Honesty, openness, caring. Encouragement in spades, I hope. Hang in there.

**PLEASE NOTE: I have again made this the “sticky” post (i.e. the first post anyone sees when coming to the page) because I believe that, if you read no other posts, this one is the one that is most important and has the most impact in terms of message and encouragement. All new posts will appear below it and thank you for understanding! 

I was thinking of different things to blog about, today. Some were cheery, some were silly, some were entirely too close to the Sunshine and Rainbows Coming Out of Your Backside, now that I look back at them, to be honest with you. I started this site as a way of posting thoughts and ideas, but above all as a vehicle to offer encouragement. It wasn’t until this morning that I realized that encouragement comes in many different packages. Not all of them are trite, smiley faced emoticons or pictures of cute kittens that say “Hang in there!” Sometimes, they come wrapped in tragedy, whether they be ours or someone else’s. Seems incongruous, doesn’t it? Well, it’s not. If I may ask a favor of you, the reader – if you never have read another post on this page; if you never read another one, please read this one. I am a firm believer that things happen for a reason, and I believe this blog post may be the most important one I ever put on here. Why? I have no idea. I can’t see the future – but I believe someone, at some time, will read this and it will speak to them. It will be a message of encouragement, but there are going to be some bumps along the way. Hang on.

I was trying to find an image from a graphic novel that I have, entitled, “JLA : Liberty and Justice.” To make a long story short, rumors of a plague are spreading and in one panel a girl decides to end it quickly by jumping from a bridge instead of suffering alone. The final image on the page is Superman holding her in his arms and the caption reads, “But on this night, no one was forgotten, least of all by those who had promised to save others from despair.” I couldn’t find that one. I am glad I couldn’t actually, because I found this one, instead. It’s a section from another story in which Superman deals with a young girl who has decided to end her life by jumping from a building ledge. I don’t know if it’s considered good form or poor to post a link rather than the image itself, but the images were long, so please forgive me and don’t be put off by having to go to the actual page and read it. Just read it. The post won’t make much sense if you don’t. I’ll wait. I promise.

http://imgur.com/gallery/Ijdxh

Wasn’t that something? As I finished reading it, I suddenly realized that I had my post. See, I could easily identify with both people in that story. I could identify with the Man of Steel, and I could identify (God knows I could identify) with the girl on the ledge. I’ve been in the position of raging at the unfairness of life and being the one whose only answer to give was “Because life isn’t fair or unfair; it just is.”  In the Bible they call that “The rain falls on the just and on the unjust.” 

I probably dreamed of saving the world at one time; heck, as a lifetime fan of Superman I KNOW I did, but I started out truly believing I would save just one person. In this case, it was my niece, Rebecca whom I loved dearly; whom I played with, watched and re-enacted “Superman II” with about a bazillion times, re-enacted episodes of The Munsters with (strangely enough, I always had to play Herman)  and who ultimately ended up dying of cystic fibrosis at the age of 8. I always knew she was sick, but that didn’t matter, you see. I was her smart “Uncle Clark” (She really did call me that – a privilege none of my other nieces or nephews were allowed to enjoy) who promised her that I was going to grow up, find a cure for her disease and cure her so that she could play and not have to go to the hospital for breathing treatments, not be sick, and be able to play like all her friends. I didn’t tell her I’d try, I didn’t tell her I’d give it my best; I promised her, in all my youthful ignorance, that I’d do it. Period. She believed me. I can still see her smiling.

Yet she died. One day my brother Jeff came and got me from school. When we got in the car he said “Jame, Bec died this morning.”  My entire world self-destructed. it was only years later, when i finally started to come apart at the seams, mentally, and went to counseling in college that I realized that from that day on, I carried the burden of believing I had lied to her. I LIED. Not only had I not saved her, I had lied to her, and I never forgave myself for it.

