To all my friends and loved ones I want to say "Thank You" for being in my life! I have so much to be thankful for and it seems only right to say it on this day. Winter snow has arrived a little early for everyone and it is the coldest Thanksgiving I have seen for a long while but still I wouldn't trade this day. It is my prayer that everyone gets to see their loved ones today, wish them joy and happiness with a hug as well. Squirrels are gathering food in the woods behind my home, they too celebrate the day, so it appears anyway, I like to think so. God's creatures in all shapes and sizes are happy today. All creation rejoices, I like that too. Happy Thanksgiving to Everyone,
Veterans day is a day of remembrance for all who have served and are serving our country. So many families have had and have loved ones serving over seas. I come from a strong military back ground with veterans from World War II and Korea. My late husband served in Desert Storm. It is a honor, plain and simple. It is important for all of our veterans to know that they are never forgotten, that we are grateful for their sacrifice and that we love and support them.
There is an Indian saying so true "Don't judge a man until you have walked a mile in his shoes." Seems like I learn this lesson on a daily basis, which as it should be. My co-worker and I chat while we are working together and God Bless Her, through all her life, she has had one trial after another, some I am not sure I could bare if it happened to me. What an awesome person she is and still she knows how to smile and as she put it "Got To Go On!" I hope God always gives her strength to keep going too!
We both share the same treatment with depression/ anxiety, although she had been on it longer. I started my treatment with Paxil after my husband died. A wise doctor told me as I sat in his examination room that "Many people have gone through a lot worse" of course at the time I thought "What a horrible thing to say to a widow with two small children" but you know what?, he was absolutely right. I don't know if I ever told him that and I hope he reads this because I have learned his teaching over the years since. We all carry burdens, some maybe heavier than others. Thankfully we all have each other to lighten the load. We can understand each other's needs. I know too that the same doctor is going through some trials of his own, what he has been through in his past and now present with he and his family is not an easy one, even as believers, it can be a hard to comprehend "Why?" My love and prayers goes out to them as well.
Maybe that is why the Good Lord gives us shoulders and gentle hands as a reassurance of security to help carry the load for every one of us who just needs a little help now and then.
I have been battling white hair for a few years now and I know now that my son is about ready to learn to drive, I am going to go completely white! I picked up a book at the D.M.V. about driving rules and regulations, the same one we all have to read to get a licence. I am proud of my son but feel anxious about letting him behind the wheel. I know he'll be fine because he has better sense than me and he wants my dad to teach him.
My dad gave test as part of his job when he worked as a Ohio Highway Patrol Auxie. He was also a Sgt. in the U.S Army. My sisters , my brother and I all got taken out for spin around the block with dad to correct our mistakes, everyone of us came back in the house with tears streaming down our face because we messed up. We all understood that he was training us right and the seriousness of being safe when sharing the road with others.
For me, my oops was turning too wide and in a 1977 Ford LTD, turning wide was REAL WIDE. My sisters foe-pas were going through a red light on Sandusky Street and not stopping at the railroad tracks on Shanahan Road. I am not real sure what my brother's boo-boo was, I can't remember but we all experienced repercussions from our actions.
My son has become real close too his grandpa, almost like pals, so it wasn't a surprise when my son wanted him to teach him the ins and outs of driving. When I told my sister that, she patted my son on the back and said simply "Good luck, you are going to need it."
My dad is 79 now and I am not sure if his tolerance level is good as it was when I learned how to drive, but when I did my father suggested a local driver's school. It was there I was introduced to the Driver's Ed Film that the instructor was so proud of obtaining for the class. My dad spoke to him about his days in The Ohio Highway Patrol and how The Highway Safety Foundation filmed the patrol at the accident scenes. I remember seeing the film for the first time and being "Scared Out Of My Wits" and not wanting to drive that night.
I make sure I emphasis to my son how important staying alert when driving, attention is very important, Safety is number one. I know he understands and that the wisdom of my dad will sink in.
Owning a car can be the most exciting thing or the most frustrating thing. I had my first car when I was nineteen and delighted in car ownership and over the years many automobiles have dotted my past. Like everything else when something goes wrong with them, they go in stretches. My latest car has given me some troubles. Before I got it, it had a pretty tough life. It has had a new transmission put in it and the mileage is low. Its latest trouble is the heater hose, a system on the firewall of the car.
To nurse it until my brother and father can look at it, I have had to fill up the reserve tank. How fun is this? Before work, I check and fill, after work I check or fill. I know I haven't been the only one to do this dance and more than likely it won't be the last dance with it.
I need to get my licence renewed this year and yearly tags. Getting a new "Mug" shot is always a hit and miss ordeal. The picture could be good or bad, no matter how you boil it down, get your picture done in the morning, ITS ZOMBIE TIME. If I get it done after work, I know I will look like I stepped out of a battle zone. The best I guess, is to get it done in between time and hope the people behind the counter are in a good mood. However, I am stuck another four years with a picture I don't like. Driver licence pictures should be classified with a "Caution" look at your own risk without laughing or screaming. Maybe that's why the Highway Patrol is always very quiet when looking it over at a traffic stop
Driving is a sign of independence and great responsibility that's true, along with this is the joys of dealing with all the unpleasantness that comes with it. Auto repairs and bad driver licence pictures.
My dad had worked on vehicles for over fifty years of his life. Most of the time, if you could name it, he had worked on it or knew someone who did. My father is seventy nine now and don't do much mechanics only to give advice or pin-point problems to the exact science. I had always marveled at my father on how well respected he was and is with his knowledge. I think all of us who look up to our parents feel a sense of pride and "Bragging Rights" that are granted to us to make known to others and why not. What is so terrible to boast about those we love when we are proud to the point of tears. What we learn from our parents is so precious and rare, especially as they age. The gifts are retained in our memory and come out visually in the things we do everyday, a lot of times not even knowing it.
Not long ago, maybe a week or so, my nephew's car was experiencing trouble with its fuel pump. My brother agreed to look at the car. He had learned so much from my father and dad came over to his home to help out even though he couldn't get underneath of it. What a special bond between my brother and my dad. I think its one that only fathers and sons understand between themselves as do mothers and daughters. Not one of these should be violated because it is for certain a spiritual connection of sorts. It is a guarantee that the job will be done right. Between them and for others. Satisfaction is there, when the project is completed. My brother worked and my father guided him. My brother used his hands as my dad's hands.
I like it, how else could make it an unbeatable combination, after all it is born in us, trusting as we do when we take our first steps. So here's to all the sons and their dads, never let go. that bond runs deep!
