.
The rustic children wish her
but nobody takes her
to the festival
in a shrine rural.
She wears new dress
but as the butterflies in her frock,
she also cannot flit
to the shrine yard.
Cough waves, today also,
shake her lungs so.
The distant drumbeats and the holy music
move her fingers in the wind rhythmic.
The clarion does resonate and ripple
the divine thoughts in her ears.
She never knew
pneumonia packing her soul.
Serenity of the twilight collapses
as, again, the drum storm develops.
Few knew Nimisha swooned.
Later, the people intoned,
"Being holy,
an apt day it is."
In emptiness infinite,
her parents knew her truly.
Copyright © FABIYAS M V | Year Posted 2010
You were so tired
You couldn't wait to go lay down
Mom was standing in the kitchen
I was outside locking things up
As you went through the back door
You hollered, See you soon
Moments later the air began to fill with Dread
Getting thicker with each second of Mom's screams
By the time I got to your side
You laid unmoving, straight as board in your bed
I could hardly bear.. To see you that way
As your Grandson dialed 911
My vision blurred and the world disappeared
All I could see and hear were you
Twenty three Chest compression's, Six breaths later
You opened your eyes and looked into mine
I could hardly bear.. To see you so helpless
As I held you in my arms
Mom and others began to Pray
I felt each word spoken go through me to you
Flowing through your nephew's Hand that laid upon my shoulder
I couldn't help but to hold my breath
And wrap myself around you even tighter than before
I could hardly bear... To see you struggle
No one had to tell us how bad you were
To life-flight you to St. Jose's was the only chance you had
I tried to climbed in with you, but they wouldn't allow it
I knew how terrified of heights you were
As they closed the doors I hollered... See you there
See you there Daddy, I'll see you there
There were lines and tubes and doctors everywhere
I stayed up for day's right beside you in a chair
Mom sat across from me and held your hand
The others were circled around us in your room
We could hardly bear... To see you that way Daddy
Alyssa sang "Jesus Loves Me" for you in your little Church
There must have been over a mile of cars parked
Family and Friends coming to say Goodbye
You'd think after almost 3 years it wouldn't make me cry
It's almost like you must've known
The night you spoke those words to me
That you'd be heading up to Heaven soon
Not to take a nap
When you closed that door and hollered... See you soon
We'll meet again at those Pearly Gates, Daddy
You have our word..
We'll see you there.. We'll see you there
Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2016
I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know
Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know
Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that
You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know
You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me God, Help me to understand
You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel
How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door
You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me God, you owe me that much
The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father.
Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.
She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too.
She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before
And growing darker day by day
But she wouldn't let that stop her.
Suddenly a year had passed... and then two
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand
The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.
She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.
So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself
She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.
That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.
She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared, and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying
Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn
Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!
And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here
So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?
Copyright © Darian Rehder | Year Posted 2013
Sarah Johnson is, and will always be a cold, heartless murderer. She has no empathy for what she did to both of her own parents, Diane and Alan Johnson. Her friends and family can't even believe that a sweet girl would kill both of her own parents over some guy. They knew that Sarah wasn't supposed to get into this so-called "serious relationship" with this guy named Bruno Santos. The illegal immigrant was three years older than her, especially when he is still known for having a criminal history. It's sad to hear that Mr. and Mrs. Johnson had to die that soon. The entire Johnson family had their lives ahead of them. Sarah Johnson is a heartless liar, an assassin, and on top of all that, she has no soul. The girl was afraid that both of her parents would go to the police and have her so-called "boyfriend" arrested and charged for statutory rape, so Miss Johnson killed them. Now, that was a cowardly move. The reason why Sarah Johnson had killed both of her own parents (mother and father) is because for one, they were going to send him straight to jail for dating a then-sixteen-year-old and they grounded her for life, as in, "indefinitely." Everybody, including her brother, knows that Sarah has no heart and no soul. But in the end, I guess society is better off with Sarah Marie Johnson in prison for the rest of her life. And as far as the citizens of Bellevue, Idaho, her family and her high school friends are concerned, prison is where she belongs. She wasn't abused by both of her parents, but I still can't believe she killed them in cold blood. Now that's what everybody's talking about: a cold, calculates sociopath with no remorse for what she did and had felt no empathy. Sarah Johnson will always be remembered as a bad woman with a selfish ego. And if all types of homicides (matricide, fratricide, and/or parricide) continue to increase, there's no telling what bad thing might happen next.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011
The stars they used to bring tears to my eyes
Dark skies, I cried as I prayed for daylight
You were my fragment of pain
I became swallowed in memorys of darkness
That used to come and go so haunting, the loss of you
Still is killing me, for you were gone so suddenly..