As I read the comic and saw the pain on Superman’s face when he spoke of wanting to save the world; when he said “…and sometimes…we don’t.”  I felt that pain again. When he spoke of his friend who “checked out early,” I saw again a girl I watched, literally, grow up in a time when coming from a home of mixed parentage (white and black), as well as a home with an absent father was a curse in my little home town and who was roundly ostracized for it and called about every racial slur you could come up with. A girl who used to come on the bus still eating her breakfast (usually something like toast) and who would sit by me because I was pretty much the only one who would allow her to. (They lived right down the road from me; I knew she and her brother well)  A girl who in all probability I wasn’t half as good a friend to as I needed to be and who decided one night that her life was no longer worth living. At the age of 16, she hanged herself in a girls’ home in Schenectady. I remembered coming home and being told of it and having to literally put a plate down so that I didn’t throw it into a wall in a blind fury. She never got a break, that girl, and in the end, she decided there weren’t going to be any more good days for her, I suppose.

She died, too, despite all my high sounding words and good intentions.

When the girl spoke of burying her mother, I could identify with it. I’ve buried a mother, a father at 17, a brother, cousins, aunts, uncles, friends, and friends of friends. It seems, sometimes, in my 44 years of life that it’s been one long funeral. In the words of the poet, Thomas Moore, “I feel like one who treads, alone, some banquet hall, deserted. Whose lights are fled, whose garlands, dead, and all, but he, departed.”  As a home dad with two special needs sons and who was diagnosed epileptic about 2 years ago, I could readily identify with the times of hopelessness that come upon you when you look around and say things like, “Really? Is THIS the life I expected?” “Is this all there is?” Back in the days when I dreamed of being a nuclear physicist, a meteorologist, or even just “too busy helping other people to ever be married,” I would have laughed at anyone who told me what my life would turn out to be, too. I could identify with those feelings, that she expressed.

I can even identify with suicidal thoughts, as I am sure all of us can, from one time or another in our lives. I have had days when my life has nosedived and crashed, HARD, into the ground.

Yet, in that story, there is hope, and there is encouragement, just as there is in MY story. The hope and encouragement comes not from Superman swooping in, solving the problems and saving the day, all while lecturing the person on how suicide is “no way out” and showing them being led off to a better life by helpful doctors, as it would have been once upon a time.  It comes, instead, from Superman doing what we all can do; being human, being vulnerable, and caring enough to help. Caring enough to listen. Caring enough to care. He doesn’t lecture, he doesn’t push, he doesn’t anything except care. He gives the girl room, and he doesn’t try and downplay what she’s feeling. The encouragement that he gives, the hope that he gives, I have received a hundredfold from my friends and my family. I have been blessed beyond words to have had friends who cared enough to listen, and to be there; family who have cared enough to listen (my sister, my brothers, my mother) and an unshakable faith that, in the end, this is not all that there is.

I don’t know where you are right now. I don’t know what you are facing, have faced, or may face. To you, all I can do is offer this: you are not alone.  If you are in pain, or you are suffering, you are not the only one who is. There are those who care, and those who will listen. Don’t give in, and don’t give up. Superman said “If you think there’s a chance that there may be one more happy day out there, take my hand.” I’m here to tell you that there IS another happy day. DON’T GIVE UP.

I’m also here to say to you, the reader, that if you are not going through these things but you know those who are, don’t be afraid to be the one who steps up alongside them and offers to listen. We live in a world that is rapidly becoming faster and faster paced, and with the advent of so many electronic gadgets and ways of keeping in contact with one another over electronic mediums, is also becoming less and less human. We live in a society where people are “afraid to look foolish,” or “afraid they may misunderstand.” Don’t let that stop you or make you be distant from others. You may not be able to save everyone; indeed, no one can – but you never know what difference YOU may make with just a word, a smile, or a kind gesture. It may mean nothing to you, but it may, literally, mean everything to someone else.

I should know – I’m living proof of what a difference it can make, and I’m eternally grateful.

God bless today, my friend.

Fred Rogers, the patron Saint of being a neighbor.

I am not a fan of the item known as the “Google Doodle.” Far too often, as many have noted, they are extremely one sided, indeed, the charge can be made that they show explicit bias in who and what they choose to celebrate. This once, however, I believe they got it right, and a duly-approved tip of the hat is hereby given to them as they celebrate Fred Rogers and his legacy.

