Just a reminder to the readers:
Your secrets from all knaves you should conceal;
Nor should you mysteries to fools reveal;
Your hopes you should keep close from all mankind;
See you be careful how with men you deal.
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Did you check out the new dollar designs? It is just great! Very humorous! wink
The pressure is constant.
Join Facebook! "It is the window to the world!"
Yeah, like the view from a narrow sidewalk level window in a basement apartment in Seattle.
Join Facebook! "You will meet the most interesting people!"
Probably as interesting as the guy who sent me an invitation for speed dating last week....
Here is a great article sent to me this a.m. by a blog reader.
I appreciate my readers who recognize the "Gap Theory" is alive and well between my ears.
Hence, an enduring willingness to bring me up to speed on topics of interest. smile
Be educated - when you can spare approximately thirty minutes of reading time.
You will see the return of my first-class marginal talent soon. Golf clap, please. wink
May September 11, 2010 be a day of quietness and confidence across America.
May our men and women in uniform be strengthened and kept safe.
Let the bread of peace be our portion and may God Almighty heal our land.
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Sleeping children are beautiful. There is just something angelic and soft within little faces still free of the burdens borne by adults. Standing within an angel's whisper of my friend we looked quietly at the slight frame. Colorful knit cap covered beautiful brown hair. Eyelashes curtsied to cheeks and small nose upturned like open flower. I love the femininity of little girls in colorful dresses. Chloe sported both dress and small vest. The fingers of her right hand were curled around the beads of a pink rosary. Her tiny hands were etched with filigree knuckle lines. As I leaned toward her small face the large bouquets of flowers mixed color with light and shadow with promise.
Gently touching the right side of her forehead I ran my fingers along the bruising. The cap covered the surgical scar. But the bruising? It was another story. A hand reached out to lay across tiny chest. A voice of love sparkled across the small child. My friend spoke softly.
"Chloe, the last time I put my hand over your heart was to feel it beating before you were taken off life support. Now, your heart is beating in someone else." Life from death, hope from sorrow. All available organs were harvested for greater purpose.
Less then two weeks before I had seen the face of death. Still grieving. But this death was different. Chloe was the granddaughter of a friend, another registered nurse. She was only two years old - blunt force trauma - child abuse victim. I had cried with the first death. But the death of a child brings only an initial numbness.
Departing the funeral home I heard two men speaking:
"Did you do it?"
"No, I couldn't go in there."
Despite the pain I remain grateful for the opportunity to say goodbye to Chloe. Today other small children are saying hello to renewed life. And Terri, did I mention that I love you?
*Editor's note: Chloe's father (the son of my friend) had no part in his daughter's death. But it is an act of domestic violence.