When there's such an abrupt denial as shown below, I can't help but wonder how many back pockets are being filled from those who lost the class action suits. Oh well, just another case of arrogance by those who were elected. Obviously, this is Ohio, but I'm certain other states could use the help.
By the way, might there be other instances?
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Friday, January 25, 2013
Charities
Thursday, November 29, 2012
When David Muir talks, Bob listens.....sometimes
ABC Evening News...Wednesday...11-28-12
David Muir did a nice feature on how buying American at Christmas time can create American jobs. His take was, if everyone spent $64 of their Christmas shopping budget, a large quantity of jobs would be created in the USA. Forgive me, as I can't recall the exact number, but it was substantial. KUDOS, Dave!
I spend a fair number of hours throughout the year attending moving sales, downsizing sales, garage sales, estate sales, garage sales that are advertised as estate sales, swap meets, flea markets, antique malls, thrift shops and whatever other titles humans conjure up in their attempt to separate you from your dollars. Nothing wrong with any of them. After all, that's how many a company began. It's also the basic form of social media, which means, you actually can look someone in the eyes, forming complete words that they'll understand, make new friends, exchange referrals, and....have some fun! Sadly, the current economy has forced many sellers to depart with personal goods, including heirlooms, in hopes of paying a mortgage, utility, insurance or grocery bills. But I digress.
What I saw at those aforementioned sales was an IMMENSE amount of non-USA manufactured goods. Folks, I'm talking TONS!!! One needn't be an alum of Wharton or MIT to see/understand what has been happening. Not in any particular sequence...Greed caused facilities to close as manufacturing headed out of the country and Americans lost jobs. Shareholders quickly made increased profits. (Keep in mind that snowballs don't go uphill.) One money person saw how rich another was becoming, so HE sold HIS company and had those goods produced in a lower labor market outside of the USA. HE made higher and quicker profits. More Americans lost jobs. (Can you see the snowball now?) As more snowballs are grown, more Americans are losing jobs. A handful of money people are making more money and in a very short period of time. In time, a great many Americans will not have jobs, causing the inability to afford the cheaply made products that now fill the racks and bins of American stores. Are you getting the picture?
Back to the sales venues mentioned above. The seller needs to raise money and has little room to haggle. The prospective buyer has little money and wants a bargain. The twain are having difficulty reaching an agreeable price. The buyer moves along. The seller makes no sale, but must pay rent if he is at a privately owned facility. The facility owner has less vendors than in years past. To make up, he raises the rental fees. The sellers have to raise prices to pay the rent, but the buyers are still short on funds. The sellers pull their wares because sales are dwindling. The privately owned venue closes when the dwindled rental income is not enough to cover the overhead. The local municipality loses tax revenues. Safety and fire forces are cut. Public assistance is pared. Unemployment payments run out. Less jobs are available. Food lines increase. More Americans are having garage sales and are setting up at flea markets. No one has money to spend. The sellers paid rent, but made no sales. The venue owner didn't make enough to cover overhead and shuts down his property. He has a garage sale the following week but no one came because there was no spendable money. Remaining "professional" vendors are overstocked with imported items and complain to each other about the lack of sales. I asked why they didn't sell American made goods. They told me that the costs were too high. I suggested they combine and buy American after negotiating better prices. They gave me weird looks. I asked if they were to go to a garage sale in China, might they see items made in America? More weird looks.
SO...great advice from David Muir. However, when the Christmas season is over, what then? Well, I'LL tell you what then! Go to your local establishments. Trust me...when you look, you'll find many. Explain how you'd love to keep them in business by purchasing their American made goods, but because your income is shaky at best, you'll need a discount. If he can understand that he'll stay in business by allowing an equitable discount, as opposed to closing down from zero sales, it can catch on! Ask your friends to do the same. Know ye this: You MUST CONTINUE the practice to make it successful. You can actually do without something once in awhile. In a recent interview, I heard a man ask, "If you had to leave your home in 30 minutes, what would you take?" That's a good start. In time, jobs CAN return! I fully realize I'll be branded insane, but the collective stance is what got this country going in the first place and made it a success for more than 200 years! Don't let the power driven take what is yours.
