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Thursday, March 19, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Miracle on the Hudson & Officer Lazarus... Are these really "Miracles"
Lately the work miracle has been tossed around quite a bit.
First the plane that crashed in New York's Hudson River.
Then today I saw a new report on a Police Officer in South Carolina who suffered a heart attack and first declared dead by emergency workers only to have another say she felt a faint pulse and he was actually alive.
I believe in God and I think he can perform miracles but how about giving the humans involved a bit of the credit!
The pilot of the plane, Chesley "Sully" Sullenberger, has logged thousands of hours flying and has probably spent thousands of hours studying and practicing in flight simulators. It was his job and he worked hard to be the best he could be doing it. He accepted the resposibility and did not shirk his responsibility. He was the last one off the plane.
The Nurse or EMT who double checked the pulse of Ken Kirby after he was declared dead also spent alot of time and effort to become educated and trained. It was her job to help people and to make sure the correct diagnosis was made. Perhaps she hesitated when she felt the pulse... wondered if she should just agree with her peers... but no, she insisted she felt the pulse and it was the right call. She accepted responsibility. She did her job.
These are everyday heros that we should teach out children to admire. The Banking and Investment Brokers who let us all down by selling investments they did not understand or sometimes even knew were risky should take a lesson from them.
There is honor in all work no matter what the pay if you work hard and do your best.
First the plane that crashed in New York's Hudson River.
Then today I saw a new report on a Police Officer in South Carolina who suffered a heart attack and first declared dead by emergency workers only to have another say she felt a faint pulse and he was actually alive.
I believe in God and I think he can perform miracles but how about giving the humans involved a bit of the credit!
The pilot of the plane, Chesley "Sully" Sullenberger, has logged thousands of hours flying and has probably spent thousands of hours studying and practicing in flight simulators. It was his job and he worked hard to be the best he could be doing it. He accepted the resposibility and did not shirk his responsibility. He was the last one off the plane.
The Nurse or EMT who double checked the pulse of Ken Kirby after he was declared dead also spent alot of time and effort to become educated and trained. It was her job to help people and to make sure the correct diagnosis was made. Perhaps she hesitated when she felt the pulse... wondered if she should just agree with her peers... but no, she insisted she felt the pulse and it was the right call. She accepted responsibility. She did her job.
These are everyday heros that we should teach out children to admire. The Banking and Investment Brokers who let us all down by selling investments they did not understand or sometimes even knew were risky should take a lesson from them.
There is honor in all work no matter what the pay if you work hard and do your best.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Happy Birthday Mom!
Today would have been my Mom's 66th Birthday. So in the hustle and bustle of the Halloween celebrations I pause and think of her a bit.
Her favorite cake to have on her Birthday was a chocolate cake with white butter cream icing.
She loved to dabble in spells.
Just after her cancer arrived my son and I discovered KIVA and introduced the concept to her. She loved the idea of lending to women around the world. She enjoyed reading their stories and imagining the ways in which her small contribution might make a big difference in their lives.
So, yesterday and today in Honor of Mom I broke my diet and had some chocolate cake with white icing.
Did my own little secret ritual to honor her.
And reinvested some of her KIVA loan money that had been accumulating.
When you loan money through KIVA it comes back to you! You can then reloan it. When Mom passed away I decided I would continue her account in her memory.
To see Mom's Page you can visit http://www.kiva.org/lender/karen6121
You will be able to read about the women she has lent money to and how those women are using that money to change lives. Maybe you'll be inspired to start loaning as well.
Happy Birthday Mom! Wish you were here! XXOOO
Her favorite cake to have on her Birthday was a chocolate cake with white butter cream icing.
She loved to dabble in spells.
Just after her cancer arrived my son and I discovered KIVA and introduced the concept to her. She loved the idea of lending to women around the world. She enjoyed reading their stories and imagining the ways in which her small contribution might make a big difference in their lives.
So, yesterday and today in Honor of Mom I broke my diet and had some chocolate cake with white icing.
Did my own little secret ritual to honor her.
And reinvested some of her KIVA loan money that had been accumulating.
When you loan money through KIVA it comes back to you! You can then reloan it. When Mom passed away I decided I would continue her account in her memory.
To see Mom's Page you can visit http://www.kiva.org/lender/karen6121
You will be able to read about the women she has lent money to and how those women are using that money to change lives. Maybe you'll be inspired to start loaning as well.
Happy Birthday Mom! Wish you were here! XXOOO
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Suddenly... a Vision of Loveliness in White Chiffon
All of a sudden today I got an email from someone who attended my Mom's memorial service.
It made me smile... so here it is:
Hello, Ann. I just wanted to say thanks again for the warm memorial afternoon. I was glad we could have a Chelsea YC table.
I thought I should explain my entry in the guest book, which went something like, "A vision of loveliness in white chiffon." The year was 1986. The late Bob Yacavonis was the Commodore, and it was the second of my 20 years as Secretary. Bob wanted to give the place a little class, and to this end devised an evening of wine and crepes. He obtained a string trio, possibly from one of the local colleges, to provide the music and rounded up some of us officers and friends to make and serve the crepes and wine. Somehow, he roped your Mom into this. It was a lovely, but warm, July evening. The trio played on the gazebo while members gathered about the picnic tables in the shade. The cooks, meantime, were jammed into the then tiny kitchen. So there we were, the men all dressed up our whites and Club ties, the women in their best cocktail dresses, and all of us sweating bullets over hot crepe makers.
The beads of perspiration have faded with time, and so I'll always remember your Mom as that vision of loveliness in white chiffon.
Best regards,
Barry Meehan, CYC Commodore 2008 (and one-time crepe maker)
How sweet is that. My Mom sure knew how to class up a joint!
Photo of Mom and Dad at Chelsea Yacht Club on the Hudson River
It made me smile... so here it is:
Hello, Ann. I just wanted to say thanks again for the warm memorial afternoon. I was glad we could have a Chelsea YC table.
I thought I should explain my entry in the guest book, which went something like, "A vision of loveliness in white chiffon." The year was 1986. The late Bob Yacavonis was the Commodore, and it was the second of my 20 years as Secretary. Bob wanted to give the place a little class, and to this end devised an evening of wine and crepes. He obtained a string trio, possibly from one of the local colleges, to provide the music and rounded up some of us officers and friends to make and serve the crepes and wine. Somehow, he roped your Mom into this. It was a lovely, but warm, July evening. The trio played on the gazebo while members gathered about the picnic tables in the shade. The cooks, meantime, were jammed into the then tiny kitchen. So there we were, the men all dressed up our whites and Club ties, the women in their best cocktail dresses, and all of us sweating bullets over hot crepe makers.
The beads of perspiration have faded with time, and so I'll always remember your Mom as that vision of loveliness in white chiffon.
Best regards,
Barry Meehan, CYC Commodore 2008 (and one-time crepe maker)
How sweet is that. My Mom sure knew how to class up a joint!
Photo of Mom and Dad at Chelsea Yacht Club on the Hudson River
Lines that Divide Us
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