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Make Your Day!!

My Dad - The Tough Guy?

Told live at a Moth show at Nuyorican Poets Cafe in New York, NY

From Reader's Digest

ILLUSTRATION BY C.F. PAYNE


Lackland Air Force Base, Texas. I remember the first scar I ever got—it was actually two scars.

I was six years old, teaching my little buddy next door how to golf. I’d taken my dad’s bag of golf clubs and dragged it out in the yard.

I wanted to show my friend how to hit the ball, so I stood behind him and had him choke up on the nine iron. I was all gung-ho to be a teacher. I coached him on the backswing and then the follow-through. And then he whaled back and hit me in the head. The nine iron took a chunk out of the back right quarter of my scalp and, on the follow-through, hit me on the other side. I had two giant flaps of skin peeled off my skull.

The blood just starts pouring down. I put my hands up, and I feel the soft, wet part and then the little bristly, hairy part. I pushed my scalp back up and went running into my house.


I’ll never forget the look on my mother’s face. She’s in the kitchen with her cat’s-eye glasses, talking on one of those black rotary-dial phones. She just let go of the phone. I had blood running down my arms and all over my little white T-shirt. She made this dying pigeon noise and called my dad, told him to meet us at the emergency room.

We pull up to the ER at Lackland Air Force Base. My dad was a drill sergeant. Rolled-up sleeves, the tan uniform, the Smokey the Bear hat.

His job all day long was to yell at guys, tell them that they were no good and that his grandmother could do everything they could do, but better.

He comes in and says, “Where’s my son?” And there I am on the table, drenched in blood.

The doctor says, “We’ve gotta shave a li’l bit there, and then we gotta stitch him up.”

And my dad’s there and he’s holding my foot. He’s looking at me. He’s like, “Are you OK?”

But I heard, “ARE YOU OK?”

So I was like, “Yes, sir! I’m OK. No problem.”

The doctor tells my dad, “Stay here. I gotta go get the needle.”

My dad looks at me, and then his eyes roll back in his head … and he drops. I think he’s trying to make me laugh, trying to give me a little encouragement. I’m laughing.

But on the way down, my father hit his head on the end of that metal table so bad, it caught his eye socket and ripped.

I’m lying on the table, saying, “Dad, that’s funny. Um, where are you?”

And then the surgeon comes in, and he’s like, “What the … !”

My dad was unconscious in a giant pool of blood, his uniform completely drenched. The doctor lowers the table; we get my dad onto the thing. He’s stitching my dad up, and I’m watching and helping. And my dad is out cold. He gets 16 stitches from the corner of his eye all the way back up.

Then the surgeon says, “Help me put your dad in the wheelchair.”

And then the surgeon stitches up my superficial scalp wounds. Once I’m all stitched up, he wraps my whole head. I’ve got the Q-tip-looking head with the blood spots soaking through.

My dad is still out cold, and the surgeon goes, “Just push him out to your mom, OK?”

And my mother is in the waiting room. I come out pushing my father in the wheelchair, but I’m not very tall, so I’m kinda looking over the side. I’ll never forget the look on my mother’s face.

Thank goodness she was sitting down when she fainted.



Ed Gavagan, 54, owns a furniture and design company. He lives in New York City with his wife and daughter.

"The Holes I Put Into You"

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there."

The little boy then understood how powerful his words were. He looked up at his father and said "I hope you can forgive me father for the holes I put in you."

"Of course I can," said the father.

It's not always anger, it is your actions in general. There are no "fresh starts" in life. There is no new beginning. Forgiveness comes easy for many people but the scars of the past, they never go away. Watch what you do today, because sometimes the price isn't worth the reward.

A Restaurant Manager Who Knows His Public Relations Because He's A Dad!

Read The Open Letter This Restaurant Manager Wrote To A Woman And Her Child Who Was Being Loud

March 14, 2016

A restaurant manager was asked by a table if he could say something to another table about the child being too loud. This is what he wants that family to know...

Left: Tony Posnanski / Right: stock photo 

To the woman and child who sat at table 9,I did not introduce myself to you.

