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I took this photo a couple of days ago. I was over by the hospital here in my city, and before I could see it, I heard it. It gave me moments enough to get the camera ready.

Unless, it is something that I am aware of happening, such as a county fair where they are offering rides from this beautiful creature, I don’t care much to see them.

Someone’s life may be depending on this bird. A baby that needs extra help, maybe an accident victim, that this hospital realized in time that it needed more help, and sent it off to the next biggest city.

This reminds me of one time when I was younger. I had only one child at the time, and I had taken  her and myself in the car to run an errand. On the way to town, I saw a speeding EMS, racing the opposite direction of the way I was going. Its lights were on and you could  hear the screaming sirens, alerting all of us drivers to get off of the road. Someone needed help ASAP! My daughter didn’t understand much at that age, so I wondered in my own mind, as to what had happened, and if I knew who was in it.

She and I proceeded with my plan. I don’t remember anymore what it was, but most likely, in that time frame of my life, I was probably going to the sewing center. There was a point in time, when I was determined to sew. I knew the basics, and with help from family members, I was able to sew little dresses for my daughter and little matching bonnets. I never cared for sewing, after it took six weeks to make one pincushion in junior high. If I had an inkling of favor towards sewing, that took my desire away, but for my daughter, I would try it once again. It did last one summer!

When we arrived home from our errands, I started preparing supper for hubby, daughter and myself. I laid Rachael, daughter’s name, down for her nap, so I could concentrate on making the perfect supper, but let me tell you, it was never perfect in my eyes. lol. After hubby got home from his job we ate, and as I was cleaning up the kitchen we received a knock at the front door. My husband opened it and came to get me telling me it was the pastor, and that he wanted to speak to me. I thought nothing of it really, because I attended church and this may have to do something with this, and the other reason I didn’t think much of it, is because when we are in our early years, twenties, which to me this is a very young age now, we don’t think of death or bad things.

I went in to speak to him and he asked me to sit down. He told me that my love of my life, the man I looked up to, the one who taught me about life, had passed away from a heart attack. He had been driving down the high way and the attack happened, causing him to  cross over the center line. He was hit straight on by a semi-truck.

I don’t remember too much, but I do remember collapsing into the couch, and the smiles that I had carried through out that day, were nowhere to be found. My heart was crushed. This was my first real memory of losing someone I loved dearly. The EMS that I had seen earlier, was the same one who was racing my grandpa to the hospital.

Today, over thirty years later, I still remember him with fond memories. Each time I see a speeding EMS or a helicopter in the air, I say a prayer for the person needing help and I say an extra prayer for the family and friends that know this loved one.

God only knows our perfect timing. He knows our beginning and our ending. It may not be a  fatality, but I want to do my part in asking God to help who ever is in need of help. God hears each of our prayers, no matter how small or how big. You never know if you have helped save a person’s life, while driving down the road, but by praying you are asking the only one who can create miracles.

Reader Appreciation Award

This morning started off badly, as the caregiver came to the house and rang the door bell, only to get no answer, as I had slept over.

I had a bad morning earlier. I was awakened by my heart fluttering. This is an important sign to me, signaling me my blood sugars have dropped to low. I got up and got me some sugar and went back to bed, only to sleep to soundly and too well.

The caregiver had to wait on us, as Al was also sleeping. He gets up later and later as his nasty tremors keep him awake so much at nights. So finally both of us awake, he is showered, and she is gone. I am sitting here drinking my coffee and going through comments and blogs, putting my one cent in at times, and I come across this award for me.

At this moment I am wondering how much they would appreciate me if they knew I had just gotten up and started my day off on the bad foot.

My eyes opened up wider as I saw the award was given to me by my dearest friend, Sara.

http://kyllingsara.wordpress.com Sara is a wonderful woman, I became close to almost immediately from the time I joined WordPress. Please check out her blog as it is real, and you will not be able to leave once you start reading them each day.

I am supposed to answer these questions

1.What is your favorite color, any pastels

2.What is your favorite animal,  dogs

3. What is your favorite non-alcoholic drink,  water

4.Facebook or twitter, both

5. Favorite pattern, smooth, calming

6. Do you prefer getting or giving presents, giving, always

7. Favorite number, 7

8. Favorite day of the week, Sunday

9. Favorite flower, lily

10. What is your passion, antiques

Now for nominations

terri0729

Pink Ninjabi

buckwheatsrisk

forhisgloryandpraise

Mona Gustafson Affinito

viveka

Thanks again Sara for the nomination!

this is so me. the way life used to be and how it is today

What about God?

Read to the end….

BLACK AND WHITE TV
“Good night and God bless.”  (Red)

Go all the way to the bottom past the pictures… I think you’ll enjoy it. Whoever wrote this must have been my next door neighbor because it totally described my childhood to a ‘T.’ Hope you enjoy it.

Black and White�

Black and White (Under age 50? You won’t understand.)

You could hardly see for all the snow,
Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.

Pull a chair up to the TV set,
‘Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet.

My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayonnaise on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn’t seem to get food poisoning.

My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter and I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were…

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