The rich are rich partly due to the risks they took and the long range sight they had and continue to have. They shouldn't have to pay for everything. After all, it was their money that made a lot possible. Our government must look inside the monstrous house they allowed to grow and begin trimming therein. With a computer driven world, the government keeps adding people to the payroll, making it the largest employer in the land. Stop voting for people who truly don't care about you. Vote for those with proven financial success. I could go on, but don't wish to veer too far off track.
David Muir did a nice feature on how buying American at Christmas time can create American jobs. His take was, if everyone spent $64 of their Christmas shopping budget, a large quantity of jobs would be created in the USA. Forgive me, as I can't recall the exact number, but it was substantial. KUDOS, Dave!
I spend a fair number of hours throughout the year attending moving sales, downsizing sales, garage sales, estate sales, garage sales that are advertised as estate sales, swap meets, flea markets, antique malls, thrift shops and whatever other titles humans conjure up in their attempt to separate you from your dollars. Nothing wrong with any of them. After all, that's how many a company began. It's also the basic form of social media, which means, you actually can look someone in the eyes, forming complete words that they'll understand, make new friends, exchange referrals, and....have some fun! Sadly, the current economy has forced many sellers to depart with personal goods, including heirlooms, in hopes of paying a mortgage, utility, insurance or grocery bills. But I digress.
What I saw at those aforementioned sales was an IMMENSE amount of non-USA manufactured goods. Folks, I'm talking TONS!!! One needn't be an alum of Wharton or MIT to see/understand what has been happening. Not in any particular sequence...Greed caused facilities to close as manufacturing headed out of the country and Americans lost jobs. Shareholders quickly made increased profits. (Keep in mind that snowballs don't go uphill.) One money person saw how rich another was becoming, so HE sold HIS company and had those goods produced in a lower labor market outside of the USA. HE made higher and quicker profits. More Americans lost jobs. (Can you see the snowball now?) As more snowballs are grown, more Americans are losing jobs. A handful of money people are making more money and in a very short period of time. In time, a great many Americans will not have jobs, causing the inability to afford the cheaply made products that now fill the racks and bins of American stores. Are you getting the picture?
Back to the sales venues mentioned above. The seller needs to raise money and has little room to haggle. The prospective buyer has little money and wants a bargain. The twain are having difficulty reaching an agreeable price. The buyer moves along. The seller makes no sale, but must pay rent if he is at a privately owned facility. The facility owner has less vendors than in years past. To make up, he raises the rental fees. The sellers have to raise prices to pay the rent, but the buyers are still short on funds. The sellers pull their wares because sales are dwindling. The privately owned venue closes when the dwindled rental income is not enough to cover the overhead. The local municipality loses tax revenues. Safety and fire forces are cut. Public assistance is pared. Unemployment payments run out. Less jobs are available. Food lines increase. More Americans are having garage sales and are setting up at flea markets. No one has money to spend. The sellers paid rent, but made no sales. The venue owner didn't make enough to cover overhead and shuts down his property. He has a garage sale the following week but no one came because there was no spendable money. Remaining "professional" vendors are overstocked with imported items and complain to each other about the lack of sales. I asked why they didn't sell American made goods. They told me that the costs were too high. I suggested they combine and buy American after negotiating better prices. They gave me weird looks. I asked if they were to go to a garage sale in China, might they see items made in America? More weird looks.
SO...great advice from David Muir. However, when the Christmas season is over, what then? Well, I'LL tell you what then! Go to your local establishments. Trust me...when you look, you'll find many. Explain how you'd love to keep them in business by purchasing their American made goods, but because your income is shaky at best, you'll need a discount. If he can understand that he'll stay in business by allowing an equitable discount, as opposed to closing down from zero sales, it can catch on! Ask your friends to do the same. Know ye this: You MUST CONTINUE the practice to make it successful. You can actually do without something once in awhile. In a recent interview, I heard a man ask, "If you had to leave your home in 30 minutes, what would you take?" That's a good start. In time, jobs CAN return! I fully realize I'll be branded insane, but the collective stance is what got this country going in the first place and made it a success for more than 200 years! Don't let the power driven take what is yours.
