Posts Tagged ‘Holiday’

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

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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

Sorry, I’ve been missing!

It was on Labor Day that I found I wasn’t feeling quite right. Well I was not only light-headed and slightly disoriented, but was having a screaming migraine headache.  So bad that it required me to cover my eyes to block out the light when I went outside for the trip to the Emergency Clinic.  Once there they covered my eyes with cool, damp cloths.  Then the shaking started.  I couldn’t control it no matter how hard I tried.

After calling in help to try to figure out what was happening to me, they all decided that I needed to go to the Emergency Room at the hospital for proper treatment.  I did after a quick glimpse from under the cloth noticed that I had two Ambulance staff there as well as two Firemen Paramedics, two Firemen, two doctors, three nurses, one intern and my wife!  So they loaded me up in the Ambulance and we were on the way with me blindfolded again.

Being a Vietnam vet, I wanted to go to the V.A.’s Emergency Room at their hospital.  Then I heard them tell my wife that I probably wouldn’t make it that far!!  Say what!  They told my wife that I was having cardiac troubles and needed care right away!  Then they asked me and I said, “Let’s go to the closer community hospital then.”  So we changed direction and I found myself in the local hospital’s emergency room soon after.

So after multiple doctors and nurses, a chest x-ray,  a Cat-scan, blood draws, injected meds and other such goings-on, they all made a decision and I was diagnosed with Atrial Fibrillation.  So my heart goes thuh-thump alright, but every so often it decides to go much faster.  So now its been about three weeks and they are still trying to decide what the medicines are that they will prescribe for the condition.

The V.A. system isn’t known for its lightening speed but they get the job done and by the way, did I mention that my doctor has left the V.A.?  So I need not only new meds, but a new doctor as well.  Though I have to admit, the V.A. has been pretty good to me up till now and I’m sure that they will continue to give good service into the future.  Meanwhile it’s hurry-up and wait.  That sure do sound familiar. . . . .

SparkChaser4

Thanks to you all!

It is New Year’s Eve with about two hours to midnight.  I wanted to take a moment to thank my family, my friends and my readers (who hopefully will think of me as their friend!).  I do this blog somewhat irregularly I know and maybe in this new year I will be able to spend more time on it, I hope so.

I started it because of my stroke. It was therapy, something for me to do.  It was a stress reliever, because being full-time disabled at home now is a stressful time for me.  And it’s a way to pass on forty-five plus years of information, instructions and guidance that I have learned in my sixty-two years of living.

I decided after the stroke ended my business and career that the knowledge was still with me even if physically I can no longer do the real labor.  So my blog was born.  To pass on this knowledge and experience to any who ask for it.  Up till now there hasn’t been that many asking, but for 2012 there will be many more.  Of this I am sure.  So with my reader’s help and the Good Lord’s guidance, we will make 2012 a very good and prosperous new year.  So everyone, Happy New Year and talk with you soon!

God Bless,

SparkChaser4

Where Our Freedom Comes From

WHERE OUR FREEDOM COMES FROM:

T’was the night before Christmas,
He lived all alone.
In a one-bedroom house
Made of plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney
With presents to give,
And to see just who
In this home did live.

I looked all about
A strange sight I did see.
No tinsel, no presents,
Not even a tree.

No stocking by mantle,
Just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures
Of far and distant lands.

With medals and badges,
Awards of all kinds.
A sober thought
Came through my mind.

For this house was different,
It was dark and dreary.
I found the home of a soldier,
Once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping,
Silent, alone.
Curled up on the floor
In this one-bedroom home.

The face was so gentle,
The room in such disorder.
Not how I pictured,
A United States Soldier.

Was this the hero
Of whom I’d just read?
Curled up on a poncho,
The floor for a bed.

I realized the families
That I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these soldiers
Who were willing to fight.

Soon ’round the world
The children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate
A bright Christmas Day.

They all enjoyed freedom
Each month of the year.
Because of the soldiers,
Like the one lying here.

I couldn’t help wonder
How many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve
In a land far from Home.

The very thought
Brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees
And started to cry.

The soldier awakened
and I heard a rough voice,
“Santa don’t cry,
This life is my choice.