My first child
My first love
Now all I have left
Are the stars above
Not to mention
The glow of the moon
That always reminds me
That you were taken too soon
Tears fall down my cheeks
When your name is spoken, that's when
These demons become awoken
The heartbreak
The despair
Losing your child
Is too much to bear
Sleepless nights
Dreams full of terror
Seeing the pain in your eyes
Everytime you look in the mirror
I can look at the stars now
With hope, instead of pain
You my child, did not die in vain
You will live through me, glow bright star
Glow.. Glow for me
And for all of
The mommys to see
Be my guidance, keep me from the ledge
To you child, this I pledge:
I see your glow and I can now smile
Though I might shed a tear every once and a while
Just because, I'm missing you
But I promise I will pull through
Thank you spirits
Thank you stars
For welcoming my child
With open arms
Keep him safe
Give him love
And let him know I am with him
Everytime I look above..
Copyright © Karissa Kelley | Year Posted 2013
An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war
A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying
Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn
A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition
As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed
The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late
Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right
Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right
Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight
Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010
June 18, 2013 our world was Forever Changed
We where a few minutes from home
When we got the call from our baby sister
Said we need to get back home
We need to come as fast as we can drive
Mom really needs us
Something's wrong with Daddy
The whole way we drove 80
Hoping & Praying we'd make it back in time
Our Family & Friends were weeping
By the time we got to his side
We knew then our Daddy had been taking
And our hearts they were breaking
We never got to say Goodbye
We each softly kissed that man
We four sisters laid down beside him
And cried just like babies
For our world was Forever Changed that day
Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2014
I cherish every moment
I spend with you today.
I cherish every memory
You have given along the way.
I cherish every story
Even the ones you shouldn't say.
I cherish every tear you cry
As you remember the good ole days.
I cherish every step you take
As you stumble and make your way.
I cherish every sacrifice
You've made for us today.
And when God says your time is up
And in heaven you will stay
I'll remember all these moments,
I'll remember every day.
I'll remember all the stories,
I'll remember what you say.
I'll remember what you sacrificed,
To be with us today.
Poems By J S Eaton
Copyright © Janet Eaton | Year Posted 2015
In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.
Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.
Copyright © Miche Ulman | Year Posted 2013
They've traveled from one house to another.
Some may say they're strong enough to go on
Without a woman to call their mother.
Attachment is pointless, soon to be gone.
Another house that will never be home.
Little children crying themselves to sleep,
wondering where they will be next to roam.
All they can do is to hope and to weep.
Will they love me enough now, I wonder.
Shall I go away or shall I stay here?
At night, I can still hear the loud thunder
of his footsteps drawing so very near.
Though I may never find my one true home,
For love, I've found- I'm no longer alone.
Copyright © Lilith Rodriguez | Year Posted 2014
amidst my walls
a discolored rose
a wedding photo
a collection of memories
a discolored rose
a moment of mourning
as fragile as life
a wedding photo
of lovers once parted
united in the beyond
a collection of memories
coalesce together
a collage of juncture
i found this form online and wanted to experiment with it...
Trimeric \tri-(meh)-rik\ n: a four stanza poem in which the first stanza has four lines and
the last three stanzas have three lines each, with the first line of each repeating the
respective line of the first stanza. The sequence of lines, then, is abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013
planning parenthood
birth control and abortion
no babies allowed
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2013
A little angel came to Earth one day.
but he didn't come here to stay.
Three years was his time limit. His
parents did not know it then, but
God for him, had a plan.
The day he was born, to everyone he
brought joy. His parents loved him from
the start. Manuel Zachary was his name.
He grew up pretty quick.
While he was here, he spread smiles, love
and star dust everywhere. His family loved
him very much. He was their little Angel
from above.
Three years he was here to spread his love
and joy. One day he heard a call. It was God
calling him home. His parents couldn't
understand - why with them - he couldn't stay.
Now he is back where he belongs and from
there he watches over them. Every now and
than he gives them a sign. He spreads some
star dust, to let them know that he is still
around... center>
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Comments: This did happened. I was
asked to write this poem. Hope you
like it.
Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2012
In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.
Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here?
A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all.
Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts.
Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call.
A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees.
Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three.
When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel.
Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny.
Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule.
Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them.
Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble.
Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem.
Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free.
Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son
The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind.
And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done.
The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe
Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days.
Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering.
The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way.
For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them.
Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees.
Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way.
Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally.
Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast.
Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son.
Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible.
Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done.
The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands.
A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate.
Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent.
But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net.
The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals.
The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain.
Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one.
Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life?
From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations.
Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior.
Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations
Copyright © Scott Bronner | Year Posted 2012
The couple had a little girl
and she was two years old
a pretty little thing she was
although just getting bold
she loved her parents very much
and let them know each day
she sometimes got in trouble when
she tried new games to play
The threesome went out frequently
to check out happy places
she could not help but notice
a whole world of different faces
the child saw everything as new
and saw it with great pleasure
her parents let her know a lot
that she was their great treasure
All who saw them in their walks
knew they were very happy
her folks would talk about her acts
even though some were sappy
The family took a camping trip
to live as days of yore
Her father thought he knew the best
to eat from country floor
while she slept soundly through the night
her Mom and Dad had died
the mushrooms dad had picked for lunch
were poisonous when fried
When she woke up she wondered why
her mom and dad were still
she yelled and cried till she was hoarse
but could not warm the chill
Her parents played a lot of games
this one she did not know
her mom and dad would not wake up
she had nowhere to go
She cried herself to sleep that night
tired out from all her tears
she felt her hunger growing now
first time in her two years
She did not wander far away
her thirst had made her weak
she did not like ths game at all
some comfort she did seek
They found them there after some days
they did not need to check
the little girl had died as well
her arms round daddys neck
Andrew B. Totten
Copyright © ANDREW TOTTEN | Year Posted 2013
years of yesterday
caught in time
when fate would not have it any other way
and your countenance is covered in grime
oblivion escapes the hold
of an afflicted heart
for history foretold
and yet never was I ready to witness the start
grief fills the void case
of a special love
never again to caress a father's embrace
in the comfort of emotion's cove
it hurts to remember
and the past its inspiration lends
for expression burnt to ember
when it never ends
Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013
Dear loveless one
Your hatred may have left holes
in my emotions
and your fury unleashed scars
upon the spirit
you will never possess...
