706933's blog: "LET IT GO!"

We return thanks to our mother, the earth, which sustains us. We return thanks to the rivers and streams, which supply us with water. We return thanks to all herbs, which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases. We return thanks to the moon and stars, which have given to us their light when the sun was gone. We return thanks to the sun, that has looked upon the earth with a beneficent eye. Lastly, we return thanks to the Great Spirit, in Whom is embodied all goodness, and Who directs all things for the good of Her children.

I come to YOU *CREATOR* now with so much to thank YOU for. As your child I want to shout for joy and sing YOUR praises for all YOU have done for me. Thank YOU for these moments when I withdraw from the world's pressures & anxieties into a quiet place where the sun is shining & the green green trees are bending against blue skies, the flowers are blooming, the grass is green & the water is clean. There is a fresh fragrance in the air and I sense it is the presence of THE WISE ONE whose love and peace is filling my life now. CREATOR, give me now the courage to step into life with new drive & motivation. Help me to channel the creative ideas YOU give me into beautiful life-changing goals. Give me the strength to hold on to hope as I meet the many challenges throughout the day. And CREATOR, give me love as I share with others all the things YOU have done in my life. So I may say with integrity to those I meet, 'CREATOR loves you and so do I.'

Faith is often called a 'leap.' HOW APPROPRIATE! How else could you possibly move from one point to another when there is no bridge? Faith is leaping across gaps that exist between the known and the unknown the proven and the unproven the actual and the possible the grasp and the reach the "I've got it" and the "I want it" the knowledge and the mystery the material real reality and the spiritual reality the truth exposed and the truth undiscovered the goals achieved and the goals still pursued youth and maturity sickness and health sin and forgiveness life and death time and eternity. Yes, there is always a chasm between today and tomorrow. I cannot be sure I can cope with tomorrow. But by a running leap I will jump into tomorrow with expectancy! There is always a chasm between my present achievements and my unfulfilled hopes and dreams. By faith I make the leap-and grow! What lies ahead? Tomorrow? Next week? Next month? Next year? Beyond this life? I BELIEVE! I BELIEVE IN BELIEVERS! I BELIEVE IN TOMORROW! I'M GOING TO TAKE THE LEAP OF FAITH!

In the broadway play, THE MAN OF LA MANCHA, Don Quixote is near death. He has been mocked and scorned because he is a such a positive thinker! Finally, in a splendid self-defense, he asks the ultimate question. "Who is crazy?" Am I crazy because I see the world as it could become? Or is the world crazy because it only sees itself as it is? Who is normal, the cynic or the believer? The positive thinker or the negative thinker? The believer in a supreme Creator-or the atheist? The despairing pessimist or the hopeful optimist? By now we all know the answer! We must affirm that health is normal and sickness is abnormal. That basic value judgment is beyond controversy. Unbelief is a sickness and skepticism is damnably dangerous. It give birth to a multitude of demons that can malignantly destroy your mental health and spread an epidemic of despair wherever you go. As soon as you surrender yourself to negative thoughts, you become host to an infectious disease and become the carrier of another epidemic of gloom and doom. It is normal for a child to dance and laugh and play. It is not normal for a child to be downcast, morbid, withdrawn and sulking in isolation. It is normal to be a happy believer. Who is crazy? The realist or the idealist? The answer is obvious. The Beautiful Dreamer, with his visions of glorious possibilities!

It's terribly important to understand that a believer is a normal person. What is the mark of normality, some ask, the mark of normality is FAITH. A persistently negative and cynical attitude is a mark of emotional illness. Birds were designed to fly. The air under the wings of a bird is a natural habitat of the flying fowl. Water is the natural habitat of the fish. FAITH IS THE NATIVE AIR TO BE BREATHED IN AND OUT BY HUMAN BEINGS. It is normal to have faith. It is abnormal to be cynical. Therefore you welcome all stimuli that would encourage you to have faith. Reject all negative forces that would destroy faith and replace it with unbelief. When you practice positive belief, you are more controlled by positive emotions--love, joy, courage, faith, enthusiasm. These are the qualities of an emotionally healthy person. Persons who are not breathing the natural air of faith, but are breathing the polluted air of doubt and unbelief, are quickly susceptible to a lower morality. They are quickly consumed by negative emotions-all of which are measured and marked as symptoms of something less than true wholeness and health as a human being. I WAS CREATED TO BE A BELIEVER! FAITH IS FINDING MY NATIVE AIR. That's why you feel so great when you're optimistic! THANK YOU, CREATOR, FOR CAUSING ME TO BE A NORMAL, HEALTHY BEING BY MOTIVATING ME TO WALK THE WALK OF FAITH.

