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Showing posts with label Hero. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hero. Show all posts

Sunday, June 9, 2019

Thank You Lt. Dan


If you've seen the movie "Forrest Gump" (is there anyone who hasn't?) then you are familiar with the character "Lt. Dan".

But what you might not know is that actor Gary Sinise is a great American patriot.  He has a charitable foundation called the Gary Sinise Foundation https://www.garysinisefoundation.org/  that supports soldiers, veterans, first responders, and their families.  He also formed the "Lt. Dan Band" which performs at bases and USO stops (these are free) and public concerts to raise money for the foundation.  (He has played Ft. Campbell several times).

He gives and gives and gives of himself.

So I was moved to see this video of him watching people say "thank you".  Watch it... I think you will be moved too.




Thursday, April 13, 2017

Heroes All Around

In April 1942, American and Filipino allies were captured by the Japanese following the Battle of Bataan.  They were forced to march over 60 miles to the prisioner of war camp they would be kept.  Of the estimated 80,000 POWs at the march, only 54,000 made it to Camp O'Donnell.

This came to be known as The Bataan Death March.

The Bataan Death March had a large impact on the U.S. state of New Mexico, given that many of the U.S. soldiers in Bataan were from New Mexico, specifically from the 200th/515th Coast Artillery of the National Guard. The New Mexico National Guard Bataan Memorial Museum is located in the Armory where the soldiers of the 200th and 515th were processed before their deployment to the Philippines in 1941. (Wiki) 


Every year, in early spring, the Bataan Memorial Death March, a 26.2-mile march/run (marathon) is conducted at White Sands Missile Range, New Mexico. On March 19th 2017, over 6,300 participants queued up at the starting line for the 28th annual event, breaking not only all previous records of attendance but also the amount of non-perishable food collected for local food pantries and overall charitable goods donated.

The above are runners from this year's marathon.


And these two ladies in red are my friends from Team Red, White, and Blue.  They ran the marathon this year.  I am so proud of them I could pop.

But that is not the only awesomeness of the day.


Survivors of the Bataan Death March were there to cheer the runners on!  Seven came this year.


Here's a group photo of these heroes.

Did I hear you say, "That is only six men."?

You'd would be right.

Where is the 7th man?


99 year old survivor Ben Skardon was WALKING the first 8.5 miles of the course!!!  He did the route in 4 hours and 2 seconds... his personal best.  (He's done this for the last 10 years).

Skardon says that as long as he’s able, he will keep making his pilgrimage to the desert each year. It’s his sacred responsibility. 

“I get focused. I even think of things I haven’t thought about in years, [but] it’s not a time for meditation. I don’t try to think of all the ramifications,” he explained. “My debt to Henry Leitner and Otis Morgan is heavy. It cannot be repaid. People ask me, ‘How can you account for being alive when your best friends are dead?’  I say, ‘I can’t.’”




Monday, April 3, 2017

Facing Darkness

You have one more chance to see this incredible movie.  It is being shown again on 10 April.  GO!! 


Dr. Kent Brantly and Amber Brantly ~ Samaritan's Purse medical missionaries to Liberia.


Dr. Brantly didn't come to Liberia to face Ebola...


... but when Ebola came, he did not run.


He stayed and fought for the people of Liberia in the very worst of conditions.

He contracted Ebola...


Maybe you remember this?  August 2nd, 2014.

That is Dr Brantly stepping down from the ambulance.  He received experimental treatment in Liberia that saved his life and made it possible for him to come home to the US for treatment.


He survived against all odds.


And became Time's "Person of the Year".  But not because he survived but because he - and so many others - stayed.

They stayed to face a darkness like we will probably (hopefully) never know.

Go see this movie.

Go!

In it, they tell of how the world didn't care about Ebola and what was happening in west Africa in 2014.  Apparently ~ at least in Clarksville ~ they still don't.  We went to the first showing on 30 March.  Got there 40 minutes early so we cold get a good seat.

There were 37 people (including us) who came.  Thirty seven.  And not a single pastor, not even one.  No Christian doctors either.