My name is Tony Posnanski. I have been a restaurant manager for fifteen years now. My day consists of making sure my restaurant runs well. That could mean washing dishes, cooking and sometimes even serving tables. I have also dealt with every guest complaint you can imagine.

A few weeks back you came into my restaurant. I was very busy that night. I was running around helping the kitchen cook food. I was asked to talk to a table close to yours. I did and they said your child was being very loud. I heard some yelling while I was talking to that table. I heard a very loud beep from a young girl.

I started to walk to your table. You knew what I was going to ask. You saw the table I just spoke to pointing at you. I got to your table and you looked at me. You wanted the first word. You said… "Do you know what it is like to have a child with Autism?"

You were not rude when you asked the question. In fact, you were quite sincere. Your daughter could not have been more than five years old. She was beautiful and looked scared that I was at the table. She looked like she thought she was in trouble.

In fifteen years I do not have a lot of memorable moments as a restaurant manager. I remember some guests who were mad that their burger was not the way they wanted it. I remember a woman who called corporate on me because she said I gave her a regular Coke instead of a Diet Coke. I remember having to cut people off from drinking alcohol and I remember having to tell tables to have their child be quieter.

However, I do remember everything about the day my son was born. How I cried when I heard him cry. How I stood there and told him I would do anything for him and be the best father possible. I remember the day I married my wife. How I cried and promised to be the best husband possible. I remember the day my daughter was born. I did not cry that day. I was just so relieved because I lost a child two years earlier.

I know what I was supposed to say when I went to your table. I was supposed to politely tell you to please not have your daughter yell. I was supposed to offer to move you to another area. I was supposed to offend you by not offending you…

I did not do any of that.

Instead I just told you I hoped your meal was awesome. I high-fived your daughter and then I told you that your meal was on us tonight. It was only sixteen dollars. It meant more to me than that. I do not think the other guests I spoke to were happy about it. At that moment it did not matter to me.

I do not know how you reacted. I had to leave to go cook because the kitchen was not doing very good that night. When the server asked me why I bought the food I just said you did not enjoy your steak. I did not tell anyone what you said to me. I was thankful you did say it to me though.

You asked me a question that I did not answer. The truth is I do not know what it is like to have a child with Autism. I know what it is like to be a father. I know what it is like to be a husband. I know what it is like to not tell his wife how much he loves her enough. I know what it is like to want to spend more time with his children.

You asked me the question right away. You have been through this before in other restaurants. I did not want to be like other managers for one moment. I did not want to tell you what you always heard.

Honestly, I wrote this to you and your beautiful daughter because I wanted to thank you both.  You have given me a great restaurant memory. One that I needed for the last fifteen years.  You also taught me a valuable lesson…

Sometimes doing the right thing does not make everyone happy; just the people who need it the most.

Sincerely,

Tony Posnanski

Greatest Dad Wins Ever

Dad Gives Away His Daughter In A Very Unique Way!

Heavenly Father and 

Earthly Father Made 

Her What She Is . . . . 

Who Gives This Woman?

A video of a father giving his daughter away in marriage.  Watch and enjoy!

The Most Touching Speech Made 

by Bride's Father to the Groom 

Let's Talk Truth

This is one brave gal who 0WNS the truth! She lived it, and understands it!

HEATHER BARWICK
 


PARENTING
Dear Gay Community: Your Kids Are Hurting
I loved my mom’s partner, but another mom could never have replaced the father I lost.

Gay community, I am your daughter. My mom raised me with her same-sex partner back in the ’80s and ’90s. She and my dad were married for a little while. She knew she was gay before they got married, but things were different back then. That’s how I got here. It was complicated as you can imagine. She left him when I was two or three because she wanted a chance to be happy with someone she really loved: a woman.

My dad wasn’t a great guy, and after she left him he didn’t bother coming around anymore.

Do you remember that book, “Heather Has Two Mommies”? That was my life. My mom, her partner, and I lived in a cozy little house in the ‘burbs of a very liberal and open-minded area. Her partner treated me as if I was her own daughter. Along with my mom’s partner, I also inherited her tight-knit community of gay and lesbian friends. Or maybe they inherited me?

