Posts Tagged ‘etiquette’

Show your appreciation to the Veterans!

This is kind of last-minute as I’ve worked at helping our fellow Veterans and their families in need by way of collecting donations for Buddy Poppies at the local Fred Meyer.  I’ve done this for the last two weekends and on Veteran’s Day I will also be attending the Ceremony at the Veteran’s Gateway at the Washington Country Fairgrounds to further help my VFW Post #2666.  I hope many of you will be there to see the VFW Color Guard in action; it takes place again on November 11th at 11:00 AM.

For those of you unable to attend, but you’ll still be out and about, Give Thanks to all the Veterans you meet this day.  They will appreciate your thanks and support!  To those of you who plan on staying at home to watch the games, take a break at half-time and go out and Thank a few yourself!  The Veterans gave of themselves in time, lives and their health for you, it is the least you can do for them.

To my brothers in uniform, whether now or sometime in the past I can only say this to them all . . . THANK YOU, BROTHERS AND SISTERS!!  And you will always be in my thoughts forever for your sacrifice and love of country!

Bless All of You and may you be in His favor always.

SparkChaser4

College Pro Painters – Very unprofessional!

I’ve been trying to get some bids for a new roof and an exterior paint job on my home of two years and as I have seen the handmade signs on the road-side for many years in the Portland Metro area advertising “College Pro Painters”, I decided to call them and get an estimate.  I called and made an in-home appointment for 1:00 PM on July 13th, 2013, approximately ten days prior to the actual appointment.

On the day of the appointment at 1:15 PM (yes, they were late!) they called and left a message to say that they, “Would be on time for our 2:00 PM appointment.”  I guess they must have thought that as I’m a senior that I wouldn’t notice the delayed appointment time!  Anyway, come 2:05 PM (yes, late again!) a woman named “Lauren” called to cancel and asked to reschedule?!!  I told “Lauren” that due to their lack of professionalism and their un-business-like way of conducting their operation, I would not now or ever be interested in using their services!  And then hung up the phone.

Today is July 18, 2013 and guess who just called me to state that she had a note that I was interested in getting an estimate?!! You’re kidding me right? Evidently at her young age she has already developed selective senility considering “Lauren” and I spoke only five days ago!  She also didn’t like me “bad-mouthing” her company and kept trying to cut me off by speaking over me, and doing it rather loudly!

Admittedly she tried to offer me a “trim paint job” as recompense for the bad service and their rude behavior, but putting up with more scheduling headaches from them for the sake of paint on a few skinny boards . . . not worth the attitude.  Forget ’em! I don’t know what her/their problem is but if she is indicative of their company and the other employees they use, then the world would be better off if they’d just closed their doors, permanently!

By the way, a different girl this time called a couple of days ago saying she received a note stating “I might be interested in an estimate” . . . .  sheer stupidity!!  And they’re supposedly “college educated”?  Hmmmm . . . I doubt it.
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Captain Larry James Hanley has come home!

Captain Larry James Hanley, a MIA Vietnam Vet has come home!  I would like to welcome home another brother from “across the pond”.  He’s originally an US Air Force Jet Engine Mechanic from Walla Walla, Washington.
For some more background on the man, see the webpage here at the Union-Bulletin.com website.  For more information on his posthumous promotion to Major and of his funeral, please see the webpage here, also at the Union-Bulletin.com website.
It warms my heart every time I hear of another “brother-in-arms” coming home to finally receive the long-awaited peaceful rest he so rightly deserves.  May the good Lord receive him unto his fold and watch over him until once again he is reunited with his family in the hereafter.
Welcome home my Brother,
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Memorial Day Wish

Hi everyone, I’ve been rather busy around the house working on many projects including collecting donations for my local Veteran’s of Foreign Wars (VFW) Post in Hillsboro, Oregon by way of Poppies.  As one of many Veterans, I had to stop long enough to make this heartfelt wish.

To all my brother Veterans whether you are still active, retired or simply an honorably discharged Veteran like myself; I want to wish you my deepest thanks and blessings to all that have chosen to serve this country when she needed us the most.  And to those of our brothers who never returned, may you be at peace and may the good Lord watch over and keep you until once again we are all reunited by his side.

For this last group I must say this, that they indeed are what are called true heroes and as quoted from the Holy Bible:

“Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.”  —John 15:13

Blessed be our warriors and heroes . . .

SparkChaser4

“No Soliciting” signs

“No Soliciting”  That’s pretty straight forward isn’t it?  I thought they would also be very easy to understand.  Or at least to the normally educated person it should be.  I was mistaken. Since I’ve posted two of these signs near my front door, I’ve had three people knocking on my door trying to “sell” me something.