Even though your tongue dug my soul's grave
and your hands muffled my cries
and bound me in chains
to sinking death as a child,
I kept on living for hope's sake.
You deafened my ears to joy's call
and love I passed by, oblivious
to its tender touch.
You blinded my eyes to the beauty
that was staring me in the face
and stitched up my mouth
to prevent your own shame
escaping in audible screams...
Today my body rests in the ocean
and still you are troubled.
Why then?
You got what you wanted, didn't you?
You murdered your own flesh and blood
to compensate for your flaws.
You know... You know you can't run
from a past so dark.
You hear my daunting laughter
and the endless pleading haunts you.
I grip your black heart frozen
and whisper, "Goodbye."
Spirit unbroken.
(A tribute to all abused children)
Sitting with her at their last hours,
studying her face as his mind devours.
Wishing this moment could be suspended in time,
avoiding their goodbyes up to Heaven she'll climb.
Married for years through the good and the bad,
the disease that parts them is all so sad.
When she passes he'll die of a broken heart,
he'll not allow death to keep them apart.
He holds her hand and it makes them whole,
God made them all but one flesh and soul.
He embeds in his mind the greens of her eyes,
as she withers away clinging to her he trys.
He said I love you I always will,
you are the only one this void can fill.
He crys and holds her as tight as he can,
wanting to collaps so helpless where he stands.
She lays on the couch and takes her last breath,
as it came to pass the hour of her death.
Her soul had passed so swiftly through the room,
his bride of thirtythree years had left her groom.
Eight years later he says I'm going home,
to be with my love in Heaven we'll roam.
He finally died of a massive heart attack,
finding her footsteps in Heaven he tracks.
He recognizes her by her deep green eyes,
the beauty of her face is where is heart resides.
Her body was free of cancer and pains,
free as a bird she broke free from the chains.
No rememberance of death had entered their minds,
just the love in their hearts through God's glory they shine.
Copyright © Shannon tackett | Year Posted 2014
Since Birth, Blessings are never ending....
Birth Parents wishful dream, Dream Parents anyone would say
Cute, Cuddly, Lovable, anyone would baby-sit and play
Fun filled childhood, pranks, prizes, punishments, peers envy
Toys,Tiffs,Tears,Top Grades,Trophies in Academics, Activity many
Cricket captain, carrom champion, competent at chess, badminton
Athlete, Actor, Artist, Author, Poet, Palmist anywhere centre of attention
Country's best College, brilliant academics,
Friends, Love, Hotel, Movies, Malls, Parties, Picnics,
Respectable job, great assignments, good Lifestyle,
Career on fast track, work-hard-party-harder all the while
Wise wife, 24 carat children, rational relative,
Neighbours never neglecting, Friends supportive,
Had health scare, got over with miracle rare
Lived life at my terms, terms very few would dare
Enjoying Life in moments, reading, writing poems, sketching
Active on social networking sites, socialising, travelling
With Life so momentous, Death too can't be any less
As ever Life rocks, never shall feel too early when Death knocks
On Death, Blessings shall be just beginning.....
Copyright © Hitendra Mehta | Year Posted 2010


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1952 Topps Baseball Unopened Wax Pack PSA-Graded
Starting Bid - $1,000.00 , Sold For - $4,406.25
Graded EX 5 by PSA. Presented is one of the "Holy Grails" of pack collecting: an unopened 1952 Topps five-cent wax pack. This is an extraordinary example of this important pack rarity which is universally regarded as the ultimate postwar wax pack. The pack displays brilliant colors, a tight seal, and magnificent gloss. 1952 Topps, of course, is widely regarded as the most significant of all 1950s bubble-gum card sets. In 1952, when these "Giant-Size" Baseball Picture Cards appeared on store shelves, the entire world of card collecting was changed almost overnight. The new large-format cards were enthusiastically received by youngsters, putting Bowman on notice that their "little cards" were no longer the preferred currency of the playground, and set into motion Topps' dominance of the entire baseball card market, which continues to this day. It is incredible to see this pack today, never-opened and looking exactly as it did in 1952 when it originally sat with countless others in boxes on candy-store shelves. While the series of its contents is unknown, this often comes with the territory with unopened packs, and for many collectors this is also part of their allure and excitement. An extraordinary example of this most significant wax pack. Reserve $1,000. Estimate $2,000/$3,000. SOLD FOR $4,406.25
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Top Definition
same as "shove it (up your ass)"
"Yo man, stick it."
kyohaku tarafından 6 Ağustos 2008, Çarşamba
Trending Now
Can you define these popular missing words?