Today I read a blog that has touched me deeply, which the information that I saw, was so very heartbreaking and the events that are STILL happening today. I want to thank *METAL SANDY* & *MINI MIKE* for bringing it to my attention and I feel this has to be passed on to others. The pure horror of *Stallion Fights* that are held in the Philippines for entertainment of humans! These are the words from *METAL SANDY’S BLOG* The pictures in the paper are so shocking I felt like crying, horses are gentle creatures, when there are two males after a female they may fight over her but the stronger one will win and the weaker one will go away. They never fight to the death! Although the 3 day fight festival a year was banned 10 years ago it seems it still goes on. They get tortured, tied up, beaten so that when they go out into the ring they are so in a frenzy they fight to the death, the rings they fight in are so small that they can only do one thing and that is to fight or face being beaten by their trainers who train them to fight. The pictures are too horrific to put on here, but I hope you take the time to read the article Here is the link for the article - I warn you it isn’t nice ... http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-515508/Tournament-blood-The-sheer-horror-horse-fighting.html There is currently a petition running to stop this cruelty ... I hope you will sign it too, for me this beggars belief! that humans can do this to such gentle creatures, all creatures deserve kindness and I am so upset with seeing this that I felt i had to highlight it on Fubar This link is the online petition please sign it ... http://www.gopetition.com/petitions/ban-horse-fighting-in-the-philippines.html Thanks for reading Sandy x Again, Sandy and Mike! THANK YOU.... From Judge LadyByrd02

