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The Sheep Dog

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This sheep dog is covered in his own blood after fighting off wolves protecting his flock, while the sheep gently comforts him. Regardless of how physically strong or emotionally tough someone is, showing them how much you appreciate their efforts goes a long way. The dog is willing to die for his sheep, and the … Read more

Cancelation of a Legend

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Make sure your children know this!The branding of the syrup was a tribute to this woman’s gifts and talents.  The world knew her as “Aunt Jemima”, but her given name was Nancy Green and she was a true American success story. She was born a slave in 1834 Montgomery County, KY. and became a wealthy … Read more

To Understand A Military Veteran

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To understand a Military Veteran you must know:* We left home as teenagers or in our early twenties for an unknown adventure.* We loved our country enough to defend it and protect it with our own lives.* We said goodbye to friends and family and everything we knew.* We learned the basics and then we … Read more

Old Hillbilly Wisdom

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Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong. Keep skunks, bankers, and politicians at a distance. Life is simpler when you plow around the stump. A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor. Words that soak into your ears are whispered, not yelled. The best sermons are lived, not preached. If … Read more

In Flanders Fields

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In Flanders Fields by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were … Read more

You Don’t Just Lose Someone Once

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. You don’t just lose someone once.You lose them when you close your eyes at night.And as you open them each morning. You lose them throughout the day.An unused coffee cup.An empty chair.A pair of boots no longer there. You lose them as the sun sets.And darkness closes in.You lose them as you wonder why.Staring … Read more

World’s Shortest Books

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World’s Shortest Books MY BLACK GIRLFRIENDS By Tiger Woods ___________________________________________ THINGS I LOVE ABOUT MY COUNTRY By Jane Fonda, Cindy Sheehan & Michelle Obama Illustrated by Michael Moore Foreword by George Soros ________________________________________ MY CHRISTIAN ACCOMPLISHMENTS & HOW I HELPED AFTER KATRINA By “The Rev Jesse Jackson” & “The Rev Al Sharpton” ______________________________________ THINGS I … Read more

I talked with a man today, an 80+-year-old man. I asked him if there was anything I can get him while this Coronavirus scare was gripping America.

He simply smiled, looked away and said:

“Let me tell you what I need! I need to believe, at some point, this country my generation fought for… I need to believe this nation we handed safely to our children and their children…

I need to know this generation will quit being a bunch of sissies… that they respect what they’ve been given… that they’ve earned what others sacrificed for.”

I wasn’t sure where the conversation was going or if it was going anywhere at all. So, I sat there, quietly observing.

“You know, I was a little boy during WWII. Those were scary days. We didn’t know if we were going to be speaking English, German or Japanese at the end of the war. There was no certainty, no guarantees like Americans enjoy today.

And no home went without sacrifice or loss. Every house, up and down every street, had someone in harm’s way. Maybe their Daddy was a soldier, maybe their son was a sailor, maybe it was an uncle. Sometimes it was the whole damn family… fathers, sons, uncles…

Having someone, you love, sent off to war… it wasn’t less frightening than it is today. It was scary as Hell. If anything, it was more frightening. We didn’t have battlefront news. We didn’t have email or cellphones. You sent them away and you hoped… you prayed. You may not hear from them for months, if ever. Sometimes a mother was getting her son’s letters the same day Dad was comforting her over their child’s death.

And we sacrificed. You couldn’t buy things. Everything was rationed. You were only allowed so much milk per month, only so much bread, toilet paper. EVERYTHING was restricted for the war effort. And what you weren’t using, what you didn’t need, things you threw away, they were saved and sorted for the war effort. My generation was the original recycling movement in America.

And we had viruses back then… serious viruses. Things like polio, measles, and such. It was nothing to walk to school and pass a house or two that was quarantined. We didn’t shut down our schools. We didn’t shut down our cities. We carried on, without masks, without hand sanitizer. And do you know what? We persevered. We overcame. We didn’t attack our President, we came together. We rallied around the flag for the war. Thick or thin, we were in it to win. And we would lose more boys in an hour of combat than we lose in entire wars today.”

He slowly looked away again. Maybe I saw a small tear in the corner of his eye. Then he continued:

“Today’s kids don’t know sacrifice. They think sacrifice is not having coverage on their phone while they freely drive across the country. Today’s kids are selfish and spoiled. In my generation, we looked out for our elders. We helped out with single moms whose husbands were either at war or dead from war. Today’s kids rush the store, buying everything they can… no concern for anyone but themselves. It’s shameful the way Americans behave these days. None of them deserve the sacrifices their granddads made.

So, no I don’t need anything. I appreciate your offer but, I know I’ve been through worse things than this virus. But maybe I should be asking you, what can I do to help you? Do you have enough pop to get through this, enough steak? Will you be able to survive with 113 channels on your tv?”

I smiled, fighting back a tear of my own… now humbled by a man in his 80’s. All I could do was thank him for the history lesson, leave my number for emergency and leave with my ego firmly tucked in my rear.

I talked to a man today. A real man. An American man from an era long gone and forgotten. We will never understand the sacrifices. We will never fully earn their sacrifices. But we should work harder to learn about them… learn from them… to respect them.

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Courtesy of Craig Dew Borrowed from my Facebook news feed

I Looked and I Read

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I looked and I readI found them splendidNot one vicious wordTo make me offended The grammar was child-likeThe rhymes were quite plainI did not seeThe reason to complain The pictures are whimsicalThe characters uniqueA book for the youngI did not see the crime they speak A cat in a hatAn elephant of blueOne fish, two … Read more

I Remember A Man

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I remember a man who said, “We need to close our borders.”  I remember a man who said, “We need to bring our businesses home.” I remember a man who said, “We need to become less dependent on other countries to survive.” I remember a man who said, “We need to take care of America … Read more