To successfully accomplish a special trick which requires some sort of physical skill or action; esp in skateboarding
Naw man, i could'nt stick it.
Tiari tarafından 8 Ekim 2006, Pazar
used in gymnastics for when an athlete completes a routine on any given apparatus and stays completely stationary when landing their final skill, usually only lightly bending the knees, never stepping in any direction.
Just as well she managed to stick it. Her routine depended on it
XxMooxx tarafından 8 Ekim 2008, Çarşamba
Mario: "they said they want your bike"
Emilio: "tell them to stick it"
Emilio: "tell them to stick it"
DrDamani tarafından 20 Ağustos 2008, Çarşamba
Similar to SIMA
Mohammed Alhumdililah tried to Stickit in me so then he pulled the trigger on Abel the pediatrician after and ate a Surafiel
Yoyo the Don tarafından 7 Aralık 2011, Çarşamba
A very hick-town place. A place where it would suck to live or even be.
Ew, why do you work in Newberg? It's totally the stickits!
lovelyher tarafından 3 Nisan 2011, Pazar
When you want to fornicate someone.
Sally Stickwell: Hi.
Random guy: I want to stick it to you.
Random guy: I want to stick it to you.
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Hyperinsulinemia of insulin resistance occurs because of a lack of vasodilatory and anti-inflammatory effects of insulin. It is not the insulin itself, but the loss of its anti-inflammatory effects due to insulin resistance that is the culprit in atherosclerosis of diabetes.1
Tseng2 states that the benefit of lowering blood glucose levels with exogenous insulin may be counteracted by the potential risk for insulin-induced atherosclerosis. Tseng2 frequently reiterates the atherogenic effects of insulin as if it were a proven fact. I find that the conclusion of this study, that insulin users are at higher risk for development of hypertension, is a speculation based on a flawed premise.
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The aim of the LLM (Human Rights) program is to provide a critical appreciation of human rights in the context of international and comparative developments. It aims to engender excellent research and writing skills that can promote a human rights culture on the basis of multi-culturalism and inclusion. The objective of the program is promote a human rights culture in which issues connected to colonialism, eurocentrism, racism, sexism are understood and form part of the future agenda.
The Aims and Objectives of the LLM Human Rights are to
The LLM (Human Rights) offers a broad range of existing modules. In addition to the core module International Human Rights, a range of options including Law and Development, Islam and Human Rights, Women and the Law, Rights and Remedies, International Refugee law, International Environmental Law, International Trade Law, Law of Armed conflict and Contemporary issues in Police Studies are offered.
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Students undertake four modules and a dissertation. In addition to the core modules, International Human Rights and Current Issues and Research in International Law, candidates take at least one module from the following: Law and Development, Islam and Human Rights, , International Refugee law, International Environmental Law, Law of the World Trade Organization, Minority Rights under International Law, International Criminal Law, Business and Human Rights and War and Human Rights
Candidates may choose their fourth module from any one of the above or from any other LLM module. The Dissertation must be deemed by the Dissertation committee to be in the Human Rights area.
Module Lectures/Seminar/s, workshops and human rights seminars with external experts, day school, optional placements, external visits by experts and proposed overseas study.
All modules are research based involving coursework. Students take four modules of 30 credits each for which they submit their coursework of approx. 7,000 words at the end of the respective semester. The LLM dissertation accounts for 60 credits involving a 15,000 word essay. The full time students normally complete the 180 credits requirements in one academic year while part time students complete the same in two years.
Students are welcome to negotiate projects/assignments as work-based initiatives but the supervision offered is the same as for other coursework.
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I feel kind of good about something I did the other day. I was telling my dad about it, and he said it was like the commercial on TV that shows the woman stopping the guy from walking into the street, and then he in turn helps some one and then so on and so forth.
Let me start this story back when I was pregnant 10 yrs ago with our second daughter. I had morning sickness so bad I wanted to die! I couldn't get up, without throwing up. I couldn't stand the smell of Erica's formula; it made me throw up too. Basically everything made me throw up. Throwing up made me throw up... you get the idea. One of my husband's marine's wives came over to the house to help me. She was my Key Volunteer. (Key Volunteers are wives that volunteer to be part of a phone tree to call other wives and let them know any information we may need to know about deployments etc) All I remember is her saying I looked like crap, and falling asleep. She woke me up a few hours later to tell me she put Erica in her crib and that she would be back to check on me. I woke up the next morning to my house SPOTLESS. Dishes done, laundry done, and folded on the counter. What an awesome person she was. I will never forget her kindness. Jennifer Vincent was her name.
