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created on 02/23/2008  |  http://fubar.com/seriously/b191474

RIP CONNECTICUT CHILDREN

with today's tragedy... echoing in my mind is a song my dad used to sing... so very relevant today...

We are living in a worried world
A world thats full of fears
But there's one hope for peace eternal

A hope that is very real
LITTLE CHILDREN ARE THE HOPE OF THE WORLD
SO GUARD THEM DAY AND NIGHT
BE SURE TO TREAT THEM RIGHT
YOU CAN TEACH THEM BY THE THINGS YOU DO AND SAY
THE WAY TO LIVE TODAY... THE WAY TO PRAY.......

God said, Suffer the little children to come unto me
for such is the kingdom of heaven 
GOD made it plain to see.............

Little children are the hope of the world
So help us teach Lord... To walk with Thee.

This is for those who have lost today... Know in you hearts your babies... YOUR CHILDREN... are the light of the world. And let us learn to treasure them.

Thank you Lord for my wonderful Grandsons and the one on the way... YOU KNOW LORD... they will be guided by your light and love.

MERRY CHRISTMAS FRIENDS.
He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one..
 
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbours
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Bob has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer -
For a Soldier died today.
 
He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life..
He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young
But the passing of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
 
Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?
 
The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.
While the ordinary Soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.
It's so easy to forget them,
For it is so many times
That our Bills, Dennys and Johnnys,
Went to battle, but we know,
It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.
 
Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a Soldier--
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who would fight until the end.
He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start
If we cannot do him honour
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."
 

A DAD'S STORY

On July 22nd I was in  route to Washington, DC for a business trip. It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change. 
As  I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement was made  for Mr..
  Lloyd  Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representative  immediately.  

I  thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I  heard a gentleman asking every male if he were Mr. Glenn. At this point I  knew something was wrong and my heart sunk. 

When I got off the  plane a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said, 'Mr.Glenn, there  is an emergency at your home. I do not know what the emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the  hospital.' My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm took over.

  Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes, and that when my wife had found him he was dead. CPR had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital. 

By the  time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live,  but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart. They explained that the door had completely closed on his  little sternum right over his heart. He had been severely crushed. After speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness. 

The return  flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the hospital six  hours after the garage door had come down. When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator. I
glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a  reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream. I was filled-in  with the details and given a guarded prognosis. Brian was going to live,  and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in and of themselves. But only time would tell if his brain received any damage. 

Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm.  She felt that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline. All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious. It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before. 

Finally at two o'clock that afternoon,  our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful  words I have ever heard spoken. He said, 'Daddy hold me' and he reached  for me with his little arms. 

[TEAR BREAK...smile]

By the next day he was pronounced as 
having no neurological or physical deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine. We took Brian home, we felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely. 

In the days that followed there was a  special spirit about our home. Our two older children were much closer to their little brother. My wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close as a whole family. Life took on a less stressful  pace. Perspective seemed to be more focused, and balance much easier to gain and maintain. We felt deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound. 

The story is not over (smile)!

Almost a month  later to the day of the accident,
Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said, 'Sit down Mommy..... I have something to tell you.' At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with 
him on his bed, and he began his sacred and remarkable story. 

'Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really bad.  I called to you, but you couldn't hear me.. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then the 'birdies' came.' 

'The birdies?' my wife  asked puzzled.

'Yes,' he replied. 'The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage. They took care of me.'

'They  did?'

'Yes,' he said. 'One of the birdies came and got you. She came to tell you 'I got stuck under the door.' A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air. My  wife realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and spirits,  so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as 'birdies'  because they were up in the air like birds that fly.. 'What did the  birdies look like?' she asked. 

Brian answered, 'They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white, all white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just white.'

'Did they say  anything?'

'Yes,' he answered. 'They told me the baby would be all right.' 

'The baby?' my wife asked confused.

Brian answered.  'The baby laying on the garage floor.' He went on, 'You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and  not leave.' 


My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed & still chest whispered, 'Don't leave us Brian, please stay if you can.' As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized  that the spirit had left His body and was looking down from above on this  little lifeless form.. 'Then what happened?' she asked. 

'We went on a trip,' he said, 'far, far away.' He grew agitated trying to say the  things he didn't seem to have the words for. My wife tried to calm and  comfort him, and let him know it would be okay. He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very important to him, but finding the words was difficult. 

