Swimming Pool Shocks Me

swimming pool shocks me
”… And be thankful.”     (Colossians 3:15)<br /><br /><br />My dearly Beloved,<br /><br />Saying a simple “thank you” can touch any person’s heart. Even the most hardhearted of all will succumb these words. But do we apply this beautiful rule to our spiritual lives as well. The God who gave His all to save and redeem the human race from the condemnation of sins, deserves it the most. One praise from the heart of even the most wicked person on Earth to Lord Most High can touch His heart. But the truth of the matter is these two words can only be uttered by the one who is humbles.<br /><br />Here is an incident that took place in the land of South Africa. There was a robbery in a house. Nine robbers had entered that house. The alarm in the house-owner’s mobile alerted him of the intrusion while he had gone off to a nearby place. He rushed back home in his car. The eight robbers, upon hearing the owner’s entry, escaped by scaling over the fence. But one of them got caught. There was a big swimming pool at the back of the house. When this robber tried to escape through that way, the house owner pushed him hard into the swimming pool. When he realized that the robber did not know swimming, the owner jumped in and saved that robber. Assuming that the robber would thank him for that and would betray the other eight, he was in for a shock. The robber brandished a knife before him and threatened to kill him.<br /><br />Beloved, this is the nature of the world; it gives you wickedness instead of gratification. However, let us being children of God praise Him and be thankful to Him always for all that He has done for us. We see in the Bible as, “Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom which cannot be shaken, let us have grace, by which we may serve God acceptably with reverence and godly fear.” (Hebrews 12:28)<br /><br />We, who are going to receive a kingdom from Him, should be even more grateful to the Lord God Jehovah! Walking in reverence and godly fear unlocks His immeasurable blessings. There is power in gratitude. Let us hold on to this key and touch the heart of our heavenly Father in any adverse situation we may be in right now. Let experience the divine joy it is to praise the Lord and live an abundant life!<br /><br /><br />Prayer<br /><br />Dear heavenly Father<br /><br />I am thankful for all you are to me. I am so blessed and grateful for what You have done for us. Thank You for the blood of Jesus that cleanses us from all the filth of this world. My heart praises you for the leading of the Holy Spirit in my life and Your light that is a lamp to our feet. My spirit soars high to worship Your name as You fulfill all my needs. My life is not the same Lord. Bless You Father and Thank You for everything!<br /><br />In Jesus name<br /><br />Amen!
Norman Bond leaves lasting legacy in Chester County<br /><br />Chaya Scott, executive director of the Coatesville Youth Initiative stands in an activity area at their new location in the Benner Building in Coatesville on Monday. VINNY TENNIS — Daily Local News COATESVILLE >> More than a quarter of a century has passed since longtime Chester County civil rights activist and local entrepreneur Norman Bond suffered an unexpected and tragic fatal heart attack at the age of 66. When Bond died in April 1989, he was remembered as a “pillar of strength” who fought for the rights of minorities across the county and helped causes as diverse as black steelworkers fighting for equal wages and working conditions in Coatesville to black voters gaining representation on West Chester’s Borough Council. Reacting to his sudden death, one of his nine children told a reporter that his family was in “a state of shock. It was all so sudden. He’s going to be very much missed.” #AD_text{ font-size: 11px; color: #999999; } (function() { var secondaryMedia = $(“#secondary-media”).css(‘height’); var factbox = $(“#factbox”).css(‘height’); var internalContent = parseInt(secondaryMedia + factbox); if((internalContent Recently, in the midst of a cold February day, one of the members of that large family sat and spoke with the Daily Local News about the force of that philosophical inheritance and how it plays out in her own work as she strives to give young people in Coatesville and other communities the tools to make their own lives better — just as Bond tried to make the lives of his peers better. “From the first minute I remember existing, fighting for others and speaking up and making a difference has always been a part of my DNA,” said Chaya Scott, one of Bond’s 16 grandchildren and the executive director of the Coatesville Youth Initiative (CYI), an agency that is part of the Brandywine Health Foundation. “I’ve seen it modeled in my own family. I’ve seen it modeled with my grandfather. I know that is what we are all supposed to be doing.” “My family followed my grandfather’s legacy of fighting for others and leveling the paying field,” Scott said in the CYI’s offices on East Lincoln Highway in the city where she now lives. “I am just a small piece of a broader picture that he helped initiate.” Bond’s history was one of hard work both in his professional life and in his community work on behalf of civil rights causes, Scott told an interviewer. He passed that same spirit along to his descendants, including his son, Stephen Bond, who was elected a member of West Chester Borough Council, and his daughter, Doris A. Bond, who was the longtime head of the NAACP’s West Chester Chapter. Scott, 36, said her earliest memories of her grandfather revolved around the former West Chester Community center — now the Charles A. Melton Arts & Education Center. “He was a very soft spoken man,” she said, referring to him by the childhood nickname, “Pup-Pup.“ “When he said what he said, you just had to take it for what it was. I remember him taking me to the community center. I remember watching him clean up and fix things, and I would sit there and listen. I remember him being there at pre-school when we had story time, and he would be in the background fixing things. “He used to call me his ‘Little Monk,’” she said. “I was the kid who would sit on his lap and he would tell stories about some of the work that he had done.” That work included not only helping the community center remain an important part of a community where black citizens weren’t excluded from mainstream social and business organizations, but also going beyond the borough’s boundaries to fight for the rights of minorities across the county. With his colleagues Melton and W.T.M. Johnson, Bond was a founding member of the United Political Action Committee, which filed suit against Lukens Steel and its unions for discriminatory practices and earned a million-dollar settlement. He was also an integral part of the fight to have the borough’s election map changed from an at-large system to a ward system, effectively guaranteeing that there would be minority representation on a body that had been mostly white for decades. “I grew up watching protests when things were happening in the borough,” Scott said. As a sixth grader in West Chester, she watched the Ku Klux Klan march through the center of town in 1991. ”I was there picketing with the NAACP because it was just so disrespectful to pick the end of town where it was a majority of minorities,” she said. “I got to watch that as a 12 year old.” Bond died when Scott was 10 years old, but she said adults, who saw the need to take young people under their wing and help them avoid the pitfalls of youth, helped her on her path. She pays credit to educators like Reginald Washington and Alice Thomas for their guidance, and she has largely translated that dedication to her work with the Coatesville Youth Initiative. According to its website, The Coatesville Youth Initiative is an independent nonprofit organization committed to training youth leaders, enhancing family relationships, building community collaboration and encouraging prevention education. Since 2008, its mission has been “to contribute to a vibrant future for Coatesville by engaging youth in experiences that support their success in school and in life, and by uniting a wide range of partners to make the community better for everyone.” “I know the difference one person can make in the life of a kid,” Scott said. “Looking at that from a higher perspective, how powerful would it be for adults to come alongside young people and help them figure out what their skills and talents are and how to have those skills and talents be of value to the community that they are a part of. “It is the kids that are going to change these communities, it’s not us,” she noted, laughing heartily. “We’re almost out to pasture. They are the ones that are going to be the movers and the shakers and the thought leaders who will transform and change what impact looks like here.” Her grandfather’s work instilled in her that dedication to the future, she said. “That’s part of why I fight as hard as I do here.” Bond had a knack for “seeing around the corner, being able to look out for other people and use (his) talents to look out for others. That had to be a part of that his entrepreneurial spirit, but also a part of the community work he did.” What kept Bond going in spite of the struggles he faced, Scott said, was simply ”the belief that he had a purpose, and that he was going to live that purpose out with every breath of his body. “And that is the same philosophy that I have. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am supposed to be here. I know that this is the work that I was put here to do, and I know my job is to make a way for this next generation and to keep the conversation going. I’m supposed to kick the door down for the kids, give them the tools necessary and let them in. That’s what keeps me going. That’s what gets me up every day. She said that in assessing her grandfather’s influence, she began to see how widely it spread, through all her uncles and aunts and cousins. “My grandfather’s legacy carried farther than I think I had even realized until I started thinking about it,” she said. “I’ve had the sincere pleasure of having aunts and uncles I’ve been able to watch, and seeing opportunities evolve, and now seeing cousins do the same thing. It’s not all about me. “I’m just a small piece of a generation,” Scott said. “I am a small piece of a family. I am a small piece of a legacy that started with my Pup-pup. To contact staff writer Michael P. Rellahan call 610-696-1544. Source: http://www.dailylocal.com/<br />http://newsinpenn.com/norman-bond-leaves-lasting-legacy-in-chester-county/
Fifty Shades of Grey Movie Review<br /><br />I’m shocked — shocked, do you hear me?!? — that the film version of E.L. James’ Fifty Shades of Grey is such a dull, decorous affair, about as erotic as an ad for Pottery Barn. : http://www.womenzmag.com/9tI3B<br /><br />#fiftyshadesofgrey . #fiftyshadesofgreymovie . #movies . #moviereview . #moviereviews2015 . #hollywoodmovies . #hollywood . #hollywoodactress . #hollywoodcelebrity . #hollywoodnews  

“You’re kidding, right, us skinny dipping?” I reach for the drink he is holding out for me. I grasp it, look into his seductive brown eyes, and take a large swallow. A little more now that I am getting used to the taste. However, I have to turn away. I am unable to look at him now. Images of what he looks like nude flash in my head. The alcohol is making my head spin slightly when the drink goes down.