Years later, it was a few days before my husband was due to come home from deployment (It always seems as if he is deployed!) I was sick yet again, this time with the flu. I had just met this woman named Jackie a few weeks ahead of this, and she came over to help me make the big WELCOME HOME sheet that we hang on the fences. My fever was 105.6 and I refused to go to the E.R. I didn't have anyone to watch the kids, and I was afraid they would keep me. I fell asleep on the cold tile floor and woke up to my kids and Jackie having a blast, with her two kids painting, and making the sign. She helped me back to my bed, and basically the same ending. She put the kids to bed, loaded me up with Motrin, and got me some water, and took care of everything.
With a friend like Jackie, it is best not to lose them. I wouldn't let her get away from me if she tried now, and it has been about seven years or more! (Poor Jackie! She is stuck with me forever!)
Well, let's talk about now. I was at the stinking E.R. for the umpteenth time, this time because my son thought he was a piggy bank. He swallowed a penny, and choked on it. After my neighbors kid did the same thing and hers got lodged in her throat and had to have it removed, I figured it was better to be safe than sorry. I took him in, and had to have 2 X-rays done. One to see where the penny was, and the second after he ate to make sure it dropped into his stomach. Which it did. I was talking to a little girl who was about the same age as our Megan, 2 ½ and she was having fun running around with Riley the penny eater. The mom looked terrible. She said her chest hurt, and she was having a hard time breathing. All she wanted to do was sleep. We were talking about my Pennsylvania key chain, and she asked where in Pa I was from. I told her Camp Hill area, and she said she was from Lancaster.
Sounding like a familiar song, she said her family is back in Pa, and doesn't really know anyone here to help out with the baby, and she just felt awful. After a while, she fell asleep in the chairs. I thought I would do what others had done for me, and help out, without being asked. Marine wives are proud women, and we don't like to ask for help. Whining to our parents is okay though. After about three hours, they had finally read Riley's second X-ray, and it was time to give me the GPS on the penny. I told the mom I had to go back with Riley, but everything was fine, and I hope she was seen soon.
As we were leaving the examining rooms, I didn't see her in the waiting room, and thought she must have finally gotten seen. Nope. She was sitting in between the double doors with a crying Hailey. She was tired, she was hungry, and she needed a cup. As desperate as I was to leave this stinking world of sick people, my conscience thought better of it. Normally, as my dad will attest to, I only have about 30 cents to my name. This time I had enough to get Hailey, and her mo a drink, and a snack for them to share. Yes, I spent the last of my money on them, and no I don't regret it at all. Actually I felt really good about it.
So many people have helped me over the years, and been kind to me, without me ever having to ask. Not just family, but strangers too. Mostly moms who have been in my shoes with a crying baby, or like situations. I was finally given the opportunity to give back all of the kindness done for me over the years. I hope I do see Hailey and her mom again, not necessarily in the E.R. But around base. I forgot to ask her name. I do know Hailey's pretty blue eyes, and that she looks like my Megan, so I am sure I will see them again. And I also hope she is feeling better, and her husband has a safe return home from Iraq in October.
If this blog does anything for anyone at all, I hope someone will read this, and do something nice for someone else. Random acts of kindness are really a good feeling. Chances are, someone will repay you too someday!


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certain user. The default behavior seems to be that the principal
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LAPORTE - The Area Agency on Aging will hold a public "Meet and Greet Event" from 6 to 7:30 p.m. Oct. 6 at the Sullivan County Elementary School.
Light refreshments will be provided. The purpose of the event is to provide the public an opportunity to learn about Area Agency on Aging services, opportunities to assist the AAA in meeting the needs of older persons in Sullivan County, and to meet our staff.
The AAA is a nonprofit organization designated by the state to provide social and nutrition services to individuals age 60 and older in Bradford, Sullivan, Susquehanna and Tioga counties.
Its mission is to promote the independence and healthy lifestyles of older persons so they may continue to live independently in their own homes.
As a nonprofit, the AAA offers opportunity for individuals and businesses to engage as community partners for financial support of aging programs and services.
The 2010 Census Data indicates that 33 percent of Sullivan County's population is now 60 years of age and older, and the older population is one of the fastest growing segment's of the county, increasing by 14 percent over the past 10 years.
And as the population growth outpaces the resources available for services, the AAA is looking to develop relationships to enhance our ability to meet the local needs of our senior population.
For more information, contact the Area Agency on Aging at 800-982-4346. Reservations are encouraged by Sept. 29.


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This was the question of the day from Young Sir on Saturday.
Saturday was the first day off I've had in what seems like forever. My Mom had been visiting with us for the past week. We were all relaxing, enjoying a lazy Saturday morning before taking her home when my phone rang. I knew with my sister-in-law's first breath that my father-in-law was gone... I'm pretty sure I would've known without her saying a word. There was just that feel to it in the silence as I answered the phone. Mr. Husband knew before I even handed him the phone.
Young Sir has had a very hard time understanding. He was concerned about coffee in heaven because he knows his Papa loves his coffee in the mornings. He knows the meaning of death and that Papa won't be there when he visits the farm anymore. He keeps telling Mr. Husband "I'm sorry about your Dad, Dad." But somehow he seems to miss that its his loss too. I guess this is another blessing and curse of Autism.