'We flew so fast up in the air. They're so pretty Mommy,' he added.
'And there are lots and lots of  birdies.' My wife was stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting  spirit enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency she had never before known. Brian went on to tell her that the 'birdies' had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the 'birdies.' He  said they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck, and an  ambulance were there. A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and  he tried to tell the man that the baby would be okay. The story went on for an hour. 

He taught us that 'birdies' were always with us, but we don't see them because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them  because we listen with our ears. But they are always there, you can only  see them in here (he put his hand over his heart). They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because they love us so much.  Brian continued, stating, 'I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan..  Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our promises. The birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much.' 

In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it, again and again. Always the story remained the same. The details were never changed or out of order. A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had  already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when he talked about his  birdies.

Everywhere he went, he told strangers about the 'birdies.' Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this.  Rather, they always got a softened look on their face and smiled. Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be. 

You have just been sent an Angel to watch over you. Some  people come into our lives and quickly go...Some people become friends and stay a while...leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts ..... and we are never quite the same because we have made a good friend!!  

Yesterday is history. Tomorrow a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present! Live and savor every moment...this is not a dress rehearsal! THIS IS A SPECIAL GUARDIAN ANGEL...

YOU MUST PASS THIS ON TO 5 PEOPLE WITHIN THE HOUR OF RECEIVING HER...IF YOU HAVE PASSED  HER ON, SHE'LL WATCH OVER YOU FOREVER...IF NOT, HER TEARS WILL FLOW...  

Now don't delete this message, because it comes from a very special Angel.
  

I  passed this on, not because it says to, but because I hope everyone  I send it to, will be as blessed by reading it, as I was. I believe God sends angels to watch over all of His children.   
  


HOW OLD IS GRANDPA???


One evening a grandson was talking to his grandfather about current events.


The grandson asked his grandfather what he thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and things in general.


The Grandfather replied, 'Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:


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television

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penicillin

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polio shots

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frozen foods

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Xerox

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contact lenses

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Frisbees and

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the pill



There were
no:
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credit cards
'laser beams or

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ball-point pens



Man had not invented:

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pantyhose

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air conditioners

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dishwashers

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clothes dryers

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and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and

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man hadn't yet walked on the moon


Your Grandmother and I got married first, . . . Then lived together..

Every family had a father and a mother.

Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, 'Sir'.
And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, 'Sir.'

We were before gay-rights, computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.

Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.

We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.

Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege.

We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent.

Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.

Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started.

Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums.


We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.

We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radios.

And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.

If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan ' on it, it was junk

The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam.

Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of.

We had 5 &10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.

Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel

And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.

You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, . . but who could afford one?
Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.

In my day:


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'grass' was mowed,

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'coke' was a cold drink,

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'pot' was something your mother cooked in and

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'rock music' was your grandmother's lullaby.

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'Aids' were helpers in the Principal's office,

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' chip' meant a piece of wood,

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'hardware' was found in a hardware store and

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'software' wasn't even a word.

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No wonder people call us 'old and confused' and say there is a generation gap... and how old do you think I am?

I bet you have this old man in mind... you are in for a shock!

Read on to see -- pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time.

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Are you ready ?????

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This man would be only 59 years old.

 

the VISION

I've recently got the pleasure of reconnecting with an old friend from high school. In fact we were very close friends, but as life does.. we lose sight of some people because of circumstances beyond our control. So we have been talking alot getting to know each other again and gaining insight to what has happened in our years not together. She shared with me the story of her mothers final days. This is a heart warming experience I wanted to share with you all, and maybe it will touch you as it has me, just remember after the darkness of any storm, there is always renewed life and light and what may seem at the time a horrible thing is in all actuality.... a blessing.

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My mom was 61 when she died of cancer, she had just retired & was planning to do all those things she waited her entire life to do. Her health was fine, no diseases or any other conditions, except, of course, of the fact that she was a heavy smoker. Her lung x-rays were clear, then 9 months later, stage 3 cancer, final phase. They gave her 2-4 months, she lasted 3.. I was living in St. Louis at the time with a new boy, 14 months old. I dropped everything, left my job, husband and brought my 2 children with me,and moved in with my mother to care of her. My brother lived 3 hours away, and sister 45 minutes away, but, I am the rock of my family, My mom needed me..
One night, while she was in the hospital, i was sleeping in her bed and had a nightmare. In my dream, she was sleeping beside me, and we were both awakened by a terrible dark presence, that opened up as a dark tunnel under her, trying to pull her away.I knew this was death, coming for her., She opened her eyes in fear & surprise, helpless to fight it.- it being a dark, and terrible presence, the very essense of Hell!!  She reached for me with her hands, her eyes begging me to save her.Then I felt another presence, and saw a light coming from the ceiling, it had a power, it urged me to grab my mom, to save her from the darkness and to pull her into the light,where her soul could be saved. Suddenly, my mom was snatched away, she took a gasp, her eyes opened wide, and 'NO!' was all she could say, then she was gone. I woke up screaming, reaching for her. My uncle ran into the room, to comfort me, but asked about that light. He checked all the lights in the room, but none matched what he saw. I told him about the dream, but he cut me off, saying he didn;t want to hear any of that Jesus sh--. You see, Sarah, both he and my mother were atheists. Or, agnostics, they believe, but don't accept. I was so afraid of losing her soul, forever!
 