51 years ago today, the first episode of what would become an American institution, Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood, was filmed. It did not air until the following February, but it was filmed on September 21, 1967.

Whether you grew up watching him or not, love him or hate him one thing can be said about Fred Rogers: he truly exemplified what it meant to be a neighbor and to love others as Christ loved them. No, he didn’t use his show to explicitly preach the Christian ethics that he believed. No, he didn’t thunder and bellow Hellfire and damnation to those he met whom, I am sure, he knew were living a life that did not hold with the morals he ascribed to. (Many have said he should have, which is a sentiment that I disagree with. That wasn’t his calling.) What he did do was remind everyone who watched his show, and everyone who met him that they were special. They were unique. In all this universe and beyond, there was no one just like them. No one was MORE special, no one was LESS special. We were ALL special in our own, unique ways.

That’s worth celebrating.

Here’s an article from Forbes on the Doodle itself, and his legacy.

https://www.forbes.com/sites/adriennegibbs/2018/09/21/google-honors-mister-rogers-with-stop-motion-doodle/#39a05655388c

God bless, my friends.

 

A sobering reality check, but sadly, one that’s needed

I ran across this video and felt it was definitely worth sharing, for many reasons. First and foremost, I believe that it stresses an idea that is all too prevalent in many people today: the idea that “evil” isn’t real, and that if we just can learn to “understand” and “get along” with others, we’ll all live in a happy utopia where everyone will be good to one another. (Or, if you are a child of the 80’s as I am, “Be excellent to each other.” Bonus points if you understand the reference) Secondly, I believe it’s a good video because the creator of it expresses his points clearly and concisely, using evidence to back them up. He doesn’t make a “SEE? STUPID PEOPLE GET WHAT THEY DESERVE” type video, nor does he mock or insult the subjects. In a world where that is all too often the case, kudos to him for doing it. Finally, I believe it is important because it reinforces an idea that we have never shied away from here on The Takedown: the idea that evil is real, concrete, and the more that we try to make it abstract and “relative,” the more danger we put ourselves and others in. The Takedown will ALWAYS put the Boot of Truth to the lie that it is not so. 

Lest anyone point at this and say “This is just one example! You’re painting with a broad brush!”, let me respectfully suggest you look at this link. Whatever you may think of the page, it lists just a small sample of those people killed by the very people they felt needed a “champion:”

https://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2017/03/white_social_justice_warrior_dies_at_hands_of_black_killer_.html

If you take nothing else away from this, at least take this idea with you. If you want to live in a world of fantasy, one of sunshine, rainbows and unicorns in which everyone isn’t really bad if you get to know them, then fine. That’s your call. However, be aware that your right to potentially sacrifice yourself, your family, your possessions ends where my rights and the rights of others begin.

God bless, my friends. The video follows.

Double standards

A simple title for a simple, straightforward subject, and post. The Boot of Truth on this one is equally simple, friends: double standards are wrong, no matter who applies them.

  • When a Muslim commits an act of terrorism, we’re reminded that they don’t represent the majority of Muslims. (This is complete with shaking fingers and stentorian tones)
  • When a black man or woman commits a crime, we’re reminded to not judge all black people by these acts because not all black people are bad.
  • When a shooting occurs (such as the one that recently happened at the gaming tournament in Florida) all NRA members, the NRA itself, all gun owners and believers in the 2nd Amendment are vile murderers with blood on their hands who love their guns more than people’s lives.

Wait.

What?

Did you catch that? I did – and it keeps recurring every time a tragedy like this one happens. When it comes to guns and gun violence (well, to be fair, only gun violence that can be exploited for an agenda, since nothing is said about the constant stream of shootings and deaths done in Chicago every single day, month and year) it’s not only ok to paint with a broad brush, it’s encouraged.

It’s also a double standard.

It’s also WRONG. Period.