The rich are rich partly due to the risks they took and the long range sight they had and continue to have. They shouldn't have to pay for everything. After all, it was their money that made a lot possible. Our government must look inside the monstrous house they allowed to grow and begin trimming therein. With a computer driven world, the government keeps adding people to the payroll, making it the largest employer in the land. Stop voting for people who truly don't care about you. Vote for those with proven financial success. I could go on, but don't wish to veer too far off track.
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Monday, November 5, 2012
You still have time!!!
On my honor, I will not attempt asking you to vote for anyone in particular. Please keep in mind that 11-06-12 means electing more than a president. It means you will be voting for practically a whole new set of people in congress. Those are the representatives elected to carry out the wishes of those whom they represent, which, of course, is why I chose to overuse the word, representative. It's rather obvious they aren't, nor have they been, listening to us. If you care about your country and if you weren't able to see "60 Minutes" last night, you can see it on your computer, for free. Therein, you'll get to watch some fine interviews. I'm not referring to the one with a football player. Steve Kroft tried to elicit some intelligence from both Demorat Harry Reid and Revulsivecan Mitch McConnell as to why compromises could not be made. Their answers combined might have reached 40 on an I.Q test. The two of them couldn't even look into each other's eyes! I now officially love Olithia Snow, Republican Moderate from Maine, who announced that she will not seek re-election. Why? She's had it with those who won't even consider playing nice. I challenge all the voters in Maine to write her in and keep her intelligence at the forefront. There were other notables with equally good comments. I recommend you watch that episode in hopes you vote and vote with a clear conscience. Those chambers need a good housecleaning, and, tomorrow is a good time to begin, by not re-electing those who are in it for the money or a high paying job when they retire. Kindly keep in mind that there are independents running for many of those seats and you are allowed to vote for them. Shoot, I'd vote for my Gramma, if she were alive...she couldn't do any worse than some of those money-mongers currently occupying a nice leather chair!
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Saturday, November 3, 2012
I couldn't come up with a "fitting" word...
Today was a pretty nice day. A week of nearly steady cloud wringing came to an end. The spare sump pump was unplugged. The sun struggled and managed to pop out for a bit. (Near Lake Erie, we get a lot of gray skies this time of year.) I solved most of the New York Times crossword puzzle...Saturdays are toughies! Got a great book at a garage sale for 25 cents and found a nearly new keyboard to replace the one onto which I spilled water and had my desktop doing things Bill Gates never could imagine.
In the past 11 years, very few events have had a continuing pull on my attention: The Twin Towers, 2 Tsunamis and Sandy Storm. So much damage and so many lives lost/affected in such a short amount of time.
When mass tragedy strikes, Americans pull together...without any prompting whatsoever. They just do it! It's who we are. Income, political persuasion, ethnicity, team loyalty, schooling, etc., matter not. People merely grab anything that will help and take it to those who lost out. There are no introductions and no prejudices. There are no language barriers. The eyes tell the stories. The eyes display the loss. They eyes convey the need. In turmoil, there are the sufferers and the bringers. No borders. Just helpers. Life must go on. It will. It always does. I could quickly fill several pages, but don't need to. You know of what I speak. At one time in your lives, you needed and received, no matter how small or large. At one time in your lives, you gave, no matter how small or large. Possessions were/are not always exchanged. Times such as this tells us why God invented hugs.........yep, 'nuff said there, eh?
All that in mind, I caught a portion of the ABC news on my local affiliate. That particular segment centered on the New York Marathon's cancellation. Mayor Bloomberg, in my opinion, made the correct call. Few, if any, residents were involved in the running. They were busy in their own races against shock of loss, wet, hunger, cold, missing family and all that accompanies tragedy. Yet, the camera happened to focus on what appeared to be a nice looking blond lady that I guessed might have been in her early thirties. Her words were very close to, "We're upset, we're extremely mad that the race was called off. We traveled many miles, brought families and reserved hotel rooms." She was upset and vehement in her delivery of those words. (Here's where I couldn't come up with a "fitting word" to describe her audacity). In lieu of that, I will stifle the urge to introduce her neck to my knuckles. One wonders what could be done to satisfy this obviously self-entitled ------, ------, ------, ------. Even if the race COULD have been, the entrants would all have to run over, around and through the rubble. Did she consider that? I have to stop here, as I could go on for pages, but don't need to. All I can suggest is that she sue God and may she hope to never experience what she was so put out by.