I fight for freedom,
I don’t ask for more.
My live is my God,
My Country, my Corps.”

The soldier rolled over
And drifted to sleep.
I couldn’t control it,
I continued to weep.

I wept for hours
So silent and still,
And we both shivered
From the cold night’s chill.

I didn’t want to leave
On that cold, dark night,
This guardian of honor
So willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over
With a voice soft and pure,
Whispered, “Carry on, Santa.
It’s Christmas Day, all is secure.”

One look at my watch
And I knew he was right.
“Merry Christmas my friend,
And to all a Good Night!”

Thanks to An Ordinary American for allowing us to copy this from his site.

Merry Christmas Everyone!
SparkChaser4

Veteran’s Day Outing

On Veteran’s Day of this year, my wife and I attended the Free Lunch for Veteran’s given annually at the local Applebee’s Restaurant as we did last year. I wrote this following letter on returning home later that evening to my family.

 

Hi all;

I had to say something about what happen to me, November 11, 2011. Nida (my wife) and I went to the 185th Avenue Applebee’s Restaurant for lunch. I knew beforehand about the nice spread they put on free for Veterans as we attended it last year also. Only this time was a little different.

While seated at our table, waiting for our order to be delivered, I happen to spot several children moving amongst the crowds. And believe me, the place was packed with additional people outside in the cold waiting for their name on the list to be called. Anyway, after seeing the children, I absently thought they were just with their parents as I noticed a few women and men following behind them.

I then saw two young boys that stopped at the table next to us and spoke with the five Veterans seated there. Dismissing it from my mind, I went back to scanning a drink menu for a bit when I felt a small hand rest upon my arm. I looked up to see a young boy of about eight years of age, look me in the eyes and was saying something. Due to the din in the restaurant, I asked him to repeat what he had said and so he did.

“Are you a Veteran?”, he asked. I said that I was, whereupon he handed me an obviously hand-made card and then, offered his hand. I took it in mine and shook it gently. I told him of my appreciation for such a kind gesture and thanked him again. He took the half-step to close on me and leaned forward toward my ear. I leaned toward him waiting to hear what he wanted to tell me. He told me just three words, three words that brought tears to my eyes.

He said, “You’re my hero.” It was like a punch in the stomach. The tears started a little just then, as I watched him move on to the next table past Nida and I. Now admittedly in the past I have had many individuals walked up to me, grab my hand, my arm or shoulder, even one that gave me a peck on the cheek, all thanking me for my service. I’ve been thanked by men, women, boys and girls from around thirteen and up. But this male was the youngest and a proper gentleman at that.

After meeting this young man and thinking if this is what our youngest generation is like, it has allayed my mind of any fears or doubts whatsoever in knowing we are leaving this world in good hands.

May He bless them all,

Love, Denny & Nida

 

Now here are scans of both sides of that card he gave me.

 

Your My Heroscan0002

 

For those that have trouble reading the small print, here is what it says:

 

Heroes

In war, there are lives taken and lives risked

Men and women giving there best to defend what they love

They defend their country

Their honor

Their people

 

Some call them soldiers

Others call them heroes

 

Our veterans have risked their lives for us

They have lived through difficulty and fought with honor

 

Many have killed

And regret doing so

 

For every life, there is a soul

For every soul, there is a life

 

For those who have died, we show great appreciation

For those who live, along with them live the horrific memories of battle

 

Some, memories of defeat

Some, memories of victory.

 

Our veterans were more than soldiers

They were, and still are heroes

Indeed!  Bless them all!

SparkChaser4

The Brits took notice and our media didn’t!

So why is it that the British took notice of this atrocity and yet our news media didn’t even mention it?  What, you might ask?  Well try this headline for an opener:  “Barack Obama’s decision to play golf on Memorial Day was disrespectful and hardly presidential”.  This headline was spotted at The Telegraph and the article goes on to tell us about how the Prez after laying a wreath on the Tomb of the Unknowns, also didn’t waste any time getting out to the course on that day either.  Funny thing is that neither incidence of his prioritizing his golf game over a very solemn and patriotic occasion to our nation was deemed newsworthy to this nation’s liberal news media. Now about the other sixty-eight times he taken off to play golf . . .!

SparkChaser4