Either way, I still feel like gay people are my people. I’ve learned so much from you. You taught me how to be brave, especially when it is hard. You taught me empathy. You taught me how to listen. And how to dance. You taught me not be afraid of things that are different. And you taught me how to stand up for myself, even if that means I stand alone.

I’m writing to you because I’m letting myself out of the closet: I don’t support gay marriage. But it might not be for the reasons that you think.

Children Need a Mother and Father
It’s not because you’re gay. I love you, so much. It’s because of the nature of the same-sex relationship itself.

Growing up, and even into my 20s, I supported and advocated for gay marriage. It’s only with some time and distance from my childhood that I’m able to reflect on my experiences and recognize the long-term consequences that same-sex parenting had on me. And it’s only now, as I watch my children loving and being loved by their father each day, that I can see the beauty and wisdom in traditional marriage and parenting.

Same-sex marriage and parenting withholds either a mother or father from a child while telling him or her that it doesn’t matter. That it’s all the same. But it’s not. A lot of us, a lot of your kids, are hurting. My father’s absence created a huge hole in me, and I ached every day for a dad. I loved my mom’s partner, but another mom could never have replaced the father I lost.

I grew up surrounded by women who said they didn’t need or want a man. Yet, as a little girl, I so desperately wanted a daddy. It is a strange and confusing thing to walk around with this deep-down unquenchable ache for a father, for a man, in a community that says that men are unnecessary. There were times I felt so angry with my dad for not being there for me, and then times I felt angry with myself for even wanting a father to begin with. There are parts of me that still grieve over that loss today.

I’m not saying that you can’t be good parents. You can. I had one of the best. I’m also not saying that being raised by straight parents means everything will turn out okay. We know there are so many different ways that the family unit can break down and cause kids to suffer: divorce, abandonment, infidelity, abuse, death, etc. But by and large, the best and most successful family structure is one in which kids are being raised by both their mother and father.

Why Can’t Gay People’s Kids Be Honest?
Gay marriage doesn’t just redefine marriage, but also parenting. It promotes and normalizes a family structure that necessarily denies us something precious and foundational. It denies us something we need and long for, while at the same time tells us that we don’t need what we naturally crave. That we will be okay. But we’re not. We’re hurting.

Kids of divorced parents are allowed to say, “Hey, mom and dad, I love you, but the divorce crushed me and has been so hard. It shattered my trust and made me feel like it was my fault. It is so hard living in two different houses.” Kids of adoption are allowed to say, “Hey, adoptive parents, I love you. But this is really hard for me. I suffer because my relationship with my first parents was broken. I’m confused and I miss them even though I’ve never met them.”

But children of same-sex parents haven’t been given the same voice. It’s not just me. There are so many of us. Many of us are too scared to speak up and tell you about our hurt and pain, because for whatever reason it feels like you’re not listening. That you don’t want to hear. If we say we are hurting because we were raised by same-sex parents, we are either ignored or labeled a hater.

This isn’t about hate at all. I know you understand the pain of a label that doesn’t fit and the pain of a label that is used to malign or silence you. And I know that you really have been hated and that you really have been hurt. I was there, at the marches, when they held up signs that said, “God hates fags” and “AIDS cures homosexuality.” I cried and turned hot with anger right there in the street with you. But that’s not me. That’s not us.

I know this is a hard conversation. But we need to talk about it. If anyone can talk about hard things, it’s us. You taught me that.

Heather Barwick was raised by her mother and her mother's same-sex partner. She is a former gay-marriage advocate turned children's rights activist. She is a wife and mother of four rambunctious kids.

Conversation with God

Conversation between God And a Man.

Man: Heavenly Father, can I ask You a question?
HF: Sure

Man: Promise You won’t get mad …
HF: I promise

Man: Why did You let so much stuff happen to me today?
HF: What do you mean?

Man: Well, I woke up late
HF: Yes

Man: My car took forever to start
HF: Okay

Man: at lunch they made my sandwich wrong & I had to wait
HF: Huummm

Man: On the way home, my phone went DEAD, just as I picked up a call
HF: All right

Man: And on top of it all off, when I got home, I just want to soak my feet in my new foot massager & relax. BUT it wouldn’t work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did You do that?
HF: Let me see, the death angel was at your bed this morning & I had to send one of My Angels to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through that

Man (humbled): OH
HF: I didn’t let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route that would have hit you if you were on the road.