“I’ve never let anyone see me, I mean I only skinny dip alone, here, when no one’s home. I don’t think I could. “Taking another swallow of my drink, I glance at him, then away.

"It's up to you Katie. I do it all of the time, so it doesn't bother me. Nor does anyone seeing me naked bother me. If it does bother you, then by all means leave your suit on, as small as it is and don't give it another thought.”

Smiling down at me, eyeing my breasts, he smiles again, and drops below the water. Then, with one big breath, he begins swimming submerged lapping back and forth across the pool.

‘Doesn’t bother him, the way he looks at me, I could have sworn, huh. Maybe he really didn’t care about seeing me naked. The only way to find out is to take the suit off, at least the top. Fine, if it doesn’t bother him.’ Turning away from him, I untie the straps and drop my top on the patio. Then, I sink under the water before turning around. I swim past him and with a small smirk on my face, I roll over to float on my back.

After four round trips across the pool he surfaces, close enough to me to be nearly touching me. He takes a deep breath and vanishes under the water once more.

For a second there, I thought he was going to touch me. When he didn’t and just made a comment, I am left kind of disappointed. I knew I shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t have even been thinking that way. I swim to the side of the pool. While he is still under water, I slip off my bikini bottoms. If he is so not interested, what difference will it make. But why does that bother me. I swim past him again, and then start swimming laps alongside him.

“Thanks James, since this doesn’t bother you, glad you suggested it. I like this better anyway.”

"Good, it feels much freer and more natural doesn't it, Katie? Do you want to take mine off and toss them up with yours as well?" Having made that comment he casually stops swimming, stands up. He waits to see what I will do.

‘Do I want me to take his off?’ Looking up at him, surprised and astonished at his question. Is this some sort of trick I am thinking. I swim closer to where he’s standing. That suit of his was tight before, but now it is wet as well. I stand looking into those mesmerizing eyes, and that face that exudes charisma and confidence. ‘I can believe that I am even considering what he ask me to do. I don’t even know this guy, and yet I am standing naked in front of him. Furthermore, I’m considering having him stand naked in front of me.’


If you liked this book one than book two"Masters Gift' is available on my authors page.

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PS please review if you can. Thank you Misty Lane.">FREE FOR 48 HOURS<br /><br />This book is free on Amazon, from the 24th January until 26th January 2015. Please read enjoy and a review would be super.<br /><br />Taken By A Master: (Meeting Her Master ) (Katie Holmes Book 1) [Kindle Edition]<br /><br />http://www.amazon.com/Taken-Master-Meeting-Katie-Holmes-ebook/dp/B00QTWTPFE/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1421288762&sr=1-1&keywords=Misty+Lane<br /><br />Book Description:-<br /><br />Katie is a sweet, attractive eighteen year old, whom her parents have shielded all her life. She is a very rich and every summer her parents go away for the holidays. Leaving her at home in the care of a nanny, governess or babysitters. Then once she got in high school, a tutor. However, they were always a woman.<br /><br />This summer is different and Katie is extremely disappointed her parents aren’t taking her to Europe with them. She is also at a loss to understand why they are leaving her in the care of a Master/Tutor, and a male of all things. Disappointed and convinced he must be some old fatherly figure, she is in no hurry to meet him.<br /><br />When the tutor arrives, Katie is shocked at how sexually appealing he is. Introductions are quick, and it’s not long before he identifies what lessons he needs to concentrate on this summer. He gives a new meaning to a tutor and lesson plans.<br /><br />It is not long before she concludes that this going to be the best summer ever for her. Follow the series and draw your own conclusions to that one.<br /><br />Extract: -<br /><br />I blush and stand up to face him in the shallow end of the pool. In a titillating manner, I tilt my head and I slide my fingers through my hair. This gives him a view of my erect nipples pushing hard against my bikini top. He caught me off guard, when he dropped into the water like that, then flings his hair. Such an air about him and the way he looks all wet now. “Well, maybe you have discovered my secret. I wear less when no one is around. Who wants tan lines?” Under my breath I mumbled, ‘and speaking of hot looking.’<br /><br />
“You’re kidding, right, us skinny dipping?” I reach for the drink he is holding out for me. I grasp it, look into his seductive brown eyes, and take a large swallow. A little more now that I am getting used to the taste. However, I have to turn away. I am unable to look at him now. Images of what he looks like nude flash in my head. The alcohol is making my head spin slightly when the drink goes down.

“I’ve never let anyone see me, I mean I only skinny dip alone, here, when no one’s home. I don’t think I could. “Taking another swallow of my drink, I glance at him, then away.

"It's up to you Katie. I do it all of the time, so it doesn't bother me. Nor does anyone seeing me naked bother me. If it does bother you, then by all means leave your suit on, as small as it is and don't give it another thought.”

Smiling down at me, eyeing my breasts, he smiles again, and drops below the water. Then, with one big breath, he begins swimming submerged lapping back and forth across the pool.

‘Doesn’t bother him, the way he looks at me, I could have sworn, huh. Maybe he really didn’t care about seeing me naked. The only way to find out is to take the suit off, at least the top. Fine, if it doesn’t bother him.’ Turning away from him, I untie the straps and drop my top on the patio. Then, I sink under the water before turning around. I swim past him and with a small smirk on my face, I roll over to float on my back.

After four round trips across the pool he surfaces, close enough to me to be nearly touching me. He takes a deep breath and vanishes under the water once more.

For a second there, I thought he was going to touch me. When he didn’t and just made a comment, I am left kind of disappointed. I knew I shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t have even been thinking that way. I swim to the side of the pool. While he is still under water, I slip off my bikini bottoms. If he is so not interested, what difference will it make. But why does that bother me. I swim past him again, and then start swimming laps alongside him.

“Thanks James, since this doesn’t bother you, glad you suggested it. I like this better anyway.”

"Good, it feels much freer and more natural doesn't it, Katie? Do you want to take mine off and toss them up with yours as well?" Having made that comment he casually stops swimming, stands up. He waits to see what I will do.

‘Do I want me to take his off?’ Looking up at him, surprised and astonished at his question. Is this some sort of trick I am thinking. I swim closer to where he’s standing. That suit of his was tight before, but now it is wet as well. I stand looking into those mesmerizing eyes, and that face that exudes charisma and confidence. ‘I can believe that I am even considering what he ask me to do. I don’t even know this guy, and yet I am standing naked in front of him. Furthermore, I’m considering having him stand naked in front of me.’


If you liked this book one than book two"Masters Gift' is available on my authors page.