Two of them “just happened to be in the area” and wanted to tell me about their “great products”.  Lawn aeration for one and a new replacement roof for the other.  The third one stopped by today.

The conversation went like this:

Salesman:  “Hi.  I just happened to be in your neighborhood on another job and I thought I would stop and introduce myself to all the neighbors.”

Me:  (Seeing that he is also holding one of those doorknob-hanging advert cards in his hand with the words,”Special Offer” in big print on it)  “What are you selling?”

Salesman:  “Oh I’m not selling anything!”

Me:  “Glad to hear it, good-bye!”

Salesman:  “No. Wait! I wanted to tell you about . . . “

Me:  I point at one of the two “No Soliciting” signs then again say, “Good-bye”.

Salesman:  “But I’m not soliciting!”

Me:  “If you’re pushing a product, a business, a political party, a religion or asking for donations for your own cause; that’s soliciting.”

Salesman:  “That’s not soliciting. You don’t even know the legal meaning of soliciting!”

Me:  “At my door, that is my definition which is all that matters!  Besides, you’re not much of a sales rep if you constantly argue with your prospective customers now are you?”

Salesman:  “But I’m not soliciting.”

Me:  “Then what are you doing?”

Salesman:  “Well we’re just trying to get our name ‘out there’.”

Me:  “So it’s your business you’re pushing. That’s soliciting, good-bye.”

Salesman:  “But that’s not the legal definition of soliciting.”

Me:  “Next time you’re ‘just in the area’, do two things first, would you?”

Salesman:  “What are they?”

Me:  “One, look up soliciting in the Dictionary and then two, look up the “Green River Ordinance”. We abide by it in our community. Good-bye!”

Then I closed the door. Now all of this has caused me to wonder, if these people are really lacking in a proper education or are they just acting stupid and believe some garbage their supervisor is telling them?  We may never know . . . .

 

SparkChaser4

Sack Lunches

On June 7th of this year, my sister sent me an email with this letter attached thinking I might be interested in it.  She was right.  It brought back some memories of my trip “over the pond” and back from Asia.  Some good memories and some not so good.  My reply to her regarding this email follows after “Sack Lunches”. 

Sack Lunches

I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight.  “I’m glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I will get a short nap,” I thought. Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation.

“Where are you headed?” I asked the soldier seated nearest to me. “Petawawa. We’ll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we’re being deployed to Afghanistan.”

After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time…   As I reached for my wallet, I overheard a soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. “No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn’t be worth five bucks. I’ll wait till we get to base.” His friend agreed.

I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill.  “Take a lunch to all those soldiers.”

She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, as she thanked me. “My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it’s almost like you are doing it for him.” Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, “Which do you like best – beef or chicken?”

“Chicken,” I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. “This is your thanks.”

After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. “I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.” He handed me twenty-five dollars.

Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand and said, “I want to shake your hand.” Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain’s hand.

With a booming voice he said, “I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.” I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.

Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.

When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!

Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to
them and handed them seventy-five dollars. “It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.”

Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers.

As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little…

A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to “The United States of America for an amount of up to and including my life.”
That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.


And here’s my reply:

This was common I heard later on, but earlier it was a rarity. When I flew to Asia, the airlines bought the soldiers on the full airplane each a cold soda. It was on the return trip “across the pond” and toward home that the aircrew bought each of us an alcoholic drink of our choice as a “Welcome Home” and for returning safely stateside once more. This time it wasn’t the airlines, it was the actual crew! And during the flight, each crew member left the cockpit to come back and shake the hand of each and every one of us on the plane! Then they lined up at the hatch and shook all our hands again while wishing us “Good Luck” as we deplaned.
The stewardesses also couldn’t do enough for us during the flight home. Blankets, pillows, hot towels, cold towels, plenty of snacks, I even saw a few that were crying out of happiness for making it home alive and one stewardess that was holding a soldier like a mother does her child, comforting him through his emotional release. Very emotional trip home for all of us. Little did we know the “greeting” that awaited us after touchdown. Even forewarned by the base personnel, we didn’t expect such a showing of hatred toward us. It’s past now and to be forgotten. Maybe, someday.
Love, Denny.
a.k.a.
SparkChaser4

National Moment of Remembrance

On this Memorial day show your appreciation for your freedoms earned by the blood of your Veterans.  Check the link below and don’t forget to set your alarm for 3:00 PM, May 28th, 2012!

Link: http://www.usba.com/remembermemorialday/

Bless all the Soldiers that have served or are serving this nation. You have done well, my brothers!

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