Man: (ashamed)
HF: The first person who made your sandwich today was sick & I didn’t want you to catch what they have, I knew you couldn’t afford to miss work.

Man (embarrassed): Okay
HF: Your phone went dead because the person that was calling was going to give false witness about what you said on that call, I didn’t even let you talk to them so you would be covered.

Man (softly): I see
HF: Oh and that foot massager, it had a shortage that was going to throw out all of the power in your house tonight. I didn’t think you wanted to be in the dark.

Man: I’m Sorry
HF: Don’t be sorry, just learn to Trust Me…. in All things, the Good & the bad.

Man: I will trust You.
HF: And don’t doubt that My plan for your day is Always Better than your plan.

Man: I won’t Heavenly Father. And let me just tell you, Thank You for Everything today.
HF: You’re welcome child. It was just another day being your Heavenly Father and I Love looking after My Children…



I'm sorry to disturb you! 

I am your Heavenly Father. You hardly have time for me. I love you and always bless you. 

I am always with you.  I need you to spend 30 minutes of your time with Me today. Don't pray. Just praise.

Why Do we feel sleepy in Prayer,
But stay awake through a 3 hour movie?

Why are we so bored when we look at the HOLY BOOK, But find it easy to read other books?

Why is it so easy to ignore a message about God, Yet we forward the nasty ones?

Why are Prayers getting smaller,
But bars and clubs are expanding?
Why is it so easy to worship a celebrity,

But very difficult to engage with God?

God  said:
If you deny me in front of your
friends, I will deny you on the day of judgment:

When one door closes, God opens two

God has no BLACKBERRY but he's my favorite contact ... !!

He is not on FACEBOOK but he is my best friend .... !!
He is not on TWITTER but I still follow him ....

& even without the INTERNET I am always connected to him .....!!

He is not on WHATSAPP but he's always online

A SMILE For Your Day!!!

This is happiness expressed!!

Dog sees dad after he was gone for 6 months!

Miracle Baby Cuddle

Please spend your valuable 2 minutes on reading this miraculous story about Mom and her New Born Baby.. Please 

When Carolyn Isbister put her 1lb 30oz. baby on her chest for a cuddle, she thought that it would be the ONLY CHANCE she would ever have to hold her. Doctors had told the parents that baby Rachel only had only MINUTES TO LIVE because her heart was beating once every ten seconds and she was not breathing.

"I didn’t want her to die being cold," Carolyn says, "so I lifted her out of her blanket and put her against my skin to warm her up. Her feet were so cold. It was the only cuddle I was going to have with her, so I wanted to remember the moment.”

Then something remarkable happened: the warmth of her mother’s skin kick started Rachael’s heart into beating properly, which allowed her to take little breaths of her own.

"We couldn’t believe it – and neither could the doctors. She let out a tiny cry. The doctors came in and said there was still no hope – but I wasn’t letting go of her. We had her blessed by the hospital chaplain, and waited for her to slip away. But she still hung on."

And then amazingly the pink color began to return to her cheeks. She literally was turning from gray to pink before our eyes, and she began to warm up too.

The sad part is that when the baby was born, doctors took one look at her and said ‘no’. They didn’t even try to help her with her breathing as they said it would just prolong her dying.

"Everyone just gave up on her,” says Carolyn.

At 24 weeks a womb infection had led to her premature labor and birth. Says Carolyn (who also has two children Samuel, 10, and Kirsten, 8 ): “We were terrified we were going to lose her. I had suffered three miscarriages before, so we didn’t think there was much hope.”

When Rachael was born she was grey and lifeless. Ian Laing, a consultant neonatologist at the hospital, said: “All the signs were that the little one was not going to make it and we took the decision to let mum have a cuddle as it was all we could do.
Two hours later the wee thing was crying."

"This is indeed a miracle baby," adds the doctor, "and I have seen nothing like it in my 27 years of practice. I have not the slightest doubt that mother’s love saved her daughter.”