Mr. Husband is doing better than I thought he would. He says he feels empty and like a lost little boy. But at the same time he is so glad his Dad isn't suffering anymore. Watching that was soooo hard for him and he absolutely didn't ever want to see his Dad in a hospital hooked up to machines again. He was at peace with his decision not to rush home this time... and I think people have to respect that decision.
This is hitting me so much harder than I ever thought possible. I mean I've known for a long time it was coming... just a matter of time. Watching this man suffer over the last couple of years I've prayed that the suffering would end.. not in a cruel way... just its so painful to watch someone suffer in agony when you know they are tired and have fought a brave battle.
Part of why its hitting me so hard I'm sure has to do with the memories it brings back of losing my own Dad. Plus, since I didn't have a living Dad when I got married... this man became my only Dad figure... and after almost 20 years you get attached to someone.
As sad as I am... I know we are so blessed.
I was blessed with the opportunity for a "goodbye moment" with him when we were there in June. That's something I never got with my own Dad. That day, back in June, I knew in my heart that was our final goodbye... and I have treasured its significance.
We spent 24 hours planning how Mr. Husband would get home for the funeral and such. There was no way for me and Young Sir to go with him... between my new job, finances and school.
Then, in the span of 15 minutes everything changed...
A family member offered to pay for my ticket there, my boss assured me it would be okay to have someone else cover my shifts, the neighbor agreed to take care of my dog, and my Mom said Young Sir could stay with her (he doesn't want to go... says its too sad). It all came together in a way that makes me feel incredibly blessed to have such wonderful people in my life.
There's so much to do before we leave... but I wanted to share with all of you since I know many of you have been there with your support and encouragement during our "emergency trips" to North Dakota over the last couple of years. That support has meant so much. <3
|The final picture of Mr. Husband and Young Sir with Papa... notice the coffee cup.


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Distinctly Australian? Design since the 1960s
The question as to whether there is a distinctly Australian design aesthetic, process or even aspiration has recurred regularly since the 1860s when the combined disruptive effect of gold, free immigration and the end of convictism threw doubt on the utopic views of a distinctive new society previously espoused by the earliest capitalist colonisers of New South Wales and Van Diemen's Land.
In this talk design will be presented as amalgam of process, material and ways of being in a particular place and time, framed through the vernacular, regionalism and globalism. Starting with the post-World War 2 shifts in allegiances that were most explicitly expressed from the late 1950s-early 1960s, such disparate sources as Qantas, timber chairs, and the culture of leisure will be brought together to look at some of the shifts in design practice related to what might currently be understood as Brand Australia.
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Danielle Christina Funk of Bridgeport has been chosen as a princess in the 77th Mountain State Forest Festival by West Virginia Senator Samuel Cann.
Funk is the daughter of Frederick and Amy Funk of Bridgeport. She is the granddaughter of Dr. Gary and Lori Cunningham and the late Randy Cunningham of Philippi and Judi and the late Jack Funk of Philippi. She has two brothers, Jacob "Jack" Funk and Andrew Funk, and a sister, Sarah Berny Ann.
Danielle graduated from Bridgeport High School with the class of 2013 where she was a four year member of the marching and concert bands and a member of the Key Club. She has been the President of the Bridgeport United Methodist Church Youth for two years. She enjoys working with special needs children and will be attending West Virginia University to pursue a degree in Elementary Education with certifications in English and Special Education. Her interests include reading, writing, horseback riding, animals, sewing and art.
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Earlier this week, a bunch of people gathered at North Charleston City Hall to yell at a cardboard cut-out of Sen. Lindsey Graham.
Not too long ago, a Myrtle Beach tea party group threw our senior senator a "retirement party." Another group wanted to put Graham's face on a milk carton.
And Thursday, the Tea Party Express — which bills itself as the largest tea party political action committee — came to Charleston to complain about Graham's unwillingness to join their fight to defund Obamacare.
"He needs to be in the state, holding town halls and listening to his constituents," said Amy Kremer, chairwoman of the Tea Party Express. "He thinks he's better, thinks he knows better. He's one of the elites."
You know, a guy could get the feeling some people out there just don't like him — especially the 10 or so people who showed up Thursday for the Tea Party Express press conference (not including two of the people running against Graham).
Make no mistake, these folks are passionate. And they believe they are the only ones fighting to "restore liberty" and "honor the Constitution."
Problem is, they are a little fuzzy on the details. And honestly, Graham does know more than they do.
And that's why he's going to eat their lunch.
Do the math
These tea party people are right about one thing: Obamacare is unpopular.
Most recent polls show that a plurality, if not majority, of Americans have an unfavorable view of the Affordable Care Act.
But polls also show a clear majority oppose Republican efforts to defund the program, which is what the Tea Party Express is pushing.
Although the group claimed it's not getting into individual races at this time, it was all over Graham for not signing Utah Sen. Mike Lee's pledge to vote against any budget that includes money for Obamacare.
Tellingly, they said little about Sen. Tim Scott, who has not signed on either.
But Graham has a target on his back. He's a Republican in Name Only, they say. You can hear the disdain dripping from their voices when they mention his willingness, on occasion, to compromise.