The next day, at the hospital, I went to visit mom, asked how she slept, her response was, 'terrible, I had an awful nightmare about dying.' She then told me about the same exact dream that I had, down to the 'No!", the light, the dark tunnel, all of it! I felt faint, I asked her what time was this? It was exactly the same time as my dream- 3:45 am!! I tried to tell her about my dream, she reacted the same way as her brother, plus she was on morphine, so I left to go pray in the chapel. You see, Sarah, I had lost faith in God, was angry at him for allowing this to happen to the sweetest, most unselfish woman I had ever known. How could He have allowed it? Why her? On my way to the chapel, I stopped at the nurses station to ask about my mother's night, they confirmed the nightmare to be at exactly 3:45 am., I now want answers from God- He was obviously trying to get my attention, and now he had it. While praying in the chapel, a pastor came out to comfort me. I told him of the dream and all of it, and asked him what does it mean? He thought it was a message from God,  the dream meaning that my mom's death would be too sudden for any of us to get to her side to say the prayer that lets her accept Jesus as her Savior, so her soul can go to heaven. Or, at least, this is what me & my family member's had all discussed & planned. I asked to speak to her doctor, and asked him how quickly could my mother pass, he said from 2 days to 2 weeks. But, he said, not like my dream, because I asked. I told my family of the dream, my mom's best friend, her pastor, my friends, and we all now made a contingency plan to save my mother's soul. Everyone worked on her constantly, not waiting for the death-bed prayer.
 
On Oct. 16, I was in st. Louis for a week, putting my kids into school, & packing for the final death watch, my return flight to my mom's at 3pm. I was about to go to the airport, around noonish, when I received the phone call that my mother had suddenly died, EXACTLY LIKE MY DREAM!! I heard someone screaming as I fell to the floor. It was me, screaming. When I got to Lake Charles, La. I found that my mother died clutching my rosary, and her prayer clothe that her best friend gave her. Her best friend told me that my mother requested, of her own accord, to say the prayer to accept Jesus as her savior!! None of us could ever get her to even listen to anything about it, yet, she ASKED to be saved!! God sent me his miracle, he saved my beautiful mother's eternal soul, and brought her back home to Him. None of us could have done it. None of us could have fore-seen her sudden death. The doctor told us that the cause of death was a stroke, so catastrophic, so rare, that the odds to have one, were 1 in millions. Her brain literally exploded, all over, all at once. One moment, she was fine, sitting up & talking to her brother, the next, she gasped once, opened up her eyes wide, reached for her brother,and said, 'NO!" And fell over, dead. No suffering, no warning signs. The doctors thought she had about a month left. When the pastor who officiated at her services found out about the 'vision' coming to pass exactly as fore-told, he was speechless, and hung up on me. He called back & apologized, explaining that he, a man of (supposedly) God/faith, had never received any such sign from God, although he had prayed & watched for one his entire life! He resented, he disclosed to me, me, a woman of very little faith having received a great miracle from God. He spoke of it, at my mother's services. My miracle, Sarah, my vision from God, saved my mother's soul. I used to beg Him, everyday, to bring her home. And he did. The poem 'Gone' expresses my doubts after her death. I can't believe my doubt, after the vision! I was in such deep grief. It took me 7 years to stop grieving, she was my best friend, and I still think of her every day. I know that I was told she said the prayer, but I couldn't know for surel Unless I heard it straight from my mom, saw it in her eyes. Even after being warned of how sudden her death would be, in my heart, that still did not convince me that she is in heaven. I did not experience that peaceful feeling that you described, that is what I've been searching for, my entire life!! You are part of my miracle from God, Sarah. I have never met another who has had a similar experience. Sure, I've read about them, but who knows what king of religious fanatic they might be, or what not. YOU know? Cause I'm not a fanatic, and I do not believe that you are, either.So, you are a God-send, and an answered prayer. Thanks be to God & to you, Sarah!!