Rachael was moved onto a ventilator where she continued to make steady progress and was tube and syringe fed her mother’s pumped breastmilk.

“The doctors said that she had proved she was a fighter and that she now deserved some intensive care as there was some hope," says Carolyn. "Rachael did it all on her own – without any medical intervention or drugs. She had clung on to life – and it was all because of that cuddle."

The cuddle had warmed up her body and regulated her heart and breathing enough for her to start fighting. At 5 weeks she was taken off the ventilator and began breastfeeding on her own. At four months Rachel went home with her parents, weighing 8lbs – the same as any other healthy newborn.

Because Rachel had suffered from a lack of oxygen doctors said there was a high risk of damage to her brain. But a scan showed no evidence of any problems and today Rachel is on par with her peers.

"She is doing so well," says Carolyn, smiling. "When we brought her home, the doctors told us that she was a remarkable little girl. And most of all, she just loves her cuddles. She will sleep for hours, just curled into my chest. It was that first cuddle which saved her life – and I’m just so glad I trusted my instinct and picked her up when I did. Otherwise she wouldn’t be here today.”

The Parent Rap

THE VIETNAM WALL

The Vietnam Veterans Memorial Web Site

Interesting Veterans Statistics of the Vietnam Memorial Wall

There are 58,267 names now listed on that polished black wall, including those added in 2010.

The names are arranged in the order in which they were taken from us by date and within each date the names are alphabetized. It is hard to believe it is 36 years since the last casualties.

The first known casualty was Richard B. Fitzgibbon, of North Weymouth , Mass. Listed by the U.S. Department of Defense as having been killed on June 8, 1956. His name is listed on the Wall with that of his son, Marine Corps Lance Cpl. Richard B. Fitzgibbon III, who was killed on Sept. 7, 1965.

There are three sets of fathers and sons on the Wall.

39,996 on the Wall were just 22 or younger.

8,283 were just 19 years old.

The largest age group, 33,103 were 18 years old.

12 soldiers on the Wall were 17 years old.

5 soldiers on the Wall were 16 years old.

One soldier, PFC Dan Bullock was 15 years old.

997 soldiers were killed on their first day in Vietnam ..

1,448 soldiers were killed on their last day in Vietnam ..

31 sets of brothers are on the Wall.

Thirty one sets of parents lost two of their sons.

54 soldiers attended Thomas Edison High School in Philadelphia . I wonder why so many from one school.

8 Women are on the Wall. Nursing the wounded.

244 soldiers were awarded the Medal of Honor during the Vietnam War; 153 of them are on the Wall.

Beallsville, Ohio with a population of 475 lost 6 of her sons.

West Virginia had the highest casualty rate per capita in the nation. There are 711 West Virginians on the Wall.

The Marines of Morenci - They led some of the scrappiest high school football and basketball teams that the little Arizona copper town of Morenci (pop. 5,058) had ever known and cheered. They enjoyed roaring beer busts. In quieter moments, they rode horses along the Coronado Trail, stalked deer in the Apache National Forest. And in the patriotic camaraderie typical of Morenci's mining families, the nine graduates of Morenci High enlisted as a group in the Marine Corps. Their service began on Independence Day, 1966. Only 3 returned home.

The Buddies of Midvale - LeRoy Tafoya, Jimmy Martinez, Tom Gonzales were all boyhood friends and lived on three consecutive streets in Midvale, Utah on Fifth, Sixth and Seventh avenues. They lived only a few yards apart. They played ball at the adjacent sandlot ball field. And they all went to Vietnam. In a span of 16 dark days in late 1967, all three would be killed. LeRoy was killed on Wednesday, Nov. 22, the fourth anniversary of John F. Kennedy's assassination. Jimmy died less than 24 hours later on Thanksgiving Day. Tom was shot dead assaulting the enemy on Dec. 7, Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day.

The most casualty deaths for a single day was on January 31, 1968 ~ 245 deaths.

The most casualty deaths for a single month was May 1968 - 2,415 casualties were incurred.