Remember that when the inevitable hue and cry continues and the usual suspects trot out the usual narratives complete with hand-wringing and concern “for the victims.” Ask yourself why only some occurrences and some victims are worth this concern. Look up the stats for gun-related crimes and deaths in cities like Chicago and then ask why there isn’t a constant hue and cry by these celebrities and politicians over that.

Then when you realize the answer, don’t be swayed by what they’re doing, or let them hook your emotions, whatever side of the gun debate you fall on.

Remember that double standards are wrong, no matter who applies them, or why.

Remember that ALL LIVES MATTER.

Finally, in the name of God, remember that these victims aren’t victims, to these same politicians and celebrities. They’re just a means to an end. They’re an expedient way to try and wring people’s emotions and get an agenda driven.

God bless, my friends.

 

The Ethical Side of Preparedness – or – “What are you prepared to do?”

I have, on The Takedown, posted various articles about preparedness and being prepared. As a reminder, when I speak on this subject I am not speaking about bunkers, doomsday, tons of ammo and years of food, or being ready for TEOTWAWKI. (The End Of The World As We Know It) I’m referring to being prepared for those emergencies and disasters, both manmade and natural, that you are likely to encounter in the area in which you live. Realistic preparedness, as I have heard the term used, many times and in many forums.

The Boot of Truth is, however, that there is a part of this that few discuss, or even look at; the idea of ethics and morality in a situation in which you have, and others do not. You’ll find a wide range of variation in responses to this idea: some call it OPSEC (OPerational Security – the idea of not broadcasting what you have), some call it “Screw you, it’s me and mine first!”, some even advocate the idea of being the “Gray Man” and not letting anyone, even friends or family, know that you are prepared because if you do, you’ll be the first one they come to. I admit freely that I had given it only cursory thought, myself. That changed, today, though, when I ran across an interview between Bob Crane (of Hogan’s Heroes fame, who also had been a disc jockey) and Rod Serling, the creator of The Twilight Zone. The interview dealt with episode #68, titled The Shelter and the reactions to the episode itself. In a nutshell, a warning is announced that a nuclear attack may be imminent. A doctor takes his family into their bomb shelter, only having enough supplies for himself and his family, while the neighbors are left with nothing, having not prepared. The episode deals with the breakdown of humanity and civility that ensues but, as Sterling mentions in the interview, it brings up a very real point as well. What would we do? What would we be willing to do to survive? What are the moral/ethical issues with that decision? He brings it back to himself and in doing so, brings that question to each of us as well. What do you do if you are safe and secure in your shelter, and your neighbor, your friend, your sister/brother/mother is at the shelter door, begging to be let in? What if it’s a child, sobbing and alone?

Here’s a link to the interview: Rod Serling talks to Bob Crane

Now, let me be clear – this is a question that each person who engages in preparedness has to answer for themselves. No one else can, or should, try to answer it for them. For myself, I do not know what I would do, as I have never been in that situation. I know what I believe I would do, but I cannot say, absolutely. I do believe, however, that it is imperative that each person who engages in preparedness to any degree address this question to themselves and their family, if they have one, and do so before you are in a crisis situation. Also, ensure that when you do ask this question of yourself, make it a question grounded in reality, and not in an abstract. It’s easier to answer “Could I turn someone away?” than it is, perhaps, to answer, “Could I turn my best friend/a child/my mother away?” Make it real, and personal, to you. Leaving things in the abstract is why we obsess and fret over the deaths in a school shooting such as the one in Newtown, Connecticut, (which are, statistically, a blip on the radar) yet say and think little to nothing of the over 1000 shot (400+ killed, 400+ of those were black) thus far in this year, alone, in Chicago.

One is an abstract, to us, while we make the other personal. Think about it for a moment.

Then, whatever you decide, be prepared, and be ready for the fact that someday, you may need to act on that decision – or not act, according to who you are.

God bless, my friends.

 

Situational Awareness MATTERS. Well done, gents, or “I love a happy ending!”