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I have so much to blog about today because I completed two races today. The first was an indoor triathlon and the second was a 5k run. Yes, call me crazy. I had no intention of doing two races in one day. I signed up for the 5k over a month ago and then saw the indoor triathlon. When I signed up for the triathlon, I thought it was on the next weekend. It wasn't until I got home after signing up for the triathlon that my husband told me the events were on the same day. Oops.<br /><br />TRIATHLON<br />This event had set times: 10 minute swim, 30 minute cycle, 20 minute run. Places were determined by our combined distances. I shared a lane with another swimmer during the swim portion. It wasn't a big deal, and we didn't really bother each other except she was really fast, and I was really slow. I started swimming way too fast at the beginning. In fact, I had to swim backstroke for half a lap just to catch my breath and restart myself. Once I did that, I was fine for the rest of the swim. My husband watched the swim portion, and he said my form looked pretty good. Almost like the much faster swimmers, but he doesn't know how to swim so we don't know how much faith we can put into his opinion. I felt pretty good with my swim. I had been doing 375 yards (15 laps) or so in 10 minutes, and today I did 400 yards (16 laps). That was good.<br /><br />Next was the cycling portion. We did this portion on trainer bikes I've never used before. It was a different experience. I don't have a racing bike so being in racing position on a bike was weird. I did fine, but I don't think I'll switch bike styles anytime soon. We had set resistances we had to do during this portion and thankfully the organizer was easy on us. I really appreciated that. I ended up cycling 12.1k. Great for me.<br /><br />The run didn't go so well. We had to run on treadmills, which I really don't like. I think it's much harder to run on them, and I always run slower on them than I do outside. I really hoped to run sub 10:00 miles, hopefully around a 9:30 mile, but I just couldn't. My hip started to hurt within the first couple of minutes so I spent most of the time just trying to maintain a pace. I realized I forgot to take any pain medication before starting. I was also really hot. I had a fan blowing, but it wasn't enough. In the end, I ran 1.97 miles. .03 miles short of what I hoped to do.<br /><br />There were only 7 competitors total so the age group awards were kind of funny with 5 guys and 2 girls. I got first place in my age group & a $10 gift certificate to a local cycling shop. This wasn't a big deal since I was the only one in my age group.. I know I got last place overall, but I'm okay with that. Everyone else was much more athletic than me. I did my best, and had some good results, especially considering I knew I'd have to run a 5k later in the day. After a nap, that is.<br /><br />Jingle Bell Run 5k<br />I wasn't expecting much out of this race. My heart just wasn't in it. My husband also ran, and I told him I wasn't setting any goals for this race other than just finishing. I forgot to get my running app & GPS going at the beginning of the race. It took me a bit to turn it on, and the GPS wasn't working. I didn't have the time to just wait for it to start, so off I ran. By this time, I was at the back of the pack starting with the walkers so I ran quite fast to get around them and join the runners. Since my GPS wasn't working properly, I had no idea what my pace was. That ended up being fine for me. The race organizers had signs up at the 1 and 2 mile points so I had an idea of what my distance was, but not my pace. I didn't feel like I was particularly fast, and I kept going. My hip hurt almost right away, and then my knee started to hurt a bit, but I was still able to pass a few people. A couple people were walking portions of it so I didn't think much of it. I crossed the finish line, and I was just happy to be done. It wasn't until I saw my time that I got really excited and flabbergasted at the same time. I ran it in 28:17.8. My second best 5k ever! I have absolutely no idea how that happened. I didn't feel fast at all. I think it helped that my GPS didn't work so I could just keep going and not worry. When my time was posted, it showed I was in 1st place in my age division. I commented that, well, I'm the only one in my age division to finish so far so maybe someone later will come in with a faster time. My husband thought that was really funny. I get why he thought it was funny. My statement may have been true in a big race, but this was a small one, and my placement held up. I finished 1st in my age group! This time there were 10 runners in my age group so I thought this was a bigger deal. I'm still in a bit of shock with how well I did with this run.<br /><br /><br />I'm glad all my runs and races this weekend are over. I did really well, but it's been tough. My hip isn't the happiest with me, and I could use a rest. I'm not sure what sort of activity I'm going to do tomorrow I thought about walking home from work, but I may do a short, slow swim in the pool. Weightlifting would be a good activity, too. No cardio involved with that.
Story 1:
~The morning after #HurricaneKatrina  I noticed mostly the elderly and Vietnam vets like my neighbor John had not left and wondered if due to blind-courage or -faith? Professing to be a newsman there was no way I wasn't going to “cover” what could be the biggest story in the history of New Orleans: “The City that Care finally Remembered”

My dog Rosa and I are walking around the block to look for damage (the French Quarter and nearby river-neighborhoods were barely touched) and suddenly Rosa jumps her heavy front paws up onto the closed window shutter of an old Creole cottage at Royal and Port Streets and barks.

She keeps barking, looking at me and barking again. So I look into the window and there’s Miss Marjorie, an 85-year-old widow who lives alone in a wall-encircled house she restored 50 years ago as probably New Orleans' first female housing construction contractor.

Although I missed out on the “big stories” like drownings, levee breaks, emergency responses and such, it was a necessary-pleasure  taking care of Miss Margie (and her equally-elderly neighbor, Bob) for almost two weeks after the storm.

Luckily I managed to cover a few hard news events in-between "feature stories" --such as photographing a warehouse fire that threatened to blow up railroad oil-tankers unwisely abandoned alongside the Mississippi River flood wall of all unlucky places for the nearby French Quarter.

My neighbor-buddy John T. Brown and I both had generators, we kept our rear-neighbor's swimming pool clean for fresh water for cleaning and we had big dogs and small guns for protection.

I brought Miss Marjorie food every day, but all she ever always asked for was one cigarette and a cup of chicory coffee each morning. 

Miss Margie was a journalist’s dream assignment. I learned to my pleasant surprise that  her first career as a young woman was society editor for the old “New York Sun” newspaper for 20 years.

Me being an old news hack, the society-page stories she told were absolutely intriguing even if not congruent with our present circumstances at the time. To my surprise, the elderly woman Rosa and I had adopted was oblivious to Hurricane Katrina.

Miss Margie acted as if nothing had happened. When I tried to explain a hurricane had hit she refused to listen, insisting "life" in the Marigny has not changed, and anyway will resume any moment now.

In fact, she placed an antique chair outside her gate near the corner of Chartres and Port Streets and sat for hours waiting for passers-by to wave or say hello to or have a chat -- as she has done for 10 years now, since retiring to the Creole Cottage she restored herself.

Chatting with Miss Margie was a blast. She didn't have a care in the world. Even one early-evening when an eerily-dark cloud loomed above her neighborhood  near the French Quarter. Embers on fire were floating around like feathers and posing a serious threat to homes and businesses.

 I knocked on Miss Marjorie's door to deliver a fruit bowl, chicory coffee and one cigarette she insists on having each morning. I told her what a nightmare my neighbor and I had dousing little fires hitting the ground, but she didn't understand.

She dismissed the danger alert and is angry because I woke her out of “...a fabulous dream. I had the best Philippine-German lover…who had a limp but compensated in bed!” Miss Marge!

"He was a rich man who came here and swept me off my feet, rescuing me and taking me away —to Hank….”

I believe Hank is her first husband, but I haven’t actually re-visited my Katrina notes for such sordid details since the storm; and I’m just now trying to print the photos and decipher the “memories” I jotted down from the early beginning, by candlelight after the storm hit, to the present if I ever make it that far in this series.

Alas! Miss Marjorie. Eventually, about three weeks later, all the city’s elderly were medical-evacuated out, which Miss Marjorie fought tooth-and-nail. Although I sided with her I knew it was in her best interest because, by then, New Orleans was getting pretty lean and mean, and a police state.
©ThomasBalzac|www.vieuxcarretimes.com

Story 2:

~Katrina’s wild winds are peeling the weatherboards from my double-shotgun, one-by-one. The strips of wood-slating that supports them are being ripped out and are flying into the air, with those sharp square-head nails they made by hand long ago still attached; there is no pause in time to separate, that’s how fast the wind is blowing now.

Luckily my dog Rosa has the sense to take shelter beneath the floor of a scaffold I had set up earlier in the week to repair the high, hard-plaster ceiling in a back bedroom. I realize Rosa is definitely smarter than me when the thick, heavy hard-plaster begins to crash down onto the scaffold floor but we’re safe under it. What else can go wrong, I frantically write on a yellow legal pad.

Then, POP! A bedroom wall explodes inward, luckily not far enough to reach me and Rosa; but enough to scare the hell out of me.

It gets harder to take notes, my candle has long since been snubbed out by Katrina’s invasion. But I have lots of notes and photos to examine today — after the shell-shock has worn off . Even if they’re not of much value or interest today for others, sorting them into stories will be good therapy.

Story 3:

~A buddy testing out his war-issued M-16 that first, eerie, night after Hurricane Katrina innocently shot the side of an evacuated warehouse; but the bullet pierced it and struck a stack of propane gas tanks inside a storage room full of them, causing the loudest explosion and highest fireball imaginable.

People like me who lived nearby were literally tossed out of bed by the explosion and were instantly reminded again why we should have evacuated days earlier.

Then the real nightmare began. Thousands of burning embers from the propane-tank storeroom blast were being carried by the wind along the river into the Bywater, Marigny and French Quarter neighborhoods, threatening to burn them to the ground for a 3rd time in New Orleans’ history.

My Vietnam buddy and I were on fire patrol on ladders all night spotting and putting out little fires near our homes before they got out of control.

Luckily, the “city that care remembered” had God and the wind on our side and the shards of burning wood and flaming propane tank pieces began blowing into the Mississippi River….

Story 4: "Katrina —what a gale!"
(More to come)
©ThomasBalzac|www.vieuxcarretimes.com">Story 1:
~The morning after #HurricaneKatrina  I noticed mostly the elderly and Vietnam vets like my neighbor John had not left and wondered if due to blind-courage or -faith? Professing to be a newsman there was no way I wasn't going to “cover” what could be the biggest story in the history of New Orleans: “The City that Care finally Remembered”

My dog Rosa and I are walking around the block to look for damage (the French Quarter and nearby river-neighborhoods were barely touched) and suddenly Rosa jumps her heavy front paws up onto the closed window shutter of an old Creole cottage at Royal and Port Streets and barks.

She keeps barking, looking at me and barking again. So I look into the window and there’s Miss Marjorie, an 85-year-old widow who lives alone in a wall-encircled house she restored 50 years ago as probably New Orleans' first female housing construction contractor.

Although I missed out on the “big stories” like drownings, levee breaks, emergency responses and such, it was a necessary-pleasure  taking care of Miss Margie (and her equally-elderly neighbor, Bob) for almost two weeks after the storm.

Luckily I managed to cover a few hard news events in-between "feature stories" --such as photographing a warehouse fire that threatened to blow up railroad oil-tankers unwisely abandoned alongside the Mississippi River flood wall of all unlucky places for the nearby French Quarter.

My neighbor-buddy John T. Brown and I both had generators, we kept our rear-neighbor's swimming pool clean for fresh water for cleaning and we had big dogs and small guns for protection.

I brought Miss Marjorie food every day, but all she ever always asked for was one cigarette and a cup of chicory coffee each morning. 