For most Americans who read this they will only see the numbers that the Vietnam War created. To those of us who survived the war, and to the families of those who did not, we see the faces, we feel the pain that these numbers created. We are, until we too pass away, haunted with these numbers, because they were our friends, fathers, husbands, wives, sons and daughters. There are no noble wars, just noble warriors.

February 2012

Happy Father's Day

Magnum salutes and celebrates fathers around the world.

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UNITED STATES—1995.
© Elliott Erwitt / Magnum Photos

 ARMENIA—Visitors at a village on the Lake Sevan, 1972.

© Henri Cartier-Bresson / Magnum Photos

 BOUGIVAL, France—1956.

© Henri Cartier-Bresson / Magnum Photos

 ALABAMA—Black Americans, 1965.

© Bruce Davidson / Magnum Photos

 GOLFE-JUAN, France—Pablo Picasso with his son Claude, 1951.

© ROBERT CAPA © 2001 By Cornell Capa / Magnum Photos

 BROOKLYN, N.Y.—A mixed-race family. 

The father and son lift weights while the mother makes the bed, 1963.

© Leonard Freed / Magnum Photos

 BOSNIA and HERZEGOVINA—1995.

© Nikos Economopoulos / Magnum Photos

 CHICAGO—This boy’s father traded paintings for piano lessons, 1948.

© Wayne Miller / Magnum Photos

 JERUSALEM—Religious Jews at home in Mea Shearim, 1967.

© Leonard Freed / Magnum Photos

 WYOMING—1954.

© Elliott Erwitt / Magnum Photos

 LONDON—A man with his daughter and kitten in London's East End, 1972.

© Ian Berry / Magnum Photos

 UNITED KINGDOM—Jailhouse John and his dad, 1977.

© Chris Steele-Perkins / Magnum Photos

 NUEVO LAREDO, Mexico—1996.

© Alex Webb / Magnum Photos

 ROYAN, France— French photographer Jean Gaumy with his daughter 

at the Palmyre Zoo, 1978.

© Jean Gaumy / Magnum Photos

 WARSOP, United Kingdom—A miner and daughters in Nottinghamshire, 1974.

© Richard Kalvar / Magnum Photos

 EAST HAMPTON, N.Y.—1984.

© Elliott Erwitt / Magnum Photos

 SAINT-EMILION, France—A father and daughter taking a bath, 1977.

© Richard Kalvar / Magnum Photos

 IRELAND—Anjelica and John Huston at home, 1968.

© Eve Arnold / Magnum Photos

 SAN FRANCISCO—"I feel comfortable with my daughter. 

I honestly believe that my job is to wipe her nose, slap her on the rear, 

and get her going to be productive. That's where I find pleasure," 

1981 © Jim Goldberg / Magnum Photos

 LONDON—The under-12 ballroom-dancing championships at Royal Albert Hall. 

A father dances with his daughter during a break from the main competition, 1963.

© David Hurn / Magnum Photos

 TAIWAN—Kun-hsun Chen of Taichung bids farewell to her parents 

on her wedding day, 1997.

© Chien-Chi Chang / Magnum Photos

NEW YORK CITY—1983.
© Elliott Erwitt / Magnum Photos

Sept 2008

Life Lessons From Dad

Muhammad Ali's advice to his daughters . . . Powerful!

An incident transpired when Muhammad Ali’s daughters arrived at his home wearing clothes that were quite revealing.

Here is the story as told by one of his daughters:

“When we finally arrived, the chauffeur escorted my younger sister, Laila, and me up to my father’s suite. As usual, he was hiding behind the door waiting to scare us. We exchanged many hugs and kisses as we could possibly give in one day.

My father took a good look at us. Then he sat me down on his lap and said something that I will never forget. He looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Hana, everything that God made valuable in the world is covered and hard to get to.

Where do you find diamonds? Deep down in the ground, covered and protected.
Where do you find pearls? Deep down at the bottom of the ocean, covered up and protected in a beautiful shell.
Where do you find gold? Way down in the mine, covered over with layers and layers of rock. You've got to work hard to get to them.”


He looked at me with serious eyes. “Your body is sacred. You’re far more precious than diamonds and pearls, and you should be covered too.”