God bless America.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Mothers Day Serenade

Even if you've not been a genetic Mom, it's a good bet that you've nurtured children in one fashion or another.
Please enjoy some of those thoughts that I've collected over time.....
Real Mothers don't eat quiche; They don't have time to make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried play dough doesn't come out of carpets.
Real Mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.
Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?' and get their answer when a little voice says, 'Because I love you best.'
Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not measured by height or years or grade...
It is marked by the progression of Mama to Mommy to Mom to Mother....
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The Images of Mother
4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything,
She can fix nearly everything and that NEVER will change because she will ALWAYS try!!
THAT’S JUST THE WAY MOMS ARE!!
8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it!
35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure she carries, or the way she combs up her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!
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The good Lord has BLESSED us all with "our very own angel"
I called my angel "MATKA"
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Whether it's Ma, Mom, Mommy or Mother...Whether you have your own children or help raise the children of others...Whether you are a Mom to other than family or perhaps animals...The below is from one who knows about Moms. Althought THIS is Mother's Day, a Mom is needed EVERY day!
This is for those mothers...
Who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Meyer weiners and cherry Kool-Aid, saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end ,soothing crying babies who couldn't be comforted.
Who came to work with spit-up in their hair, milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purses.
Who run carpools, bake cookies and sew Hallowe'en costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
Who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
Whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
Who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and meant it.
Who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
Who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the grand mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
Who go hungry, so their children can eat.
Who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
Who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
Who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
Whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.
Who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
Whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
Who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
Of the victims of recent school shootings, and the m! others o f those who did the shooting.
Of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
Who taught their children to be peacful, and now pray that they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway?
Is it patience?
Compassion?
Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sewa button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?
Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child ! when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us.
Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray.
"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."
Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.
(I just did)
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Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:
Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.
How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.
What ingredients are mothers made of ?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.
Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.
What kind of little girl was your mom?
1. My Mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.
What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?
Why did your mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.
Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.
What's the difference between moms & dads?
1. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.
What does your mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.
What would it take to make your mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.
If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.
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Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Invest Wisely Every Now and Zen
For many a year, I've not liked carrying change in my pocket. Upon getting home, I always toss the coins into a container of some sort. THIS year, it has been a thick plastic jar, of unknown origin, albeit quite clean, thank you! It no longer makes any sense to roll coins, because, if your bank resembles mine, they open the rolls and and empty them into a coin counter. Not feeling industrious enough to drive to my institute of higher(?) earning, I posted the following on craigslist.
"5-1/2" High X 5" diameter jar, filled with late model nickels, dimes, quarters and some half-dollars. It weighs approximately 10 pounds. Of late, it has become a burden to carry the container from one location to another. Swimming/Diving lessons begin soon and I'd rather not be burdened when that gets going. I am willing to sacrifice this collection for an equal weight of early or late USA Mint paper money. Denomination is not important. Wrinkles and folds are acceptable. Although not formally schooled in gold, I'd entertain trading for the same weight in that commodity and I suppose a mix of both would also be considered. Your offers must contain 100% legal goods. Counterfeit and photo copies not eligible. Phone numbers must be submitted for consideration. Spammers must show certification papers from a local, accredited psychiatric facility with legible signature of the director.
"5-1/2" High X 5" diameter jar, filled with late model nickels, dimes, quarters and some half-dollars. It weighs approximately 10 pounds. Of late, it has become a burden to carry the container from one location to another. Swimming/Diving lessons begin soon and I'd rather not be burdened when that gets going. I am willing to sacrifice this collection for an equal weight of early or late USA Mint paper money. Denomination is not important. Wrinkles and folds are acceptable. Although not formally schooled in gold, I'd entertain trading for the same weight in that commodity and I suppose a mix of both would also be considered. Your offers must contain 100% legal goods. Counterfeit and photo copies not eligible. Phone numbers must be submitted for consideration. Spammers must show certification papers from a local, accredited psychiatric facility with legible signature of the director.
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Thursday, March 20, 2008
While the Coffee Brewed...