A story guaranteed to warm the heart, but also to remind us that at any time, at any moment, someone with evil intent, a mental breakdown or a psychotic episode can endanger not only ourselves, but innocent people around us. Now, more than ever, paying attention to our surroundings and the people in them is an important thing. Be aware of your surroundings, be aware of the people in them, and be aware of what to do in case an emergency occurs!

Don’t be one of the ones who cowers, closes your eyes and hopes for the best. DO something! The life you save could be your own.

Well done, gentlemen. Well done, indeed.

http://www.foxnews.com/travel/2018/08/03/delta-passengers-restrain-unruly-passenger-threatening-to-take-plane-down.html

Why critical thinking is important when dealing with the media

So now the CBC (apparently, this is the Canadian Broadcasting Company – that they even existed is news to me, at the risk of a horrendous pun) has found a counselor who is treating people for what they are calling “Trump Anxiety Disorder.” It’s characterized by higher than normal levels of anxiety, “fear of the world ending,” “feeling a loss of control and helplessness, fretting and spending excessive amounts of time on social media.”

(cough) I thought that’s what a lot of people did as a general rule on social media, but I digress… 😀

What is the Boot of Truth, here? Is this a political rant? Not at all. Keep reading.

According to the CBC itself, “CBC reported that ‘Trump Anxiety Disorder’ was coined in a 2017 essay included in a book written by clinical psychologist Jennifer Panning, who said the condition was different from other anxieties because “symptoms were specific to the election of Trump and the resultant unpredictable sociopolitical climate.” 

What the CBC failed to include in their article is information readily available (but detrimental to the narrative that they are trying to present) that shows “Panning was part of petition campaign in 2017 calling for Trump to be removed from office because he ‘manifests a serious mental illness that renders him psychologically incapable of competently discharging the duties of President of the United States.’” 

The Boot of Truth is that Panning is hardly an unbiased or neutral point of view, I should think. This “disorder” comes from someone with a definite agenda. That, in and of itself, warrants a second look. It’s been going on 2 years since the current President was elected. If people are still having this much trouble adjusting to reality, I would suggest that perhaps they have larger issues (or an unscrupulous counselor) to deal with.

(And yes, for those who may be legitimately wondering, I said the same thing when, years into his Presidency, people were still screaming that Obama was the Anti-Christ, or a secret Muslim operative, or…or…)

As I have said before, I shall say again – whatever your views on the current President, whatever your political stance, or lack of one, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, don’t stop using your critical thinking skills and looking behind the stories and headlines. Engage your brains. Use your minds. They still are the best weapons and the best defenses we have.

God bless, my friends.

Jesus was a lot of things, but a Socialist was NOT one of them.

Friends:

In our world today, it is a very popular thing (oddly enough, especially among those who openly deride and denigrate Christians) to suddenly become pious when it suits your particular cause or agenda. Two favorite ways of doing this are by either making the claim that “Jesus was a Socialist!” or implying that if you don’t give to every single person who asks, whenever they ask, you’re somehow so evil and bad that you’ll single handedly make the baby Jesus weep and the angels in Heaven will cry for you every single day because you’re beyond redemption.

Well, as a Pastor friend of mine used to say, “Smells like smoke and comes from the pit of Hell.”

There IS NO VERSE that says anything even remotely like “Thou shalt giveth without question or reservation to every person that asketh, and whenever anyone shalt stick a hand out.” We’re not commanded to turn our brains off when we become Christians. We’re expected to be good stewards, and use our critical thinking before we just start handing money to people or groups.

Secondly, this article explains why Jesus not only was not, but COULD not have been a Socialist, according to His own words in Scripture. You may not believe He was the Son of God, but please don’t use Him as a way of pushing a Socialist agenda, either.

https://fee.org/resources/rendering-unto-caesar-was-jesus-a-socialist/

Your mind is the best weapon you have. USE it!

God bless, my friends.

 

A call for reason, a call for using your most powerful weapon – your MIND.