Miss Margie was a journalist’s dream assignment. I learned to my pleasant surprise that  her first career as a young woman was society editor for the old “New York Sun” newspaper for 20 years.

Me being an old news hack, the society-page stories she told were absolutely intriguing even if not congruent with our present circumstances at the time. To my surprise, the elderly woman Rosa and I had adopted was oblivious to Hurricane Katrina.

Miss Margie acted as if nothing had happened. When I tried to explain a hurricane had hit she refused to listen, insisting "life" in the Marigny has not changed, and anyway will resume any moment now.

In fact, she placed an antique chair outside her gate near the corner of Chartres and Port Streets and sat for hours waiting for passers-by to wave or say hello to or have a chat -- as she has done for 10 years now, since retiring to the Creole Cottage she restored herself.

Chatting with Miss Margie was a blast. She didn't have a care in the world. Even one early-evening when an eerily-dark cloud loomed above her neighborhood  near the French Quarter. Embers on fire were floating around like feathers and posing a serious threat to homes and businesses.

 I knocked on Miss Marjorie's door to deliver a fruit bowl, chicory coffee and one cigarette she insists on having each morning. I told her what a nightmare my neighbor and I had dousing little fires hitting the ground, but she didn't understand.

She dismissed the danger alert and is angry because I woke her out of “...a fabulous dream. I had the best Philippine-German lover…who had a limp but compensated in bed!” Miss Marge!

"He was a rich man who came here and swept me off my feet, rescuing me and taking me away —to Hank….”

I believe Hank is her first husband, but I haven’t actually re-visited my Katrina notes for such sordid details since the storm; and I’m just now trying to print the photos and decipher the “memories” I jotted down from the early beginning, by candlelight after the storm hit, to the present if I ever make it that far in this series.

Alas! Miss Marjorie. Eventually, about three weeks later, all the city’s elderly were medical-evacuated out, which Miss Marjorie fought tooth-and-nail. Although I sided with her I knew it was in her best interest because, by then, New Orleans was getting pretty lean and mean, and a police state.
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Story 2:

~Katrina’s wild winds are peeling the weatherboards from my double-shotgun, one-by-one. The strips of wood-slating that supports them are being ripped out and are flying into the air, with those sharp square-head nails they made by hand long ago still attached; there is no pause in time to separate, that’s how fast the wind is blowing now.

Luckily my dog Rosa has the sense to take shelter beneath the floor of a scaffold I had set up earlier in the week to repair the high, hard-plaster ceiling in a back bedroom. I realize Rosa is definitely smarter than me when the thick, heavy hard-plaster begins to crash down onto the scaffold floor but we’re safe under it. What else can go wrong, I frantically write on a yellow legal pad.

Then, POP! A bedroom wall explodes inward, luckily not far enough to reach me and Rosa; but enough to scare the hell out of me.

It gets harder to take notes, my candle has long since been snubbed out by Katrina’s invasion. But I have lots of notes and photos to examine today — after the shell-shock has worn off . Even if they’re not of much value or interest today for others, sorting them into stories will be good therapy.

Story 3:

~A buddy testing out his war-issued M-16 that first, eerie, night after Hurricane Katrina innocently shot the side of an evacuated warehouse; but the bullet pierced it and struck a stack of propane gas tanks inside a storage room full of them, causing the loudest explosion and highest fireball imaginable.

People like me who lived nearby were literally tossed out of bed by the explosion and were instantly reminded again why we should have evacuated days earlier.

Then the real nightmare began. Thousands of burning embers from the propane-tank storeroom blast were being carried by the wind along the river into the Bywater, Marigny and French Quarter neighborhoods, threatening to burn them to the ground for a 3rd time in New Orleans’ history.

My Vietnam buddy and I were on fire patrol on ladders all night spotting and putting out little fires near our homes before they got out of control.

Luckily, the “city that care remembered” had God and the wind on our side and the shards of burning wood and flaming propane tank pieces began blowing into the Mississippi River….

Story 4: "Katrina —what a gale!"
(More to come)
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I was young, tough and pretty; men would catcall and say shocking things, though I tried to shrug it off. I knew what it meant to be a woman in this world and tried to shoulder that burden with a mix of grace and resentment. Besides, the women here had it 24/7. I could escape to a tranquil Victorian on the Hudson River at 5pm.

One of the most precious items I've carried for 20 years came from that time. It's a plastic red and white rosary, given to me by a woman named Carmen. She was a bright light and everyone knew her within a 10 block radius. We'd get lunch and people would call out hello from the highest windows of the projects, Carmen answering in a burst of Spanglish that made them both laugh.

She loved her home with the same mix of grace and resentment, I came to learn. Carmen had big dreams but two young kids and a job that barely covered expenses. However, her heart was willing, and she wasn't afraid to show it. She cared about the people in Highbridge and she accepted me as a friend, though I was disinclined to let anyone get close. Carmen tried, but I only let her come so far. Right before I left, she handed me the rosary and I thanked her. I always hated goodbyes and preferred slipping away.

I'm not Catholic but I treasure this rosary, scuffed and worn as it is. It's because Carmen gave to me and I've used it to bless every space I've lived in. It hangs on the front door now and I think about her whenever it catches my eye. I wonder if she's still in Highbridge. I wonder if she was able to see more of the world. And I wonder if she ever knew how much she affected my life, even if I didn't show it.">1995: I worked as an outreach coordinator in a community center in Highbridge, the section of the Bronx known for Yankee Stadium. At the time, it was a war zone -- dogs roamed the streets, vacant lots piled with trash, burned-out cars and many desperate people. However, the neighborhood was stitched together by a group of nuns who were some of the toughest women I've ever met. They were the epitome of practical love, devoting their lives to a population usually spat upon by society.<br /><br />I didn't quite know what I was doing there, other than face my horror that a place so devoid of beauty could exist on the planet. The need to help urged me on, but I was just another privileged
I was young, tough and pretty; men would catcall and say shocking things, though I tried to shrug it off. I knew what it meant to be a woman in this world and tried to shoulder that burden with a mix of grace and resentment. Besides, the women here had it 24/7. I could escape to a tranquil Victorian on the Hudson River at 5pm.

One of the most precious items I've carried for 20 years came from that time. It's a plastic red and white rosary, given to me by a woman named Carmen. She was a bright light and everyone knew her within a 10 block radius. We'd get lunch and people would call out hello from the highest windows of the projects, Carmen answering in a burst of Spanglish that made them both laugh.

She loved her home with the same mix of grace and resentment, I came to learn. Carmen had big dreams but two young kids and a job that barely covered expenses. However, her heart was willing, and she wasn't afraid to show it. She cared about the people in Highbridge and she accepted me as a friend, though I was disinclined to let anyone get close. Carmen tried, but I only let her come so far. Right before I left, she handed me the rosary and I thanked her. I always hated goodbyes and preferred slipping away.

I'm not Catholic but I treasure this rosary, scuffed and worn as it is. It's because Carmen gave to me and I've used it to bless every space I've lived in. It hangs on the front door now and I think about her whenever it catches my eye. I wonder if she's still in Highbridge. I wonder if she was able to see more of the world. And I wonder if she ever knew how much she affected my life, even if I didn't show it." src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8K45x7-LK2A/VGn1cST3unI/AAAAAAAABpU/-20GLF584DQ/10731072_646973302088999_5180028394016179208_n.jpg" width="100" height="100" />
Shocking Video Of Hotel Housekeeping<br /><br />A video is circulating the web of a hotel housekeeper rummaging through a guest’s belongings.<br />This video was apparently taken on November 5, 2014, at a US hotel, and based on the room design it looks to me like a Hampton Inn (though I could be wrong).<br />In the video a housekeeper is seen:<br />— Looking at a package the guest received<br />— Trying to log into the guest’s computer multiple times<br />— Looking at the guest’s video games and tablet<br />— Using the same gloves to make the bed that she used in the bathroom<br /><br /><br />http://goo.gl/5wQ4Cm
★★★★☆
This show just keeps getting better. The story moved faster than I expected. Just when the show seems to be at a point where it might dwell on something for too long, such as the religious cults or a crazy cannibal "family," it hits that point and then moves on right away. The nature of the main cast's mission makes is so that they cannot remain idle for too long in any one location no matter how safe and secure it might seem. It also showed how fast the zombie virus spreads and how a community can fall so quickly. Murphy's immunity to the zombie virus created very interesting side effects in this episode that played well into the religious aspect of the zombie apocalypse that formed up the center of this episode's story. I like Murphy more and more. Also, the show is not shy about killing off a major character. That shocked me in this episode, and I liked that. I'll miss Garnett. The episode also promised more zombies hordes in future episodes, more than what we have already seen.