From the book: More Than A Hero: Muhammad Ali's Life Lessons Through His Daughter's Eyes.

WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING

WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING 

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my
first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately
wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a
stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind
to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my
favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little
things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard you say a
prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always
talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a
meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I
learned that we all have to help take care of each other.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care
of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have
to take care of what we are given.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you
handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't
feel good, and I learned that I would have to be
responsible when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come
from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things
hurt, but it's all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you
cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be..

When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most of
life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and
productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and
wanted to say,' Thanks for all the things I saw when
you thought I wasn't looking.'

LITTLE EYES SEE A LOT 

Each of us - 

parent - grandparent - aunt - 

uncle - teacher - friend 

influences the life of a child. 

How will you touch the life of someone today? 

Live simply. 

Love generously. 

Care deeply. 

Speak kindly. 

Leave the rest to God.


December 2011

Our Country's REAL Christian Roots

Did you know that  52 of the 55 signers of
The Declaration of Independence were orthodox,
deeply committed Christians?
The other three all believed in the Bible as  the divine truth,
the God of scripture, and His personal intervention.  

  It is the same congress that formed 
the American Bible Society.
Immediately after creating the  
Declaration of Independence,
the Continental Congress voted to purchase
and import 20,000 copies of scripture 
for the people of this nation.  

  Patrick Henry, 
who is called the firebrand of the American Revolution,
is still remembered for his words,
'Give me liberty or give me death.'
But in current textbooks, 
the  context of these words is deleted.
Here is what he said:
'An appeal to arms and the God of hosts 
is all that is left us.
But we shall not fight our battle alone.
There is a just God that presides 
over the destinies of nations.
The battle sir, is not of the strong alone.
Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased 
at the price of chains and slavery?
Forbid it almighty God.
I know not what course others may take,
but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death.'  
These sentences have been erased from our textbooks.

Was Patrick Henry a Christian? 
The following year, 1776, he wrote this:
 'It cannot be emphasized too strongly or too often
that this great nation was founded not by religionists,
but by Christians; not on religion, 
but on the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
For that reason alone,
people of other faiths have been 
afforded freedom of worship here.'

Consider these  words that Thomas Jefferson wrote 

on the front of his well-worn Bible:  

'I  am a Christian, 
that is to say a disciple of the doctrines of Jesus.
I  have little doubt that our whole country 
will soon be rallied to the unity of our Creator and,
I hope, to the pure doctrine of Jesus also.'  

Consider these words from 
George Washington,
the Father of our Nation,
in his farewell speech on 
September 19, 1796:

'It is impossible to govern the world 
without God and the Bible.
Of all the dispositions and habits 
that lead to political prosperity,
our religion and morality 
are the indispensable supporters.
Let us with caution indulge the supposition 
that morality can be maintained without religion.
Reason and experience both forbid us to 
expect that our national morality
can prevail in exclusion of religious principle.'   

Was  George Washington a Christian? 
Consider these words from his personal prayer book:

'Oh, eternal and everlasting God, 
direct my thoughts, words and work.
Wash away my sins in the immaculate blood 
of the lamb and purge my heart by the Holy Spirit.
Daily, frame me more and more in the likeness of thy son, 
Jesus Christ,
that living in thy fear, and dying in thy favor,
I may in thy appointed time obtain the resurrection 
of the justified unto  eternal life.
Bless, O Lord, the whole race of mankind and
let the world be filled with the knowledge 
of thy son, Jesus Christ.

Consider these  words by John Adams, our second president,
who also served as chairman of  the American Bible Society.

In  an address to military leaders he said,
'We have no government armed with the power 
capable of contending with human passions,
unbridled by morality and true religion.
Our constitution was made only for a 
moral and religious people.
It is wholly inadequate to the 
government of any other.'  

How about our first Court Justice, John Jay?

He  stated that when we select our national leaders,
if we are to preserve our Nation, 
we must  select Christians.
'Providence has given to our people 
the choice of their rulers
and it is the duty as well as the privilege
 and interest of our Christian Nation to select
and prefer Christians for their rulers.'  