That's a four-letter word in the tea party's world.
Instead, these groups adore Sens. Lee, Ted Cruz, Marco Rubio and Rand Paul. You have to wonder if the mostly retired folks in the crowd Thursday realized that those guys, if in power, would soon turn their attention to Medicaid and, yes, Medicare.
Richard Cash, a corporate computer analyst, small business owner and missionary, is almost without question the most formidable opposition Graham faces. He told the Tea Party Express crowd that his hero is Jim DeMint.
And what does DeMint have in common with Cruz, Rubio and the others? Yeah, he helped them get elected.
What they don't point out is that DeMint's endorsements of numbskulls in Delaware, Indiana and Missouri cost the Republican Party the U.S. Senate.
That's why Graham isn't wasting time on this defund Obamacare thing. He can count.
And the conservatives don't have the votes in the Senate.
Thanks to DeMint.
Dreams of sheep
Of course, Ronald Reagan's hallowed name was invoked Thursday at the Tea Party Express meeting.
Funny, these folks don't remember that Reagan compromised often with Democratic House Speaker Tip O'Neill, and even — gasp — raised taxes a few times. A lot of mainstream Republicans like to grouse that Reagan couldn't even make it through a primary these days if he faced tea party litmus tests.
And it's possible Graham could lose to a DeMint disciple — this is, after all, South Carolina.
Trouble is, every time the tea party knocks out one of the Republican Party's elder statesmen, they open the door for Democrats to take a seat that would otherwise go to the GOP (see Missouri, Indiana).
And that's the thing. Clearly, the tea partiers can read polls. They should look at the ones that show they are in the clear minority. Most people don't believe in their brand of extremism.
They know that politics is the art of compromise. At least it used to be, back in the days of Reagan.
That's why this idea of a Senate filled with Lees, Cruzes and Pauls is a pipe dream.
And the goal of defeating Graham is, at best, about as likely as defunding Obamacare.
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ATMC Wireless has upgraded its wireless network with new 3G technology throughout Brunswick County.
The name 3G stands for third generation wireless technology. 3G allows ATMC Wireless customers to experience mobile broadband speeds much faster than what is available with 2G networks.
"The ATMC Wireless 3G Network is the largest and fastest 3G network in Brunswick County. It is also a part of the AT&T 3G network, the fastest 3G network in the nation," said Roger Cox, Executive Vice President of ATMC Wireless Operations.
Irene Dowdy took this photo of about 30 wood storks that visited the pond at Brick Landing on Friday during the rain.
David Combs of Sunset Beach took this photo around 11:45 p.m. Friday from the beach at Sunset Beach looking east toward Wilmington.The storm and lightning show went on for more than two hours. With the waxing moon and clear sky overhead it was eerie watching the cloud-to-cloud and cloud-to-ground lightning light up the sky and the ocean from 45 miles away as the storm relentlessly displayed its tremendous energy off the coast from Bald Head Island and Wilmington.
SOCASTEE, S.C.—West Brunswick's season-opening football will resume at 2 p.m. Saturday.
Lightning forced a suspension in the second quarter of the game with Socastee Friday night.
South Brunswick lost 28-14 Friday to Ashley. Here are photos of some of the action.
With less than a year left on her contract, Superintendent Katie McGee does not know her fate with Brunswick County school district.
"My future is unknown at this time as far as Brunswick County Schools," she told a Beacon reporter last Wednesday. "I'm starting my 10th year in the county, half of that being the superintendent. I've enjoyed every minute of it. I'm very pleased with the progress that we've made and the student performance. And every one of our schools is better than it's ever been."
By MICHAEL PAUL
Led by Keri Nolan's 29 assists and 11 kills and by Kenzie McDuffie's 23 points and six acces, West Brunswick swept New Hanover 25-19, 25-9, 25-23 in a nonconference volleyball match Aug. 26.
The victory improved the Lady Trojans' record to 4-0.
Nolan and McDuffie each had a team-high four digs in the victory, one in which West played one of its best games of the early season.
Brunswick County Emergency Services urges caution on the water this weekend as Tropical Storm Danny brings high surf and dangerous rip currents to the area.
The storm has sustained winds of about 40 mph. Friday afternoon it was about 300 miles southeast of Southport and if it maintains its current course as expected, it will pass within about 200 miles east of Brunswick County Friday night.
The county is expected to have rough surf and increased currents along all of Brunswick's coastline.
First reported Friday, Aug. 28, at 4:20 p.m.
A lawsuit has been filed against the Brunswick County Board of Education three days after board members voted to transfer the employee who filed a grievance earlier this year against Superintendent Katie McGee.
The attorney for Sherry Dove filed a lawsuit against the board Friday morning. The lawsuit comes three days after the board of education voted to transfer Dove from her position as executive assistant to the superintendent and liaison to the board of education to a secretary at Leland Middle School.
Playing its second soccer game in two nights, West Brunswick's defense and fitness were tested by Dixon, but the Trojans prevailed 2-1.
A sliding Chip Mendoza scored off a ball by Corey Bell 40 seconds into the game Aug. 19, and early in the second half Bell scored the game-winning goal off a corner kick from Jesse Mayo.