(Written 3-29-00, when I was with an Outreach Ministry that operated per Matthew 25:35)
Before the sun rises, MY world begins
Early morning is NOT for me
But I revel in the selfish quiet
It’s all I’ll have today
Today, I’ll hear the cries of hunger---the rasps of thirst
I’ll see the naked
Feel the loneliness of the imprisoned
And the despair of the afflicted
From that bleak rises a storm of compassion
Bolts of empathy powered by surges of caring
Surrounding me are the arms and hearts of those who TRULY care
They give…they love
They don’t stop
Can we help or save them all---or even SOME?
Are we on the right path?
Frustrated at times…I look to the sky
And there…..peering from behind a cloud
I see God and Matthew.....
I SEE GOD AND MATTHEW SMILE!
Before the sun rises, MY world begins
Early morning is NOT for me
But I revel in the selfish quiet
It’s all I’ll have today
Today, I’ll hear the cries of hunger---the rasps of thirst
I’ll see the naked
Feel the loneliness of the imprisoned
And the despair of the afflicted
From that bleak rises a storm of compassion
Bolts of empathy powered by surges of caring
Surrounding me are the arms and hearts of those who TRULY care
They give…they love
They don’t stop
Can we help or save them all---or even SOME?
Are we on the right path?
Frustrated at times…I look to the sky
And there…..peering from behind a cloud
I see God and Matthew.....
I SEE GOD AND MATTHEW SMILE!
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Giving to and Helping Others
What Prompts YOU to Give?
Years back, my “Taking on the World,” 20-ish daughter would pop over to help watch, “Life Goes On”, a TV show about a family raising a son with Down’s Syndrome, in addition to the healthy siblings. The stories were almost always touching, so I re-named it, “Make Me Cry”, reflecting my “tough” child’s weekly response. Oh, I too had my share of hard swallows!
Since then, we’ve had the likes of, *Touched By an Angel, *Joan of Arcadia, Extreme Makeover-Home Edition and now, Oprah’s, The Big Give. Granted, some *stories were created in the writing room, yet, I felt someone was indeed experiencing a similar problem. I hardly ever miss Extreme Makeover. On one hand, I am SO proud of how a community unites to rescue people from the cracks of life. On the other hand, it upsets me that perhaps nothing would happen without the intervention of Ty Pennington, his gang of “elves” and all the donating sponsors. Granted, donor companies get a tremendous amount of low-cost exposure, but that’s how the world spins today. On the third hand, maybe we truly are at the point of re-awakening the spirit of man helping man!
I spent 9 years with a ministry and food bank assisting a multitude of the poor, fire victims, homeless, abuse victims, drug/alcohol rehabs, physical/mental dependents, down-sized job loss, low income and anyone else needing help. There’s not enough space to say how easy it was to get sick or really upset at some of the conditions in which people barely exist. It can get to you, but you become as does the battlefield Medic who treats quickly to stop the bleeding, then moves on to the next of the oh so many wounded.
There’s a book in all of this, but for now, you just need to know that many outsiders could not/would not believe how much a small group could accomplish, but we had the records to bear witness. In many neighborhoods are small advocacy groups who sleep very little in the quest of helping others get at least some of what they need. Their budgets don’t allow for advertising, so you might have one on your street and not even be aware.
SO…what can YOU do? Your cupboard or pantry definitely has canned/boxed groceries that never got past the good intention of a new recipe. Included are items that you couldn’t pay the kids to eat. Donate them to the local food bank. Hunger goes beyond holidays! Dressers and closets teem with clothes worn once or never…some still tagged! There are utensils, duplicate dishes, pots and pans that will never cook tapioca on your stove. In the linen closet is a sheet, blanket, pillowcase or towel that will never get off the bottom of that pile. Walk around the house, garage and basement. Outside of holiday decorations, if you haven’t used it in a month, odds are you never will.
Open the phone book or go online to locate organizations that can re-use your serviceable offerings. Some will pick up. Ask for a tax deduction receipt. Donate clean goods, working appliances and unbroken furniture. If you belong to a church, tell them what you have available. Chances are, someone in the congregation or neighborhood needs it and not much gasoline will be used to transfer it. You can help and you’ll feel better for having done so. Also, it never hurts to say “hi” to a stranger, pass along a smile, give a hug and even volunteer. And, there you have it!
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