John Quincy Adams, son of John Adams, was the sixth U.S. President. 

He  was also the chairman 
of the American Bible Society,
(which he considered his highest 
and most important role).
On July 4, 1821, President Adams said,
'The highest glory of the American Revolution was this:
it connected in one indissoluble bond 
the principles of civil government
with the  principles of Christianity.'

Calvin Coolidge, our 30th President of the United States 

reaffirmed this  truth when he wrote,

'The  foundations of our society
and our government rest so much 
on the  teachings of the Bible
that it would be difficult to support them 
if faith in these teachings
would cease to be practically 
universal in our country.'

  In 1782, the United States Congress 
voted this resolution:
'The congress of the United States 
recommends and approves the 
Holy Bible for use in all  schools.'

William Holmes McGuffey is the author 
of the McGuffey Reader,
which was used for over 100 years in our public schools 

with over 125 million copies sold until it was stopped in 1963.
President Lincoln called him the 'Schoolmaster of the Nation.'

  Listen to these  words of Mr. McGuffey:
'The Christian religion is the religion of our country.
From it are derived our notions on character of God,
on the great moral Governor of the universe.
On its doctrines are founded the peculiarities 
of our free institutions.
From no source has the author drawn more 
conspicuously than from the sacred Scriptures.
From all these extracts from the Bible I make no apology.'

Of the first 108 universities 
founded in America,
106 were distinctly Christian,
including the first,
Harvard  University 
chartered in 1636

In the original 
Harvard Student Handbook,
rule number one 
was that students seeking
entrance must know 
Latin and Greek
so  that they could 
study the scriptures:  

'Let every student be plainly instructed 

and earnestly pressed to consider well,
the main end of his life and studies is, 

to know God and Jesus Christ,
which is eternal life, John 17:3;
and therefore to lay Jesus Christ as the only 

foundation of all sound knowledge and learning.
And seeing the Lord only giveth wisdom,
let everyone seriously set himself by prayer 

in secret to  seek it of him
(Proverbs 2:3).'
For over 100  years, more than 50% 

of all Harvard graduates were pastors! 

It is clear from history that the Bible 

and the Christian faith were foundational 

in our educational and judicial system.
 However in 1947, there was a radical 

change of direction in the Supreme Court. 

Here is the prayer that was banished:
'Almighty God, we acknowledge 
our dependence on Thee.
We beg Thy blessings upon us and our parents 

and our teachers and our country.  Amen.'

    In 1963, the Supreme Court 
ruled that Bible reading
was outlawed as unconstitutional 
in the public school system.
The court offered this justification:
'If portions of the New Testament 
were read without explanation,
they could and have been 
psychologically harmful to  children.'

Bible reading was now unconstitutional,
though the Bible was quoted 94% of the time 

by those who wrote our constitution
and shaped our Nation and its system of education 

and justice and government.

In 1965, the Courts denied as unconstitutional 

the rights of a student in the public school cafeteria 

to bow his head and pray audibly for his food.
 In 1980, Stone vs. Graham outlawed 

the Ten Commandments in our public schools.  

  The Supreme Court said this:
'If the posted copies of the Ten Commandments 

were to have any effect at all,
it would be to induce school children to read them.
And if they read them, meditated upon them, 

and perhaps venerated and observed them,
this is not a permissible objective.'
 Is it not a permissible objective to allow our children
to follow the moral principles of the Ten Commandments?

James Madison,  the primary author of the 

Constitution of the United States, said this:
'We have staked the whole future of our new nation,
not upon the power of government; far from it.
We have staked the future of all our political constitutions
upon the capacity of each of ourselves to govern ourselves
according to the moral principles of the Ten Commandments.'
Today we are asking God to bless America.
But how can He bless a Nation 

that has departed so far from Him?

Most  of what you read in this article 

has been erased from our textbooks.
Revisionists have rewritten history 

to remove the truth about our country's Christian roots.
I, Mary Jones, the designer of this web page,  

encourage all who read and agree with the words herein, 

to share it with others, so that the truth 

of our nation's history may be told.

The original web site that this came from 

is no longer available.

But we know it was done by:

Mary Jones.


May 2008