For West coach Tripp Smith, the game showed how resilient the Trojans can be—they lost the night before 6-1 to Laney.
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The Healers
Wednesday, September 14, 2011 11:32 AM
Dr. Mervat Nassef teaches at Columbia University's Division of Allergy and Immunology two days a week, seeing everyone from royalty to the under-served population of Spanish-Harlem. The other three days, you'll find her at her satellite practice on Staten Island at 2026 Richmond Rd., Grant City. (Staten Island Advance/Marjorie Hack)
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GIRARD - It's not always easy for a coach of an all-star high school basketball game to feel happy about the event.
They can put on a good face and say how much fun it is coaching the best players in the area, but then they realize that some of the players on the floor played for them. Suddenly the thought of graduation seems very cruel.
Brookfield Warriors coach Bill Kovach enjoyed coaching Jeremy Quinlan and Collin Harkulich for the Red team in the 43rd annual Mahoning Valley Coaches Association Al Beach Classic on Wednesday. That joy might have been tempered a bit knowing that Quinlan and Harkulich were part of a dominant senior class at Brookfield that is nearing the end of its high school days.
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McDonald senior Stephen Politano takes aim and fires a shot during the boys 3-point shooting competition on Wednesday at the Al Beach Classic. Politano won the contest.
"Those four seniors I had - not just for me but for the Brookfield school system; you're talking baseball, football and basketball - I don't think you'll see four seniors that will leave a mark on a school like they did," Kovach said after the Red team's 75-61 win over the White team at Girard High School. "The community really appreciated them. They're 'A' students, yes-sir kids. It was a pleasure to coach those four."
In addition to Quinlan and Harkulich, Kovach was referring to Quinlan's twin brother Jimmy and Ryan Mosora. They were standouts on a football team that went undefeated in the regular season and advanced as far as the Division IV Region 13 final. They were stalwarts for a basketball team that had a 19-3 regular-season record and advanced to the Division III district semifinals.
Each of the players who participated in the classic was a standout for his school's team. Many played their final game of competitive basketball last night.
Included among those might be Youngstown East's Deontay Scott, who's weighing playing basketball at Mt. Union or attending Ohio State University for academic purposes only.
Scott went out with a bang, scoring a game-high 25 points to earn MVP honors. He had 12 in the fourth quarter, including two 3-pointers.
Scott, who didn't make a 3-point shot during the season, finished with three to the delight of East coach Dennis Simmons, who teamed with Kovach for the Red team.
"He said I didn't shoot the ball like that all season," Scott said when describing Simmons' reaction to his output.
Doug Caputo of Cardinal Mooney added 13 points to the Red team's total. Marco Delorenzo paced the White team with 11 points.
LaBrae Vikings junior Peyton Aldridge won the slam dunk competition. Stephen Politano of McDonald made 14 shots to win the 3-point shooting contest.
The Red team led after each quarter in winning the girls' game, 59-50. The White team made a late run after trailing 49-35 through three quarters.
Ashley Hefferon of Struthers scored 14 points to collect the MVP award. Ashley Harrison of Crestview had 12 points.
Sabrina Mangopora of Canfield scored 17 points in a losing effort.
Megan Sefcik of Austintown Fitch and Emily Zehentbauer of United Local tied in the 3-point contest with 12 each. Sefcik made 13 in an extra round to win. Zehentbauer had 10.


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As the ratings gap between the two network morning powerhouses Today and Good Morning America narrows, and then widens, and then narrows again, NBC host Katie Couric's $13-million a year contract is due to expire next spring.
Amid wild speculation about her next step, the New Yorker magazine reports that the Today anchor could jump ship to take over Dan Rather's vacated evening news position at CBS.
With 14 years of Today under her belt, Couric, 48, tells that magazine that she has twice met with CBS boss Les Moonves. But she declines to say what her final plans would be.
"I have, when it's operating on all four cylinders, one of the best jobs in television," she said. "At the same time, everybody needs recharging."
Once America's sweetheart, Couric has lately faced criticism about her reputed backstage behavior, with some critics also carping that she rides roughshod over her cohost, Matt Lauer.
"I feel like a human pinata," she states in the profile. "The disappointing thing is, no candy is going to spill out."
In a separate article posted on the New Yorker's Web site, the magazine's media writer Ken Auletta addresses some of the public perceptions and attitudes about one-time girl-next-door Couric.
"Does Couric – like most people who are paid a lot of money and enjoy fame and are surrounded by courtiers – sometimes exhibit diva-like behavior?" posits Auletta, who then quickly answers: "Yes. But she can also conduct a brilliant interview, and is a great mom, and has both humor and charm."
As for a double standard when it comes to criticizing TV personalities, Auletta admits that one exists, saying: "When was the last time a commentator wrote about Matt Lauer's loud suits in the way they write about Couric's 'sexy' dresses or shapely legs?"
Katie Couric Making a Jump to CBS?
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updated 08/01/2005 AT 05:00 PM EDT
•originally published 08/01/2005 AT 08:00 AM EDT