Friends, you know that here at The Takedown, I have pledged that I would not post things “just” to post them. I would not post syrupy, sappy “Oh hey, here’s what I had for breakfast this morning” or “Hey, I got a new puppy!” kind of posts. The premise is that The Takedown would be a place in which things of meaning would be brought up, and so it will be with this post. It will probably be a lengthy one, but I hope that not only will everyone read it, but that they will all realize that it is speaking to every single one of us. This post, although it will touch on political matters in a general sense, is not a “political” post.

I have walked this Earth for close to 50 years (although I have one friend, in particular, who claims that it’s closer to 600 or so – he keeps changing the total on me!) and in all that time I have never, and I do mean never seen the levels of downright, hysterical, “drive your funny car right off the cliff without looking back” derangement going on since the last Presidential election ended. Now, it is important to stress that whatever your political affiliation is or is not, whether you like the President or do not, whether you are Republican, Democrat, Centrist, Independent, Lunatic Fringe – this is something that affects all of us. WE, as a nation, are suffering and will continue to suffer if this continues. 

  • We have sitting government officials and representatives calling for violence (and make no mistake – violence is what is being condoned, here, no matter how veiled the words) against those who support the current administration.
  • We have public officials being denied service and harassed, openly, in public simply because others don’t agree with them. (Imagine, for a moment, people doing this in the previous President’s administration, or ANY other President’s cabinet in the last 20 or so years, or to members of his cabinet. Yes. It’s a double standard, and a glaring one.)
  • We have a news media that seems, 24/7 to do nothing but predict doom, gloom and trash any and everything that the President and his administration does. (Although it has never been perfect, I can remember a time when the media was a lot less biased, and certainly less openly biased, than it is now)
  • Perhaps most frightening, large groups of people seem to have abandoned any and all ability to have rational, intelligent discourse with people who have opinions different than their own and in many cases, as has been reported in media outlets, have resorted to verbal and physical abuse against those with whom they disagree.

This is America? Land of the free, home of the brave? The Great Melting Pot? Not from where I stand. The question is, why? WHY is this happening, and more importantly, what can we, each of us, do to stop it and keep it from spreading and getting steadily worse? What is happening is beyond simple disagreement. It’s evil at its base, and evil in its nature. Yes, it’s from an episode of a TV show but I remember two things that Mr. Spock once said that I find to be very true, in life: “Evil seeks to maintain power by suppressing the truth” and “Without followers, Evil cannot spread.”  The Boot of Truth is that WE – you and I – in whatever capacity we are able to be – need to not allow the Truth to be suppressed, and we need to not be followers. We need to have the courage to go against the flow and speak up when obvious mistruths are being spread, and when people are reacting, on emotion, rather than responding from a point of reason and information. At the college a few days ago, I overheard a rather heated conversation and watched a woman in her 20’s literally become so agitated and so overwrought that she could not stand still during a conversation. The reason? She was ranting about “The President is separating children and putting them in cages!!!” and the instructors that she was speaking to were pointing out, quite rightly, that first of all, the pictures being used had been manipulated, in some cases, and in others were pictures from previous administrations who had either begun that policy or were continuing it. The current President was doing the same and continuing the policy. Yet, the more reason they injected, the more agitated she became until she was literally clenching and unclenching her fists and hopping from foot to foot, not listening to what was being said and just repeating her statement, like a mantra. At that point I stepped into the conversation in support of the others and then asked what area of work she was going into. She replied she wanted to go into social work. I then said, calmly, that speaking from my experience as an EMT who works with the public, if she had no better self-control or emotional control than she was displaying here, it may be wise for her to consider an alternative career. After all, I may have very strong feelings about certain issues, but I cannot let that be on display or get in the way when I am serving someone else. That isn’t why I’m there and it isn’t an appropriate time. The room got very quiet. She laughed and sputtered something about learning how to control herself in classes, later on, at which point I began pointing out all the obvious clues that showed she was emotionally overwrought and upset from a simple disagreement. I then said “Self control cannot be taught. You have to choose to engage it.” I then withdrew. I took a chance, surely, but I felt compelled to speak up and say something, and hopefully it stuck with her, or will come back to her at a later point. I refused to be a bystander. All in all, it was a fascinating, yet disheartening example of people who use only their feelings, their emotions, and act on them without bothering to get all of the information that’s available. (And yes, it goes both ways, and I’m aware of that. This is an example – not a be-all, end-all) 