#ZNation #zombies #TVshows #SyFy #horror #zombieTVshows #TV  ">Z Nation: ★★★★☆
This show just keeps getting better. The story moved faster than I expected. Just when the show seems to be at a point where it might dwell on something for too long, such as the religious cults or a crazy cannibal "family," it hits that point and then moves on right away. The nature of the main cast's mission makes is so that they cannot remain idle for too long in any one location no matter how safe and secure it might seem. It also showed how fast the zombie virus spreads and how a community can fall so quickly. Murphy's immunity to the zombie virus created very interesting side effects in this episode that played well into the religious aspect of the zombie apocalypse that formed up the center of this episode's story. I like Murphy more and more. Also, the show is not shy about killing off a major character. That shocked me in this episode, and I liked that. I'll miss Garnett. The episode also promised more zombies hordes in future episodes, more than what we have already seen.

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Hello Dear ones it is I the old Remilia Scarlet but I am still the owner of this community I am me again for now until I want to be Remilia again I want to know who will be there for me not my Admin. I am Kira<br />THESE ARE ALL TRUE ABOUT MYSELF<br />Kira Garrison-<br />Hair color- Light Blonde normally but darkens in the Winter<br />Eye Color- Dark Blue Ring on outside Primarily Green and yellow in the center<br />Skin Tone- Pale put me next to a wall and I disappear<br />Favorite Animal- Wolf always has been<br />Favorite Mythical Animal- Dragon<br />Favorite Color- As of now Violet Shock, Blood Red, And Black<br />Birthday- January 4th<br />Zodiac Sign- Capricorn<br />Patron Troll (Homestuck)- Nepeta<br />Favorite Anime Character of all time- Mello (DEATH NOTE)<br />Best Friend- +Aida Schmidt and Nikole <br />Favorite Anime- Uh...... Way too hard tie actually (Attack on Titan, Death Note, and Soul Eater)<br />AOT Fav.- Armin<br />AOT Ship- Armin X Annie (Cause I can)<br />Soul Eater Fav.- Medusa<br />Soul Eater Ship- Stein X Medusa<br />Death Note Ship- Light X L (Cause I can) or Matt X Mello (Cause its amazing)<br />Favorite Game- Halo Reach custom game with my lil' sis. (I let her beat me so she gets happy it cheers me up)<br />Social Media- Facebook, Google + (Duh), Wattpad, Tumblr (Other online life) Kik, Gamecenter, Hatena (Pre-shutdown)<br />Something that ticks me off?<br />Touching my Froggy (Baby toy I've had since I was born) Touching my drawing pad, journal,etc. without permission<br />or simply being a jerk<br /><br />Any questions ask away.
Another #BB16 week run by #TheDetonators Find out who they decided is the target for this week, you'll be shocked http://wp.me/p4uaL0-1OV
((open)) practising on my swimming when suddenly gets captured in a net huh?! tries to get free but the net starts shocking me with dark magic.....n-no.....eyes turn demon red,laughs........angel: its good to be back......gets out of the pool
(SO I'm putting it in album so I won't lose it inside this g+ Xs anyway yeah so now I'll cap it in short words, the whole thing)
[ I don't have a nice mom and began to go to this highschool, with really cool teachers like kakashi and madara and yamato, and being spotted by suigetsu in request of friendship with him and Sasuke. At first not many words were being pass, Madara teased Sasuke and I, and naruto flirted with me. Awkward heavyweight life came in. Soon after a incident happen, Sasukes parents murdered by his own brother calming into his irreverent absence up before to have reason. Suigetsu had been gone, and Sasuke and Madara hold heavy care with me. BAM but this next chapter is long... so yay! when I write this I just imagine sasuke as Nero..so that makes it easy to write >\\\\< ]
Chapter: Before hand

It's been a couple of days, since Sasuke and I have hanged mostly me being at home and not Madara's place.. suigetsu is back and things seem to be.. good again, discovering neji is now..

Neji: U-uh so um he looked nervous I was looking at him closely holding my books close to my chest waiting to see what he had to say.. wanna hang out this weekend at my place?

Me: only person I hang with is Sasuke and suigetsu.. which were standing beside me at the time.. then suigetsu placed his hand on my shoulder.. it sounds like fun but

Suigetsu: she's got plans, knowing you, you might try to do something with her.

Sasuke: I looked up at him as he looked at suigetsu like 'oh hell no, she ain't' which kinda was funny hn.

Neji: I wouldn't dare he looks at me well if you have free time, I'm always here to chill he smiles, and i give one back and suigetsu singles me to get on Sasuke's back but I rejected. Suigetsu did his creepy finger thingy towards me which made Sasuke quickly grab me away and suigetsu laughs

Suigetsu: I'm not gonna do anything Sasuke laughs loudly

I was red and Sasuke was kinda blushing to then he sat me down away from suigetsu and just held my hand.. it was Naruto looking as we walked, and before we came into class suigetsu said tada, which made everything awkward, he was still holding my hand until I sat down. But then he just moved his desk beside mine and kinda laugh a graved a smile onto my face. It was nice..to be this close.. our first class was madara's and when he walked he quickly stepped to us and laughed

Madara: heh! I'll let you two pass for today!

Sasuke's POV

While class was going I wrote, my notes and did my work. But couldn't help to look at Jaymi, she was happier.. that made me happy. She didn't bare to look at me, her chinks were pink.. was she embarrassed? Oh no, what if I embarrassed her and she's mad at me! T ^ T what am I gonna do. Wait no, got to keep it cool.. then when class was over and when break came around, she had her phone then she soon stop moving her finger to school and landed a huge blush across her face, what did she see?! Why was she so red!?

Suigetsu: Oh Jaymi, I see you got the image I went you wink

Me:!!

Suigetsu: XD Sasuke is jelly

Jaymi: U-uh i-i am Sorry,i it's just that turns phone to me

it was a picture suigetsu had sent. Of him doing his show off

consistently swim class was next.. it still being hot out, we still had it out doors.

My POV

after getting changed to my swim stuff, walking out to see the shirtless Sasuke waiting, suigetsu without a shirt w-was hot but this was over board OP sexy. I covered my eyes. I was redder than a tomato suigetsu laughing at me then sasuke wrapping his arm around me , his bare arm it felt like I was melting of overload. He laughed, we didn't have anything planned for class and our swim teacher laughed really hard at me, it was awkward so I hid under my towel, when I sat down as Sasuke and the others talked then hinata Sat beside me. When I soon showing my face to her hiding my mouth. She smiled and launched a laugh as the sun glossed her pale skin.

Hinata: why don't y-you get in the water, it's not to cool.. soon grabbing my wrist in case I wanted to, then suigetsu and neji walked over neji

Neji: go ahead and get in the water jaymi

Suigetsu, it won't kill ya heh

Me:b-but..

Suigetsu: don't be shy! It's just pool water! What don't tell..You still can't swim~

Me: I looked down embarrassed about it

After complete fear of water forever things. When lunch came suigetsu gave me his pudding a pudding like no other that was ridiculously good wtf was it though..

Suigetsu: you have a little bit on your face

I was embarrassed I didn't even chow it down I took little by little .. before I could grab a napkin a moist lick applied to it, ...Sasuke just licked my face, and it was all slow too.. suigetsu laugh ..I'm in to much shocked then I look at him and he's smirking at me. Oh my God...


//there ya gooo , sasuke licked meee! cough or should I say Nero did ovo XD the tension//">(SO I'm putting it in album so I won't lose it inside this g+ Xs anyway yeah so now I'll cap it in short words, the whole thing)
[ I don't have a nice mom and began to go to this highschool, with really cool teachers like kakashi and madara and yamato, and being spotted by suigetsu in request of friendship with him and Sasuke. At first not many words were being pass, Madara teased Sasuke and I, and naruto flirted with me. Awkward heavyweight life came in. Soon after a incident happen, Sasukes parents murdered by his own brother calming into his irreverent absence up before to have reason. Suigetsu had been gone, and Sasuke and Madara hold heavy care with me. BAM but this next chapter is long... so yay! when I write this I just imagine sasuke as Nero..so that makes it easy to write >\\\\< ]
Chapter: Before hand

It's been a couple of days, since Sasuke and I have hanged mostly me being at home and not Madara's place.. suigetsu is back and things seem to be.. good again, discovering neji is now..

Neji: U-uh so um he looked nervous I was looking at him closely holding my books close to my chest waiting to see what he had to say.. wanna hang out this weekend at my place?

Me: only person I hang with is Sasuke and suigetsu.. which were standing beside me at the time.. then suigetsu placed his hand on my shoulder.. it sounds like fun but

Suigetsu: she's got plans, knowing you, you might try to do something with her.

Sasuke: I looked up at him as he looked at suigetsu like 'oh hell no, she ain't' which kinda was funny hn.

Neji: I wouldn't dare he looks at me well if you have free time, I'm always here to chill he smiles, and i give one back and suigetsu singles me to get on Sasuke's back but I rejected. Suigetsu did his creepy finger thingy towards me which made Sasuke quickly grab me away and suigetsu laughs

Suigetsu: I'm not gonna do anything Sasuke laughs loudly

I was red and Sasuke was kinda blushing to then he sat me down away from suigetsu and just held my hand.. it was Naruto looking as we walked, and before we came into class suigetsu said tada, which made everything awkward, he was still holding my hand until I sat down. But then he just moved his desk beside mine and kinda laugh a graved a smile onto my face. It was nice..to be this close.. our first class was madara's and when he walked he quickly stepped to us and laughed

Madara: heh! I'll let you two pass for today!