This web site will show you what theater it is at near you. You can buy your tickets at the site too (we did).    http://facingdarknessmovie.com/theaters

Go! It's not just about Ebola. It's not just about Kent Brantly. It's about miracles on top of miracles. It's about hope, compassion, and what a real hero is.

Go...

Friday, November 11, 2016

Friday, September 30, 2016

To Bring A Smile

Sometimes a very little thing can become a very big thing.  I wish I could embed the video but this is the best I can do.  The link is below the photo.







Saturday, July 25, 2015

All Available Boats

I came across this video about a little known part of the 911 attack.  How the boats of every type answered the Coast Guard call:  All available boats!

When I visited NYC in '03 I went to a museum/memorial on the east side of Manhattan at one of the docks.  It was incredible.






Friday, October 3, 2014

A Hero For Today -- Courage and Brains: Fatu Kekula

Ebola is the terror topic of the week.  But CNN reported on a young woman with courage and brains who has taken charge where so many have failed.  I would love to give towards this woman's college education!  



CNN) -- It can be exhausting nursing a child through a nasty bout with the flu, so imagine how 22-year-old Fatu Kekula felt nursing her entire family through Ebola.

Her father. Her mother. Her sister. Her cousin. Fatu took care of them all, single-handedly feeding them, cleaning them and giving them medications.

And she did so with remarkable success. Three out of her four patients survived. That's a 25% death rate -- considerably better than the estimated Ebola death rate of 70%.

Fatu stayed healthy, which is noteworthy considering that more than 300 health care workers have become infected with Ebola, and she didn't even have personal protection equipment -- those white space suits and goggles used in Ebola treatment units.

Instead Fatu, who's in her final year of nursing school, invented her own equipment. International aid workers heard about Fatu's "trash bag method" and are now teaching it to other West Africans who can't get into hospitals and don't have protective gear of their own.

Every day, several times a day for about two weeks, Fatu put trash bags over her socks and tied them in a knot over her calves. Then she put on a pair of rubber boots and then another set of trash bags over the boots.

She wrapped her hair in a pair of stockings and over that a trash bag. Next she donned a raincoat and four pairs of gloves on each hand, followed by a mask.

It was an arduous and time-consuming process, but Fatu was religious about it, never cutting corners.

UNICEF Spokeswoman Sarah Crowe said Fatu is amazing.

"Essentially this is a tale of how communities are doing things for themselves," Crowe said. "Our approach is to listen and work with communities and help them do the best they can with what they have."

She emphasized, of course, that it would be better for patients to be in real hospitals with doctors and nurses in protective gear -- it's just that those things aren't available to many West Africans.

No one knows that better than Fatu.

Her Ebola nightmare started Juy 27, when her father, Moses, had a spike in blood pressure. She took him to a hospital in their home city of Kakata.

A bed was free because a patient had just passed away. What no one realized at the time was that the patient had died of Ebola.
One woman walked in, and the Ebola nightmare began

Moses, 52, developed a fever, vomiting and diarrhea. Then the hospital closed down because nurses started dying of Ebola.
Fatu took her father to Monrovia, the capital city, about a 90-minute drive via difficult roads. Three hospitals turned him away because they were full.

She took him back to another hospital in Kakata. They said he had typhoid fever and did little for him, so Fatu took him home, where he infected three other family members: Fatu's mother, Victoria, 57; Fatu's sister, Vivian, 28, and their 14-year-old cousin who was living with them, Alfred Winnie.

While operating her one-woman Ebola hospital for two weeks, Fatu consulted with their family doctor, who would talk to her on the phone, but wouldn't come to the house. She gave them medicines she obtained from the local clinic and fluids through intravenous lines that she started.

At times, her patients' blood pressure plummeted so low she feared they would die.

"I cried many times," she said. "I said 'God, you want to tell me I'm going to lose my entire family?' "

But her father, mother, and sister rallied and were well on their way to recovery when space became available at JFK Medical Center on August 17. Alfred never recovered, though, and passed away at the hospital the next day.