Friends – as I said before – whatever your political affiliation, whatever your stance, PLEASE, for your sake and all of ours, use and engage your intelligence. Don’t just act on emotion. Don’t take what any one news source says as the Gospel truth. Search out other sources as well and make as informed a decision as you can. Use REASON, not EMOTION. We are seeing where people are waking up and realizing that this is getting out of hand and are beginning to move away, and that gives me hope, but it’s not enough. Perhaps the hardest of all, remember a quote from “As a Gentleman Would Say,” in dealing with some people that you will encounter out there:

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Sometimes, unfortunately, you do need to know “when to say when,” as it were. For some people, there is no reasoning with them, and those people are better left to discover their way on their own.

I hope this made sense, my friends. God bless.

 

Hello again! A return from the land of college classes!

I had mentioned this in a previous post, but hey, repetition can be a good thing, sometimes, right? I can expound on it a bit, too.

That’s right, yours truly has been absent from The Takedown for some personal reasons. The greatest of those reasons, thankfully, has NOT been a bad one, but instead has been quite good, namely, the fact that I am working my way through taking college courses to obtain a degree to become a Medical Assistant!

After a short stint in an ICU at a local hospital (which did not last, for reasons I will not go into here, save to say that when they offered me the chance to leave on good terms, I took it, and gladly), I realized that most jobs I could get outside of EMS itself would give me little to no chance to actually utilize my skills and training as an EMT. It was then that it was suggested to me that I look into being a Medical Assistant. Basically combining the best of both worlds, it would give me the chance to use many of my EMT skills (patient history, vital signs, and others) and also give me the chance to work on the documentation/office skills side as well.

The classes have been enjoyable for the most part, although it is VERY odd to be some 30 years older than most of the other students. It has given me a great appreciation not only for the education that I have, as well as the life experience, but for the opportunity that I have had to educate myself and get an education in the schools I have attended. It’s a humbling thing when you are in classes with people in their 20’s and older who have not even a basic knowledge of math skills, English grammar or the like. It has also given me a good course in humility, as it would be easy to lord it over the other students and come off like a genius or know it all, but instead to be reminded of how blessed I have been, and to use that as a way to encourage others that they, too, can do it. There’s nothing “special” about me.

Combined with some necessary life changes, things have been kind of busy on this end, but again, in ways that have been primarily good ones. No complaints, and no worries for you, my faithful readers! I appreciate those who have joined and followed, and also those who keep coming back whenever a new blog post pops up. Stay tuned, because more will definitely be following!

God bless, my friends.

 

“Words have no power other than what we give them” – or – “A good reason to keep involved in your children’s schooling”

Friends, there are whole pages I could type on this subject, but I do believe that this article, versions of which I found in many sources, says it better than I could. All I will add is this:

If you have children, whatever grade or level of education that may be in, PLEASE – for their sake and for yours, PLEASE stay involved in what they are doing, what they are learning, and what they are being taught as opposed to what you THINK they are being taught. I vividly remember an episode not too long ago when a lesson on “religions of the world” was shelved in my son’s 6th grade class because, upon doing some research on it, it turned out to be not a study on the religions in the world, but instead a class on moral equivalence; one designed to teach that all religions are the same, all religions are just as good, and all religions teach the same thing. Whatever your personal views may be on religion itself, it is safe to say that that description was not only disingenuous, but also a downright falsehood. When confronted, they hemmed and hawed and dropped the class under whatever pretenses they could come up with. 

I have linked the article below. Please read it, and then stay involved. Too many people in positions of power over children use their position as a way not to teach and instruct but instead to push their own views and agendas on those children – and that’s not their job. Your rights don’t end where the school doors begin. 

God bless, my friends – and tell your children that best friends are still ok, and still a natural part of life.

https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/health-and-families/best-friend-ban-school-pentucket-workshop-preschool-georgetown-massachusetts-a8318356.html