 

 

 

I WISH YOU ENOUGH

I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.

Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, 'I love you and I wish you enough'.

The daughter replied, 'Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom'.

They kissed and the daughter left The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'

Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking,

But why is this a forever good-bye?'

'I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' she said.

'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?'.

She began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone'.. She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more.
'When we said , 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them'. Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.

I wish you enough
sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.

I wish you enough
rain to appreciate the sun even more.

I wish you enough
happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I wish you enough
pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.

I wish you enough
gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough
loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough
hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

She then began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them but then an entire life to forget them.


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Only if you wish send this to the people you will never forget and remember to send it back to the person who sent it to you...
If you don't send it to anyone it may mean that you are in such a hurry that you have forgotten your friends.

TAKE TIME TO LIVE...


To all my friends and Loved ones,


I WISH YOU ENOUGH
 
 

MIRACLE'S HAPPEN

So, after this time has passed, I’ve decided to let you all know what our Kill story is. I know many of you have seen where I’ve posted. Klaus’ health this, that, he can’t do this his stress won’t allow that, I figured I let you know his story. He is probably the hardest working and most gentle soul I’ve ever met. In 1998 he became very ill four days after his 40th birthday. So much in fact, he called me to bring him to the hospital. Now he is the man who won’t be seen by any doctor. He missed one day of work since he was 14 and that was the toilet blues. He couldn’t breathe. My biggest fears came to light. He had a bronchoscope done to find out why he was having difficulty breathing. No answer to be found. Meanwhile he is getting more ill as time goes by. His lung x-ray’s showed his lung shrinking. The doctor’s scratched their heads. A week and a half after he was admitted he ended up intubated. He was induced into a coma so they could let a machine breathe for him. They searched and figured he needed a lung transplant. He was diagnosed with interstitial lung disease, bronchial obliterus, and a systemic disorder. He had bronchial pneumonia, and what the doctors feared Schleroderma. This disease is an autoimmune disease where your immune system becomes stronger than you are and starts turning you off one organ at a time. It is also a hard skin disease. There are three forms of this disease. It attacks your internal organs, your muscles and your skin. Most people have one or another, but my sweet hubby has all three. Your heart sink when the Doctor can’t explain to you what this is. I did extensive research on this as did the doctors. After six days on life support he showed signs of improvement, enough to send him to Denver’s University Hospital. There he was supposed to spend four days, having a Lung transplant evaluation. After a day and a half, Klaus was on life support again, but much worse than before. His blood oxygen level was at 82 percent. You need to be over 90 percent to have adequate oxygen in your bloodstream. He was on 17 IV’s, 100 percent oxygen and 100 percent Nitric oxide. His blood pressure was extremely low 56 over 32. His heart rate was over 300 beats a minute. They had to defibrillate him 22 times over the course of a weekend. The doctors did kidney dialysis to rule out any infection there. They went into his chest to remove pressure on his heart. They inserted a catheter into his chest to drain the fluid building up around his heart, before it was crushed. They pumped him so full of fluids to try and bring his blood pressure up that he was almost not recognizable. They did blood tests every hour to find the right anti-biotic to fight this unknown infection. It was an unbelievable roller coaster ride. I had received an envelope from a friend of Klaus’, containing over 1800 dollars to help me and the girls make ends meet. I was in Denver and my daughters were here in the Springs. Taking care of business. At 16 and 17 they became the most responsible adults I had ever met. I’m very proud of them. That first Sunday he was up in Denver, I was sitting in the waiting room filling out thank you cards for everyone who had been so generous. A family came into the room wanting to watch the Bronco game on TV. I didn’t care. My family stayed down here tending to their families needs. Then the doctor had come into the waiting room. And told me something I never dreamed I would have to hear. You need to call your family. We have exhausted everything we possibly can. We don’t know what else we can do. I gave them Shirley’s phone number; She is Klaus’ younger sister. She made the calls here to have everyone come up to the hospital. I sat there numb, and just balled. I was thinking, Oh my God, how am I going to do this. Then I cried. That family had been watching the game came over to me sat down and I was admiring their baby girl. They had told me she was number 8 out of 8 children. I was thinking wow that’s where I am in a family of 10 children. Then there was a lot of the normal small talk, then the man asked me how Klaus was, and I answered. Then he asked me how the girls were handling all of this and I answered. And he then asked me the question I thought would never even be considered, How much do you love your husband. I told him of course more than the world, then he asked if I loved him enough to let him go. My heart sank. My faith had been tested so much those last three weeks and now this total stranger asks me this question? I looked at him and told him I do, I love him enough to let him go. I didn’t want to see him suffer any longer. We had a prayer and then just sat there in total silence. Then they said we have somewhere else to be, and as they were walking away, the man said, “Sarah, don’t worry anymore about Klaus he’ll be fine. God will take care of him”. Suddenly I felt this overwhelming peace, and I knew it was going to be God’s will. Over the course of that evening all of the family had came up to see him, say their prayers as did the friends. I just knew in my heart I couldn’t worry anymore. I stayed the night up there. Shirley and I had decided if he didn’t turn we would ask the doctors to disconnect because he didn’t want this. The next morning his heart rate had dropped to 88 bpm, his blood pressure had stabilized and his blood oxygen level had come back up. Of course we were so happy. A few days had gone by and I had asked the doctors if they knew who that family was, I wanted to thank them for their kindness. The doctors looked at me as if I had lost my mind. The doctor told me I was alone that day. I just sat there, no words could come…I just sat there. I then remembered the words spoken that day; I never told them my name, Klaus’ name or that I had two daughters. How could this be? I have resolved to the fact, God had sent angels; I had no other reasoning as to what had happened. Too many unknowns were in fact known. Klaus over the period of 35 days became better but still needed much help. The doctors were amazed of his turn around. God truly does answer prayers. His stay lasted for 4 ½ months. He came home on Shannon’s 18th birthday. He had lost over 90 pounds and had to learn everything all over again. How to walk, talk, eat, go to the bathroom, every little thing we take for granted became his biggest obstacles. He now has been stable for four years. He takes 22 pills a day; life-sustaining drugs and he can not work. Because the environment could kill him. But I still have him here, he sees the doctor every six weeks. Klaus doesn’t like his forced retirement, but he’s learning to deal with it. The first month he was in the hospital he almost died three times. I know I’m truly blessed to still have him here. After all of the kindness that was given to us, funds, prayers and meals; we do the Benefit shows to help give back, to help others as we were so many years ago. I’m hoping someday more awareness will come of this horrible disease, Klaus has to take a kemo drug, to keep his immune system low… this sometimes is a difficult thing to deal with knowing if someone sneezed on him the wrong way he could get very ill. But we still do the shows, So if I get at an emotional state and mention Klaus’ illness, you all know why and what. You all have become my therapy and I just felt compelled to tell you this and say Thank YOU. Never under estimate the power of God’s will and the power of prayer. Thanks for letting me share.