"I'm very, very proud," her father said. "She saved my life through the almighty God."

Now he's working to find a scholarship for Fatu so she can finish her final year of nursing school. He has no doubt his daughter will go on to save many more people during her life.

"I'm sure she'll be a great giant of Liberia," he said.




Monday, May 26, 2014

Memorial Day


This Memorial Day... 

Remember those who served.

Remember the sacrifice of those who gave their lives.
Remember the the loss of their families.

Remember those who came home.

Remember that everyone one of them is wounded one way or another.
Remember their families who love them through those wounds.

Remember those who have not yet fought.

Remember that they bear the stress of not knowing what their future holds.
Remember their families who do not know what their future holds either.

Remember them all.



~~ Teri ~~



Friday, May 2, 2014

Compassion Sponsorship From the Other Side

Last weekend Himself and I had the opportunity to work another Compassion International concert.  It was a bit different this time as it was an outside venue. 


The pianist is Aaron Shust (“My Savior, My God”). 


And these were the other acts – the band is MikesChair with Jonny Diaz joining them.


But this is what it is all about for me… telling people about the kids.  Our co-worker Rachel loved showing the packets to this family.  That mama is raising those babies right – explaining to them as best she could about the program.


Look at all those precious faces.


Her packet says a whole lot.

But what made this event unique is another girl from Uganda.  One who had been like sweet little Pretty… a child in a sponsor packet.


This is Juliana.  At one time her future was bleak.  Her father died and her mother couldn’t afford the fees for her to go to school.  The little girl sold yams in the market.  Then someone told them about Compassion.  Juliana was enrolled in the program.

One day a family picked up a packet at some concert and fell in love with the sweet face they saw.

Juliana was sponsored.  Her sponsor family encouraged her and helped her to believe she could live her dreams if she worked hard.  She made it thru school with high grades and was accepted into the Compassion Leadership Program.  She made it thru college, earning a Bachelors.  

Then she was accepted into Baylor for her Masters in Social Work.  Juliana graduated last May and by now is heading home to Uganda where she will work for Compassion to make a difference in children’s lives.  She also has a woman’s self-help venture where ladies learn to make beads to support themselves. 

And she had closed the circle… Juliana is the sponsor of a little Ugandan girl.


It’s humbling to stand next to a true hero.

If you are interested in helping a child, go to www.compassion.com  




Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Heath Calhoun: Home Town Boy and Olympian

Clarksville welcomed home our own Olympian last Saturday.  A super Olympian in my books…

Heath Calhoun won a silver medal in the Sochi Winter Olympics in the men’s sitting super-combined ski event.

Yes… sitting.

Heath is a Para-Olympian and a veteran of the 101st Airborne Division out of Ft. Campbell.  He was injured in Iraq when he was hit by an RPG round.  His injuries resulted in him losing both of his legs above the knee.

There was quite a turn-out for his homecoming.  Heath flew into the local airport and was paraded through town.  He was escorted by the Patriot Guard Riders and I think every other motorcycle rider in a hundred radius.

The public was invited to line the parade route to welcome him home with flags and lots of noise.  And then to a party at the local Harley shop.

Well, that was an invitation I couldn’t resist!

Himself and I found a nice place to park and were waiting with our flags and an air-horn I found at the Dollar Tree.  



Pretty soon here came the bikes!


Bikes as far as your eye could see!


And finally… the man of the day.  You can just barely see him in the front passenger seat waving at us.



It was way too crowded at the Harley dealership so we drove on by.  But it sure looked like it was a great party.  I heard he stayed until everyone who wanted to visit with him had done so.  He also let kids put on his silver medal and posed with them for photos.

He sounds like a pretty nice guy to me.



Thursday, April 4, 2013

Go Get His Mommy!!

I watched something this last weekend that absolutely amazed me. 
 
Himself and I were treated to an afternoon having the babies all to ourselves.  Good times to be had!
 