It will be 2 years ago *this October 26th* that my Mom passed. She would have been 82 yrs old this Dec., 11. Some would say she had a long life. But to those of us who loved her, it just wasn’t long enough. She had endured so much, the last few years of her life, in which, I will have lasting memories until I see her again. My Mom found out she had diabetes many years ago *I believe, at the age of 40* and was doing quite well with handling her life. Children had grown up and had children of their own. So she was an independent *woman* in all respects. Maybe I should go back a little in time. Our home base was North Carolina, YEAH, THE TARHEEL STATE! My Mom was blessed with 4 children *older sister, who lives in Cali., an older brother *who was killed, arguing over a woman* myself and a younger brother.* The older children had left NC, many years ago, so, my younger brother and I were the babies of the 4. The older children had different fathers *by marriage* than myself and younger brother.* So back then, it was my father, Mom, me and baby bro. During those times *back then *was anything but smooth, coming up. My father and mother, used to fuss & fight continuously but my father made sure the kids went to church on Sundays, you wonder where my Mom was during the *church times*? She didn‘t come because she didn‘t have a decent dress to wear. Back then, not too many women had jobs, they mostly stayed home, watch the kids, cook, in other words, home and house bounded, no money to call their own, fathers were usually the breadwinners. But for one of my parents, had a wandering eye *LOL* and divorce happened. So, now Mom was left with 2 small children, no money, no job *at the time* barely had a decent change of clothes. But even with the little clothes we had, my Mom would wash the clothes out each night, so we could have clean clothes for the next day, while she wore an old dress or house coat *robe, in todays terms*. I remember in order to get meals for my brother and I, I was put to the task of begging my father for groceries or money to buy groceries. Even through all of this, my Mom was strong and held her head up high. So, it was a thing, Mom didn’t want to keep depending on my father for help, so she did find a job to care for the younger of her children. In time, we left NC to live in DC. So now, the babies grew up and had children of their own to raise but we always knew Mom was there for us. As I started in the beginning of this, Mom found she had diabetes, through the years, as she aged, things started getting worse for her, to the point that her doctors were urging me and her, that things were on a downhill roller coaster & she didn’t need to be living alone any longer. Now, you know how this hits hard, to a person, who’ve been so independent, for so long…It was something, she didn’t want to believe and she was in total denial. Her doctors were calling me almost everyday to ask me to do something, cause it didn’t look very good for her. At this time, my husband and I was still staying in DC, not even 5 minutes to my Mom’s little apartment, so I was in contact, everyday with her. The bldg she stayed in, was for seniors and highly secured, I only had a key to her apartment but didn’t have one for the security door. So, every time I went to her, I had to either knock on her first floor apt window or wait for someone with a key to enter the bldg. What did my younger brother do to keep check on his own Mother *if I told you how it was with him and my Mother* steam would be coming out of your ears and that’s another whole chapter, that would be too long and you would be disgusted. I would say, about 2-4 months, my husband and I decided to move to Maryland, into our own home. Before-hand, my hubby knew about the situation with my Mom and what I was going through with her and my feelings. Before the move, I had discussed with my Mother, many things, we had made promises to one another, 1 was that she didn’t want to go to my older sister to stay *too bossy*, plus my Mom had 3 sisters still living close by, 1 sister was not medically able to care for my Mother, another aunt, had cared for my Grandmother for so many years, it was time for her to rest, the last aunt, I would trust to care for even a plant, my brother’s house HELL NO! I had just been hurt in a car accident and disabled but THIS IS MY MOTHER, THE WOMAN WHO CHANGED MY DIAPERS, WIPED MY NOSE, WHO WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR US, WHETHER RIGHT OR WRONG, now it was her time to be taken care of and it was an honor, not a duty, but an honor. But 1 promise, sometimes, I feel I shouldn’t have said *I promised her, I would never see her in a nursing home* little did I know, what the future would bring…..what plans were being made and I wasn’t going to pressure her and I wasn’t going to make her come, but my husband said, the house that we get would have many rooms but there would always be a room for my Mother, *no matter what*, my husband was more of a son to my Mother, than my own brother, the thing of it, I can’t judge my brother, he will have to answer some serious questions, when it’s time for him to be judged. As time went on, after my husband and my move, my Mom was beginning to realize, she couldn‘t do certain things, she wasn‘t able to take care of her little apartment, as she once did, it took her about a year for her to make up her mind to come and stay with my husband and I. I reassured her, she wasn’t giving up her independence, she just needed some extra eyes to watch over her. She was doing pretty good 2 and a half years with us, she had her own little room, with all her bedroom things, so she was right at home. My Mom used to love crushed ice, so it tickled my husband and I to see her creeping through the hallway, going to get crushed ice, go back to her room and hear her just chewing away at the ice *LOL*!!!!! So to make this short *UHH, short, that’s a laugh* during and before these times, Mom was on dialysis, so many meds so forth and so on. I have dogs that loved my Mom to pieces, they would go into her room and stand guard *animals sense things, deeper than we can*, so in order for them not to go into her room at night, I would have to put a *kiddie gate* up, so they wouldn’t enter, my Mom was used to the gate and would always take her time to remove it and go to any part of the house, she wanted. One night, she forgot the gate was up and didn’t turn up her light by her bed and stumbled on the gate, when I heard her fall, I immediately jump up to find her still on her knees, holding the gate in her hands and feet flexed to an awkward position, I thought she had broken her legs, feet or something but lucky she didn’t, after examining her feet and legs closer, I noticed she had developed a fiction blister, between her toes and if you know about diabetes, you know, the feet are one of the most important things to care for. So, later that day, I took her to her doctors to look at her feet, from their account, everything was treated and watched closely, but things can go wrong before you know it, gangrene had occurred to her foot and was traveling up her leg, which was unstoppable. My heart almost stopped beating, when the 2nd opinion was done, her leg had to be amputated….These were some of the worse days of my life, as I’m sure it was for her too, I had to be the one to break the news to not only her but the rest of the family, with a lot of argument from just 1 member of the family, but it was no other choices that could be made that would prolong her days with us. So, it was done. The amputation went perfect and after the hospital stay, Mom was able to come home again to me. I truly thought, things were going to get better but things didn’t go as planned, after my Mom got home and settled, we changed things in her bedroom, like now, we had home health care, special equipment *bed, lift and so forth*…Humans are human, so if you can’t use or don’t have a limb, you will try to find other means to move around or do things. My Mother was left with her other leg, so in order for her to move around in her bed, she used her other leg and heel to arrange herself in her bed, this cause a blister to form on her remaining heel. I and the home health nurse tried with all our might to dress, clean and take care of the foot and heel, we did good. One day, I smelt this familiar smell again, the smell as from the first episode of decaying flesh, I tried to tell myself, NO, VICKIE, IT’S NOT WHAT YOU’RE SMELLING, NO!!!! I called the nurse, this was the nurse’s day off, I asked her to please come and please tell me this is not happening again. She came and examined and I remember the look on her face, tears brimming in her eyes, yes, Vickie, it’s happening again. I’m almost in shock as I have to take her to the hospital, to confirm the answer, she was admitted, that day to have yet another leg taken from her. I remember looking at her legs as they had her sedated, remembering every curve, spot, her little toes, taking in every picture of that leg. That amputation went well as to be expected but this time around…THIS STILL HURTS!! But she was admitted into a nursing home, because of special care. While she was home with my husband and I, she had developed a pressure sore, on her backside but was healing with my and the nurse’s care. But while she was in the hospital, it’s not the same care as she got at home, I mean, changing position, keeping the area elevated, things of this nature. The sore got larger, deeper and more serious, so I had to let her go into the home, I didn’t have the medical equipment or drugs to deal with her at home. It broke my heart, but it had to be done, if she was going to have a chance. Between the hospital and nursing home, were bouts of fevers, comas and infections that had to be addressed. Then we started to get some what better, I started saying, AHHHHHHHHH SHE’S COMING HOME TO ME SOON, SHE’S COMING HOME!!!!!!! You know, it’s so true what’s said, just before an ill person passes on, they get this rush of *being*, they laugh, they talk again with understanding. All of these things happened with my Mom…..Through all of this, my Mom was still having dialysis *whether in the nursing home or hospital* and when those days would come around, I didn’t visit her, cause I knew she was going to be out of it and I wanted her to rest but I would always come the next day. Well, this strange day of her session, something kept telling me to go see her, DIALYSIS OR NOT, something told me to go anyway and I did. I went to the home, with my little bag of articles, like vasoline, comb, brush and etc., whether the staff combed or did what ever, I still wanted to do these things for her and she looked forward to me doing them. So as I entered the bldg, I was told, she had just went upstairs for her session, so I went on up…When I got there, she was in her little geri-chair and having her treatment but she wasn’t sitting like she was comfortable, so I kinda sat her more comfortably in her chair, I take out my little *bonding articles*, as I’m taking them out, I notice, she’s smiling at me and I smiled back, still getting things together and out of the bag. I said ’how you doing baby’, she didn’t answer me, I just thought she was overly tired, but she still smiled and looked at me. Then I saw her try to speak but no words came from her lips, so I got closer and said, ’what you say baby?’ she didn’t answer, I looked back into her face and she just kept smiling at me and I smiled back…. I finished my little routine with her *combing her hair, putting vasoline on and stuff* and said, ’well baby, I’m getting ready to go back home and fix dinner but I’ll be back tomorrow, I just wanted to see you…She kept smiling…. I packed up everything and kissed her and started for the door, then decided to look back at her, the smile was still on her lip….My mind still wondered, what did she say….. Between the hours of 2-3:30am, my Mom passed in her sleep from a brain stroke. I still wonder, till this day, was she telling me good-bye and she’ll be ok? For so long anger ruled very highly of her passing, now I realize where to put the anger, it's the disease itself DIABETES!