And that's why I became the mechanical type, I learned the hard way how to work on cars. Today I celebrate, on Friday 10 years since Klaus has got out of the hospital, The doctors finally said what we've been longing to hear for so long..... You sir, are in remission. I couldn't help but fall to my knee's and once again Thank God for allowing me to still Have that man of mine. I can only hope that you my friends can find that one true love.

fix the economy


            I love this plan!
This was an article from the  St. Petersburg on Sunday. The Business Section asked readers for ideas on "How Would You Fix the Economy?" I thought this was the BEST idea. I think this guy nailed it!
Times Newspaper

 
Dear Mr. President,
Patriotic retirement:

 
There's about 40 million people over 50 in the work force; pay them $1 million apiece severance with three stipulations:

 
1) They leave their jobs. Forty million job openings - Unemployment fixed.

 
2) They buy NEW American cars. Forty million cars ordered - Auto Industry fixed.

 
3) They either buy a house or pay off their mortgage- Housing Crisis fixed.

 All National financial problems fixed!!!

 

 

ENJOY THE RIDE

http://www.lshs64.com/enjoytheride.html

 

TRULY INSPIRATIONAL WORDS TO LIVE BY.

WITH ALL MY LOVE TO MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY,

SARAH

how to stay young

1. Try everything twice. On one w om an's t om bstone she said she wanted this epitaph: "Tried everything twice.loved it both times!" 2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down. (Keep this in mind if you are one of those grouches!) 3. Keep learning: Learn more about the c om puter, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain get idle. 'An idle mind is the devil's workshop.' And the devil's name is Alzheimer's! 4. Enjoy the simple things. 5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and lots of time with HIM/HER. 6. The tears happen: Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. LIVE while you are alive. 7. Surround yourself with what you love: Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your h om e is your refuge. 8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help. 9. Don't take guilt trips.. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is. 10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity. I love you, my special friend. 11. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second chance. And if you don't send this to at least 4 people - who cares? But do share this with s om eone. Remember! Lost time can never be found. Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting s om e kind of battle.
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