Sasuke's POV

While class was going I wrote, my notes and did my work. But couldn't help to look at Jaymi, she was happier.. that made me happy. She didn't bare to look at me, her chinks were pink.. was she embarrassed? Oh no, what if I embarrassed her and she's mad at me! T ^ T what am I gonna do. Wait no, got to keep it cool.. then when class was over and when break came around, she had her phone then she soon stop moving her finger to school and landed a huge blush across her face, what did she see?! Why was she so red!?

Suigetsu: Oh Jaymi, I see you got the image I went you wink

Me:!!

Suigetsu: XD Sasuke is jelly

Jaymi: U-uh i-i am Sorry,i it's just that turns phone to me

it was a picture suigetsu had sent. Of him doing his show off

consistently swim class was next.. it still being hot out, we still had it out doors.

My POV

after getting changed to my swim stuff, walking out to see the shirtless Sasuke waiting, suigetsu without a shirt w-was hot but this was over board OP sexy. I covered my eyes. I was redder than a tomato suigetsu laughing at me then sasuke wrapping his arm around me , his bare arm it felt like I was melting of overload. He laughed, we didn't have anything planned for class and our swim teacher laughed really hard at me, it was awkward so I hid under my towel, when I sat down as Sasuke and the others talked then hinata Sat beside me. When I soon showing my face to her hiding my mouth. She smiled and launched a laugh as the sun glossed her pale skin.

Hinata: why don't y-you get in the water, it's not to cool.. soon grabbing my wrist in case I wanted to, then suigetsu and neji walked over neji

Neji: go ahead and get in the water jaymi

Suigetsu, it won't kill ya heh

Me:b-but..

Suigetsu: don't be shy! It's just pool water! What don't tell..You still can't swim~

Me: I looked down embarrassed about it

After complete fear of water forever things. When lunch came suigetsu gave me his pudding a pudding like no other that was ridiculously good wtf was it though..

Suigetsu: you have a little bit on your face

I was embarrassed I didn't even chow it down I took little by little .. before I could grab a napkin a moist lick applied to it, ...Sasuke just licked my face, and it was all slow too.. suigetsu laugh ..I'm in to much shocked then I look at him and he's smirking at me. Oh my God...


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 W.A.S.P : The Crimson Idol : 2CD 1992<br />As a band that rose to fame via a single on 'Music For Nations' called 'F**k Like a Beast'. W.A.S.P nailed their colours firmly to the comic metal flag pole and for most of the time have stayed there.<br /><br />They had a singer was called 'Blackie Lawless' (not a good sign) and as part of his stage set he fired rockets from his crotch (oh dear) So my perception of them and their singer ever coming up with anything worthy of a second glance was slim.<br /><br />However, in 1989 they released The Headless Children which included a cover of 'The Real Me' by the Who and a ballad called 'Forever Free' which both included some superb vocals and band performances.<br /><br />What came next in 92 was a full blown concept album called 'The Crimson Idol'.  The 1990s was not a good time for rock bands, Grunge was still ruling the airwaves and Nu Metal was just taking shape, so a traditional rock album based on the life of a 80s Rock star was as about as welcome as a turd in a swimming pool.<br /><br />I'll admit I did not hear this album until about 10 years after its release. I presumed it would be the usual shock rock stuff, I was so wrong.<br /><br />There is a reason why the photo below also includes Quadrophenia by The Who and The Wall by Pink Floyd. I can only imagine that Blackie Lawless locked himself away and listened to nothing else but these two albums before starting out on this project.<br />From the sleeve notes Pete Townshend even gets a mention for his inspiration!  The comparison comes from the structure and the sound.  The drums roll around the soundscape like an advancing army, sometimes overwhelming the songs, but it is a fantastic experience.<br /><br />The lead guitarist on this album is Bob Kulick and on track 8 (The Idol) he does his finest Dave Gilmour impression (on steroids) on a chord sequence that owes much its existence to 'Comfortably numb.<br /><br />Although the album does not hide its inspiration it does not take anything away from the fact that this is a fantastic piece of work.<br /><br />It is Black Lawless though who takes the main credit as he wrote the music and you could say this his solo album.  He vocals are stunning.  You may not always be able to make out what he is saying, but you can feel his pain, you can cut the angst with a knife!<br /><br />I do not know how well the album did, but W.A.S.P returned to their more familiar material after this.<br /><br />If you have always been put off this band due to the artwork or what you think you know about them give this a listen.<br /><br />Recommended : The Idol, The Great Misconceptions of Me<br /><br />#wasp     #heavymetal   #conceptalbums   
Volunteer Name: Faustina Beckie - Location: Cusco, Peru<br />Dates:  Aug 3rd to Aug 17th 2014 - Volunteered at:  PreMed / PreNurse Program<br /><br />1- My Favorite Memory:<br />Was working with the children at the Hospital Regional. I worked in the Unidad de Quemados (Burn ward), and after treating the patients I had time to hangout and play with them. This was amazing because it was great seeing the patients in a happy state.<br /><br />2- What was the most surprising thing you experienced?<br />I was able to get so much hands-on experience. I came in to the program thinking that I would be volunteering in a calm environment and that I wouldn't be able to see or do much in the hospital. However, I was shocked when I found that I was going to work with burned patients and that I would actually assist in treating them for the time I was there.<br /><br />3- What was most difficult to experience?<br />Traveling alone. It was my first time being in a new city (and country) all by myself. And at times I felt lonely. It was difficult getting used to going to the city, the hospital, and everywhere else alone.<br /><br />4- My best received lesson:<br />Relax. In the US, we have a life filled with stress and the constant need to please people. Here, if I was ever feeling tired or run-down, my host family and nurses/doctors at the hospital would encourage me to relax and take a break. I think this lesson will be applied in my life back at home.<br /><br />4.1- Tips for future Volunteers:<br />Bring warm clothes!! It is absolutely freezing when 6 pm comes around, and it is necessary to bring layers. Donate gloves and face masks, because in the hospital nurses and doctors are required to bring their own and they are typically low quality. On the weekends do as much traveling  around the city as possible!. It is completely worth it.<br /><br />5- Personal Paragraph (ABV Program Testimonial):<br />When I first left for Cusco, I was honestly really nervous. I was traveling alone to a new city, country, and continent. However, when I arrived, my worries went away because I felt safe, welcomed, and at peace with my coordinator, host family. My coordinator here in Cusco took me on a tour of the city and showed me where I was going to work for the next couple of weeks. During the morning, I worked in the Unidad de Quemados at the hospital, and during the afternoon I worked in emergency at the Clinic. Working in the hospital was amazing because I was getting hands-on experience treating and working with burned patients. I saw many different kinds of burns with varying intensities, and I think that seeing these harsh realities will help me i my future career as a nurse. In the clinic, I was not able to do much. I mostly spent my time following the nurses and observing them as they gave medications to patients. Overall, I had an amazing experience traveling and working here in Cusco<br /><br />6- How would you describe your accommodation, meals, security (e: host family, on-site, shared)<br />My host family was spectacular. They gave me everything I needed and more. I had three delicious meals per day, a large room with a comfy bed, and the freedom to do what I wanted. The family was very friendly and welcoming, and they made me feel safe and calm. The house was a short bus ride away from the hospital and clinic that I worked in, and it was  veru easy to find my way around.<br /><br />9.- How was the ABV USA support and Peru Coordinators support?<br />The ABV staff were amazing, both in the US and in Peru. They were all so helpful and if I ever needed anything they would help me, and calm all worries and/or answer all my questions in the process. My Peru ABV staff was particularly wonderful because she was always concerned about me, and tried her hardest to make sure everything was perfect for me. I am so thankful for the ABV staff before and during my trip.<br /><br />9 – Are you willing to speak to other potential ABV volunteers<br />Yes, Absolutely <br /><br />https://www.abroaderview.org<br />#volunteerabroad #peru #cusco #prenurse #abroaderview
What I love about Arlington: Karen Hanneman Edition<br /><br />I love living in Arlington and in the Arlington 2nd Ward. We moved here in 1971 after finishing Master’s Degrees and working part way to Phd’s. This is an invigorating place to live with many opportunities to see and do things. Judy Kigin and I had so much fun going and doing that we wrote a pamphlet “Woman Does Not Live By Housekeeping Alone.” You can see by the title that this was a different era but the opportunities to grow, learn, and enjoy continue to abound. Whether traveling to different sites or taking educational or self improvement classes, Arlington abounds with opportunity. When we came to Arlington, my husband was working on the hill. I believe in public education so I want to be somewhere close enough for a short commute and a place with good schools. We rented and then bought in Arlington and have never been sorry.<br /><br />It is so easy to take advantage of all this area has to offer in museums, sporting events, theatre, etc. when living in Arlington. If you plan the time of day, you don’t have to take a long car ride to get somewhere interesting. That means you can do an hour or two visit that often suits me well. Plus you have a clean safe area with swimming pools and green space. Our Ward is warm, helpful and active, our neighborhood is friendly and involved. What is not to like? Although buying here is often sticker shock it only takes a few years to realize that it is a wonderful investment that never seems to stop growing. I wish we had bought several other houses in Arlington.<br />In addition, the Arlington 2nd Ward (previously Arlington 1st Ward) has a wonderful tradition and history. Many people who built the building lived their whole life here and I know why. I never intend to move. It was a good place for a young family, a good place for teens and growing adults and a good place to retire.<br /><br />#ArlingtonMormon

A dream of yours has always been to grow up and then be together with Nagisa but Nagisa had a different dream. Sure, he wanted you to always be in his life but he didn't think about marriage or family having. Instead, he thought about his love for swimming. Nagisa was in every swim team that he could find. Once the both of them got into middle school, Nagisa joined the school's swim club.