Our lunch stop was at Chic-Fil-A both for the food and for the indoor play area.  Himself retreated to the car to listen to talk radio rather than the shrieks of about 10 playing kiddos.  Too bad because he missed it…
 
After a bit the lunch rush thinned and there were 5 kids in the play area; Little Bird (3.5 yrs old) and Little Hoss (2.5 yrs old), a boy who was about 4, and two brothers… little Colton who was about 18 months and Big Brother who was about 7 and charged with watching his baby brother.  The 4 yr old’s mother and I were sitting inside the play area on a bench and the mom of the brothers was just outside the glass door at their table (she could see into the play area). 
 
Wee Colton had climbed up the play areas stairway and at the top he came down with a bad case of “height fright”. 
 
 
At the sound of his whimpers, he was immediately surrounded by Little Bird, the 4 yr old (in the orange shirt), and Big Bro (right behind Colton).  Little Bird and Big Bro immediately started discussing the problem and trying to get Colton back down the stairs, while the 4 year old lent moral support.  It was so interesting watching them (and Colton wasn’t in any real distress) that the other mother and I sat and watched to see what they would do.
 
 
The three tried to coax him down but he wasn’t going ANYWHERE. 
 
The whimpers started to get louder. 
 
 
As Little Bird wrapped her arms around him (which actually calmed him), she asked “Where’s his Mommy?!  He needs his Mommy!!”
 
Big Bro told her that he was his brother.
 
She told him “Go get his Mommy!”
 
Big Bro said that their Mom told him not to leave him, so he had to stay there with him. 
 
Little Bird just repeated – “Go get his Mommy!”
 
You could see that Big Bro was torn.  He finally told Little Bird to stay with Colton while he went for Mommy.  Little Bird said she would.  (The kids seemed totally oblivious to the fact there were two adults sitting five feet away).  Big Bro took a couple steps then turned and once again told Bird to stay with his brother and again she said she would.
 
 
Then as Big Bro went farther down the steps, he again stopped when his face was level with the step little Colton was parked at, and told Bird yet AGAIN not to leave his brother.
 
She’d had it with him!  She whipped around to face him and said, “I Said I STAY!!!  Thpfffffftttt!!” as she raspberried him in her frustration.  Big Bro didn’t say another word as he retreated down the stairs to get ol’ Mom (but boy were his eyes big!). 
 
Folks, I about choked trying not to laugh out loud! 
 
 
Little Bird sat there with her arms around Colton until his Mommy showed up.  I quickly explained what was going on.  Ended up she had to go in after him, as he still wouldn’t come down with his brother even with Mommy in the room. 
 
It was absolutely fascinating watching those children come together and work out how to solve the problem.  And it amazed me how sure of herself Little Bird was. 
 
Wow.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

A Few of a Thousand Reasons...

Yesterday Himself turned 55 and I have been blessed to spend 31 of those years with him.  Here are 23 things I love about this man of mine:
 
 
~ He likes to go for walks with me… even tho I walk slower than he wants to.
 
 
~He helps me do yard work that I don’t want to do… like digging holes.
 
 
~He cooks breakfast… even for Sasha!
 
 
~He makes me laugh.
 
 
~He’ll try new things… even if he already knows he probably won’t like it.
 
 
~Did I mention he makes me laugh?
 
 
~He helps me with my crazy adventures and experiments.
 
 
~He cares about other people.
 
 
~He doesn’t mind carrying things around for me.
 
 
~He LIKES to wash dishes!
 
 
~He will go strawberry picking with me.
 
 
~He leads a Bible study for our family.
 
 
~He cooks desserts!  From scratch!
 
 
~He rescues birds.
 
 
~He carries a LOT of things for me…
 
 
~He loves being with the babies.
 
 
~He stops for chocolate…
 
 
~He loves exploring new places.
 
 
~He takes classes with me.
 
 
~He encourages my gardening and creative projects.
 
 
~He takes me on the BEST vacations!
 
 
~He loves to climb mountains... and doesn't mind that I don't.
 
 
~And he loves me absolutely.
 
Happy Birthday my Love!