I am passing this email forwarded to me this morning. It's about a medication that is familiar to many of us. Note also the FDA 's comments at the end of the message. I received this information from a friend whose mother recently passed away. Apparently, this was caused by a medication that is deadly. Here are the details and I suggest you pass it on to your loved ones and others. Subject: Phenylpropanolamine (PPA) I would like to thank those of you who expressed condolences on the recent passing of my mother. She suffered a hemorrhagic stroke while she was driving home from my house on 7/30 and passed away on 8/3. My mother's stroke and passing was an enormous shock to my family because she did not have any symptoms or risk factors for a stroke. Just the week before she had gone to her doctor for a check up and received a clean bill of health. She did, however, develop a cold while she was visiting me and had taken Alka Seltzer Cold Plus for 3 days. Since her passing, we have learned that Alka Seltzer is one of the many cold medicines that contains Phenylpropanolamine (PPA) which can cause hemorrhagic stokes or cerebral bleeding even with the first use. I am forwarding a list of other medications that currently use PPA. These medicines are supposedly being recalled but my mother just purchased this medication less than two weeks ago. Pharmaceutical companies have known about this danger for years, we unfortunately, did not. I urge you to review the list of medicines with PPA and avoid these medications. All drugs containing PHENYLPROPANOLAMINE are dangerous. You may want to try calling the 800 number listed on most drug boxes and inquire about a REFUND. Please read this CAREFULLY. Also, please pass this on to everyone you know. STOP TAKING anything containing this ingredient. It has been linked to increased hemorrhagic stroke (bleeding in brain) among women ages 18-49 in the three days after starting use of medication. Problems were not found in men, but the FDA recommended that everyone (even children) seek alternative medicine. *The following medications contain Phenylpropanolamine: Acutrim Diet Gum Appetite Suppressant Acutrim Plus Dietary Supplements Acutrim Maximum Strength Appetite Control Alka-Seltzer Plus Children's Cold Medicine Effervescent Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold medicine (cherry or orange) Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold Medicine Original Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold & Cough Medicine Effervescent Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold & Flu Medicine Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold & Sinus Effervescent Alka Seltzer Plus Night-Time Cold Medicine BC Allergy Sinus Cold Powder BC Sinus Cold Powder Comtrex Flu Therapy & Fever Relief Day & Night Contac 12-Hour Cold Capsules Contac 12 Hour Caplets Coricidin D Cold, Flu & Sinus Dexatrim Caffeine Free Dexatrim Extended Duration Dexatrim Gelcaps Dexatrim Vitamin C/Caffeine Fee Dimetapp Cold & Allergy Chewable Tablets 0ADimetapp Cold & Cough Liqui-Gels Dimetapp DM Cold & Cough Elixir Dimetapp Elixir Dimetapp 4 Hour Liquid Gels Dimetapp 4 Hour Tablets Dimetapp 12 Hour Extentabs Tablets Naldecon DX Pediatric Drops Permathene Mega-16 Robitussin CF Tavist-D 12 Hour Relief of Sinus & Nasal Congestion Triaminic DM Cough Rel! ief Triaminic Expectorant Chest & Head Triaminic Syrup ! ! Cold & amp;am p; Allergy Triaminic Triaminicol Cold & Cough I just found out and called the 800# on the container for Triaminic and they informed me that they are voluntarily recalling the following medicines because of a certain ingredient that is causing strokes and seizures in children: Orange 3D Cold & Allergy Cherry (Pink) 3D Cold & Cough Berry 3D Cough Relief Yellow 3D Expectorant They are asking you to call them at 800-548-3708 with the lot number on the box so they can send you postage for you to send it back to them, and they will also issue you a refund. If you know of anyone else with small children, PLEASE PASS THIS ON. THIS IS SERIOUS STUFF! DO PASS ALONG TO ALL ON YOUR MAILING LIST so people a re informed. They can then pass it along to their families.

Spread the Stupidity Only in America.....do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front. Only in America......do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a DIET coke. Only in America.....do banks leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters. Only in America......do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage. Only in America.....do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight. Only in America.....do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering. EVER WONDER .... Why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin ? Why women can't put on mascara with their mouth closed? Why don't you ever see the headline "Psychic Wins Lottery"? Why is "abbreviated" such a long word? Why is it that doctors call what they do "practice"? Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dish washing liquid made with real lemons? Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker? Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour? Why isn't there mouse-flavored cat food? Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes? Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections? You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?! Why don't sheep shrink when it rains? Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together? If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal? Now that you've smiled at least once, it's your turn to spread the stupidity and send this to someone you want to bring a smile to (maybe even a chuckle)...in other words, send it to everyone We all need to smile every once in a while.

DEPRESSION It's a word we use casually, lightly ignoring the fact that true depression---whether its cause is biological or brought about by life events---can be utterly devastating. The depressed person is emotionally paralyzed, cut off from the stream of daily life. And the condition is self-perpetuating. Just finding the energy to seek help can seem like an insurmountable task. So how do people find their way out of the darkness and into the light? The motivations to seek help and the ways people find to lift themselves out of the pit of depression are as varied as individual personalities.