You were well aware of Nagisa's love for swimming. It was special to him in a major way. You were always so nice to him but to make him super happy, you decided to go to his swim meets every Saturday to cheer him on. You always watched how Nagisa got into his swimming and then always won from his speed.

One day, you were walking to school with Nagisa, holding hands with him as you both thought it was just what best friends do. You kept walking until you both walked into school. Nagisa hugged you tightly before skipping off to go to class. You watched as he skipped off before sighing sadly, going to your class.

At the very end of the day, as the very last bell rang to release kids to go home, you quickly rushed out of your classroom. You were going to your locker where you always wait for Nagisa but he didn't come? You looked around before looking down, just grabbing your bag and walked out of the school alone. "Where could he be?" You thought to yourself as you reached your home. You walked inside and then started to do everything that you do when you get home. You laid down on your couch, playing on your phone when you see a text message at the top of your screen saying, "Hey. It is me, Nagisa... I wanted to saw that I am moving away to another town so I will be going to a different school. I would have walked you home but I couldn't because I left early to pack. See you maybe in high school?"

You blinked your teary eyes as you put your phone down and hugs a couch pillow. He was gone... You won't be able to see him again. You both were only in 6th grade so you had to go 7th and 8th grade without Nagisa... You prayed all the nights that you were alone that Nagisa would be there for you in high school.

PRESENT TIME: High School
You woke up in the morning, getting ready before walking out of the school. You met up with some friends on the way to walking to school. You laughed and giggled with them, talking while walking up the steps of the school.

Once you got inside, you walked around in the halls before hearing some gossip about a new boy that is transferring into your school. You walked up to the group of girls, asking about this new student.
Girl 1: Hmm. Oh well this person is a boy and he is a competitive swimmer for lots of swim teams.
Girl 2: Also. He is a very shy, non talking person. He is already here but no one knows where he is.
Girl 3: I know where he is. He is practicing his swimming at the school pool. Lots of girls are watching him swim right now.

You looked at the girls before thanking them and walked off to the indoor school pool. When you got there, as predicted, there was lots of girls watching this new transfer student swimming the laps at remarkable speeds. You pushed your way through the crowds so you were in front. You watched this boy keep doing his laps before coming to a stop at the end where all the girls are crowding. This boy's purple eyes looked around at the girls, seeing how they are all staring at him. He flipped his hair around, getting some of the water droplets out of his hair before getting out of the pool. He walked over to where his towel was and dried his body off. You kept looking at this purple eyed, blonde/orange boy curiously. It was like you have seen him before. This boy looked at you before holding up his hand, closing all of his fingers besides his index finger and his thumb. He winks before pretending to shoot you. You stared at him before he speaks up in a gentle, shy but innocent voice.

"Hello again, Chi Chi. Did you miss me? I told you I would come back for high school. You forgot me? Oh that is such a shame that you did that. Very disappointed in you, Chi Chi. I guess you forgot my name as well? My name is Nagisa Hazuki." Nagisa giggled while lowering his hand, pulling his shorts on over his swim suit but kept his shirt off just for teasing rights. Your eyes widened in happiness as you were also speechless. You gulped a little before just walking closer to Nagisa and then hugged him tightly while crying. Nagisa looked down at you before smiling, patting your head. You were a little shocked that Nagisa even remember your nickname that he gave you when he was 5 years old.

[[ Open RP - Ask First - Mention your Name - No text talk like "u or wat" but instead but "you and what" things like that - Please use details - Proper grammar - No one liners - No putting "..." or "okay" as a comment - NO RE-SHARING - If you can't follow all of my rules then this isn't the RP for you ]]">3 YEARS AGO: Middle School<br /><br />
A dream of yours has always been to grow up and then be together with Nagisa but Nagisa had a different dream. Sure, he wanted you to always be in his life but he didn't think about marriage or family having. Instead, he thought about his love for swimming. Nagisa was in every swim team that he could find. Once the both of them got into middle school, Nagisa joined the school's swim club.

You were well aware of Nagisa's love for swimming. It was special to him in a major way. You were always so nice to him but to make him super happy, you decided to go to his swim meets every Saturday to cheer him on. You always watched how Nagisa got into his swimming and then always won from his speed.

One day, you were walking to school with Nagisa, holding hands with him as you both thought it was just what best friends do. You kept walking until you both walked into school. Nagisa hugged you tightly before skipping off to go to class. You watched as he skipped off before sighing sadly, going to your class.

At the very end of the day, as the very last bell rang to release kids to go home, you quickly rushed out of your classroom. You were going to your locker where you always wait for Nagisa but he didn't come? You looked around before looking down, just grabbing your bag and walked out of the school alone. "Where could he be?" You thought to yourself as you reached your home. You walked inside and then started to do everything that you do when you get home. You laid down on your couch, playing on your phone when you see a text message at the top of your screen saying, "Hey. It is me, Nagisa... I wanted to saw that I am moving away to another town so I will be going to a different school. I would have walked you home but I couldn't because I left early to pack. See you maybe in high school?"

You blinked your teary eyes as you put your phone down and hugs a couch pillow. He was gone... You won't be able to see him again. You both were only in 6th grade so you had to go 7th and 8th grade without Nagisa... You prayed all the nights that you were alone that Nagisa would be there for you in high school.

PRESENT TIME: High School
You woke up in the morning, getting ready before walking out of the school. You met up with some friends on the way to walking to school. You laughed and giggled with them, talking while walking up the steps of the school.

Once you got inside, you walked around in the halls before hearing some gossip about a new boy that is transferring into your school. You walked up to the group of girls, asking about this new student.
Girl 1: Hmm. Oh well this person is a boy and he is a competitive swimmer for lots of swim teams.
Girl 2: Also. He is a very shy, non talking person. He is already here but no one knows where he is.
Girl 3: I know where he is. He is practicing his swimming at the school pool. Lots of girls are watching him swim right now.

You looked at the girls before thanking them and walked off to the indoor school pool. When you got there, as predicted, there was lots of girls watching this new transfer student swimming the laps at remarkable speeds. You pushed your way through the crowds so you were in front. You watched this boy keep doing his laps before coming to a stop at the end where all the girls are crowding. This boy's purple eyes looked around at the girls, seeing how they are all staring at him. He flipped his hair around, getting some of the water droplets out of his hair before getting out of the pool. He walked over to where his towel was and dried his body off. You kept looking at this purple eyed, blonde/orange boy curiously. It was like you have seen him before. This boy looked at you before holding up his hand, closing all of his fingers besides his index finger and his thumb. He winks before pretending to shoot you. You stared at him before he speaks up in a gentle, shy but innocent voice.

"Hello again, Chi Chi. Did you miss me? I told you I would come back for high school. You forgot me? Oh that is such a shame that you did that. Very disappointed in you, Chi Chi. I guess you forgot my name as well? My name is Nagisa Hazuki." Nagisa giggled while lowering his hand, pulling his shorts on over his swim suit but kept his shirt off just for teasing rights. Your eyes widened in happiness as you were also speechless. You gulped a little before just walking closer to Nagisa and then hugged him tightly while crying. Nagisa looked down at you before smiling, patting your head. You were a little shocked that Nagisa even remember your nickname that he gave you when he was 5 years old.

[[ Open RP - Ask First - Mention your Name - No text talk like "u or wat" but instead but "you and what" things like that - Please use details - Proper grammar - No one liners - No putting "..." or "okay" as a comment - NO RE-SHARING - If you can't follow all of my rules then this isn't the RP for you ]]" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hqxwWtE18_o/U9rnjqjurwI/AAAAAAACWew/BFhYSy3UyuY/nagi28.gif" width="100" height="100" />


3 years later

Me and Annie our little sister were playing in the garden Annie and Katie (( our little sister )) were having fun with my powers since it was a hot day me and my sisters were cooling off with my water powers I sprayed them both with water then me we each got an ice cream from the ice cream factory our next door neighbours looked over the fence and started talking to us I had no clue witch one was witch since our next door neighbours were triplets we talked to each other I introduced myself and my sisters to them they invited us over and they had a swimming pool they ran to get to the house to fill up the swimming pool I said " No need " . And I used my powers to fill up the pool everyone clapped happily">Name Elsie<br />Age 17<br />Gender female<br />Powers water<br />Likes chocolate and dancing<br />Dislikes mean people<br />Family Annie and Katie (( little sisters )) mum and dad<br />Appearance blonde hair blue eyes and blue dress<br />Personality kind caring sweet mean (( sometimes mean ))<br />Facts<br />. Favorite song (( All about that base ))<br />. Favorite colour (( blue ))<br />. Sister (( Annie ))<br />Favourite Animal (( cat ))<br /><br /><br />Bio When me and Annie were born the doctor accidently mixed us up so Annie was the oldest and I was the youngest our parents thought it was the other way round but they didn't say anything our parents loved us both very much<br /><br />7 years later<br /><br />Now that we're older me and Annie went to place we were born and we found out that I was the oldest and Annie was youngest we couldn't belive it we both looked at each other in shock then rushed home we found our mum sitting down watching TV Annie turned the TV of then our mum looked at both of us we told our mum that I was the oldest just then my mum called for my dad and my mum said

3 years later

Me and Annie our little sister were playing in the garden Annie and Katie (( our little sister )) were having fun with my powers since it was a hot day me and my sisters were cooling off with my water powers I sprayed them both with water then me we each got an ice cream from the ice cream factory our next door neighbours looked over the fence and started talking to us I had no clue witch one was witch since our next door neighbours were triplets we talked to each other I introduced myself and my sisters to them they invited us over and they had a swimming pool they ran to get to the house to fill up the swimming pool I said " No need " . And I used my powers to fill up the pool everyone clapped happily" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sihqE89a6Ek/VPLMhEtXX7I/AAAAAAABNck/d42FLqIdAeE/2014%252520-%2525202.jpg" width="100" height="100" />
All of the wine and distillery operations we've visited have been pretty small, so seeing tanks like these is a bit of a shock. All Cruzan Rum sold is distilled here on the island. It's then shipped to Kentucky for bottling (Cruzan is owned by the Beam company), then returned to St. Croix to be sold as a local product.
 'Teacher took photos of my assets and blackmailed me'<br /><br />Model-cum- actress Nikita Gokhale shocked her fans when she revealed that she was sexually abused by her teacher when she was in ninth standard.<br /><br />http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/entertainment/english/hollywood/Celebs-Who-Were-Sexually-Assaulted/photostory/34290109.cms?utm_source=Google.com&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=TOIEntertain1
How Not To Eat A Lobster<br />I met my first lobster back in the early eighties when I watched Annie Hall.<br />It wasn’t much of a first impression.<br />Next came the taste test. That happened months later, during dinner out. I can’t remember who ordered what, but somehow the lobster arrived, along with the melted butter and everyone insisted I should try it. So I accepted a bite and it was fine, easy to eat once someone else did all the work.<br />Between you and me I didn’t understand all the fuss about lobsters. Perhaps knowing how they went from sea water to boiling water impacted my subconscious mind. I felt sorry for the poor things. I know, sort of hypocritical since I do eat meat and shrimps.<br />Anyhow, I forgot all about lobsters until the family decided to take me out to dinner to celebrate something…Mother’s day?<br />I was told it was a swanky restaurant and I should dress accordingly.<br />If you live in the United States and the swanky restaurant has the word Shack as part of the name, you know their specialty must be seafood.<br />This one was no exception.<br />Very nice place. We had reservation and soon we were munching on warm, crusty sourdough, just the way I like it, and enjoying some chilled white wine. We perused our fancy menus and then our server came over and asked me to follow him. Follow him? Where? Everyone at the table seemed to be in on the joke and encouraged me to go. And so I went—to the center of the dining room where, in a large glass container swam a dozen or so of lobsters. I stand corrected, no swimming allowed. The lobsters had tape around their pinchers. Poor, poor things, my appetite waning I wanted to get out of there, fast.<br />“Which one would like?” The waiter asked.<br />Still in state of shock I assumed he offered me a lobster to take home until he added, “You get to pick the one you’ll like to eat.” He smiled while saying that.<br />I willed myself to count to ten before returning to the table. No need to talk, my attitude and my ‘if looks could kill’ message said it all. We all had pasta for dinner and it wasn’t half as good as the one I cook at home.<br /><br />Maria Grazia Swan<br />Maria Grazia Swan, Author<br />#AnnieHall, #UnitedStates<br />This blog post can be found at http://mariagraziaswan.com/eat-lobster/
I honestly say this is by far the best program I have ever done and I plan to help others as much as possible. I totally understand about be skeptical of another diet, I have wasted so much money on other stuff and with the economy being not so hot I was worried about spending the money on this for myself, but I did it and I can tell u from the bottom of my heart, that I wish I found this stuff years ago! So much of life we miss out on when you feel to heavy to enjoy things like the beach, swimming pool parties, buying clothes that you actually want to wear etc. Good Luck to you and have a healthy day!<br /><br />HER STORY<br />I dropped so many pounds and inches it was amazing! Every morning I woke up being shocked on how much better I looked.<br />I was losing weight (that I never could get off before, I’m not a person who can follow diets very well) So not only did I loose weight (for me it was pretty much one pound per day) also, my skin looked better, like the areas I was loosing weight my skin tighten up and got smoother so I didn’t get the saggy mushy parts where I lost weight (I hope that makes sense) even my make up went on better, my family told me I had a healthy glow which made me happy. The diet is pretty low calories and at first I didn’t think that would be enough food to survive on (I’m an eater AND Italian!) But doing the HCG drops along with taking the natural appetite suppressant it wasn’t bad at all. You have 2 meals a day that consist of a protein and vegetable and two fruits a day, so I made it easy for myself and made up my food for the whole week, so twice a day I grab my measured food I made this easy dressing to put over it, and I just grabbed my fruit and just did it! And when u see results like this it’s all worth it. The drops I put under my tongue in the morning, afternoon and once at night. It does not taste bad at all, hard to explain what they taste like but I would describe it as mildly sweet, nothing yucky at all. I am still pleased with this program and on my 10th week and I DROPPED 60 Pounds!!! On month five I dropped 101 pounds and now down 155 Pounds…..I am a completely new person. My health has improved so much, I took arthritis medicine before that I no longer need, my sleep apnea is gone, my asthma that I have had my entire life I no longer need all the medications anymore. I am so thankful to have found this program I just wish I would of found this years ago!
but we still seem to get hurt in vain and in too many ways
Your escaping heart when I try to embrace you tight
makes me wish to catch you and make you feel alright
Hiding in the rusting car, I think you are fine just the way you are
I lean closer to kiss your lips but you back away
What is wrong? You hide your face, and let me no longer to embrace
Your shoulders shake, are you laughing or crying?
The lonely swimming pool with dark midnight floating all around
could be just ours tonight, so let's not make a sound
You sneak in for a swim and water breaks, waves start to splash
You show me shaking lips, silently laughing perhaps
Hiding in the rusting car, I think you are fine just the way you are
I lean closer to kiss your lips but you back away
You seem tired, so lay your head, I will stay up for you instead
As long as I can I will stay awake to guard you
Hiding in the rusting car, I think you are fine just the way you are
I lean closer to kiss your lips but you back away
What is wrong, you hide your face, and let me no longer to embrace
Your shoulders shake, are you laughing or crying?"
This is what I wonder about... Every time I try to kiss you... You back away, and pull out of my embrace... It really does make me sad... Are you... Just not ready to kiss me? I mean... We have been dating for 3 whole years, and we still haven't even kissed, not even on the cheek, or on the hand..! I felt like you hated me or something. Do you? Am I too ugly..? Do you feel compelled by me? Do I need to get thinner? I don't know! It's honestly driving me crazy... Why won't you kiss me..?

I was walking in the park on a cold day in December. I didn't know you were in the park as well, So I continued my stroll. I saw a homeless man and, feeling pity for him, went and kneeled in front of him. "Hey there..." I said to him kindly. He looked up at me with shocked eyes. "H-Hi.." He answered. "What can I do you for, miss..?" He asked. I shook my head. "No sir, I wanted to help you out.." I answered, handing him a 20 dollar bill. "Use it well..." He nodded. "God bless you..." I smiled and stood, walking once more, feeling good... You then looked over and saw me. ">((Role-play anyone?))<br />but we still seem to get hurt in vain and in too many ways
Your escaping heart when I try to embrace you tight
makes me wish to catch you and make you feel alright
Hiding in the rusting car, I think you are fine just the way you are
I lean closer to kiss your lips but you back away
What is wrong? You hide your face, and let me no longer to embrace
Your shoulders shake, are you laughing or crying?
The lonely swimming pool with dark midnight floating all around
could be just ours tonight, so let's not make a sound
You sneak in for a swim and water breaks, waves start to splash
You show me shaking lips, silently laughing perhaps
Hiding in the rusting car, I think you are fine just the way you are
I lean closer to kiss your lips but you back away
You seem tired, so lay your head, I will stay up for you instead
As long as I can I will stay awake to guard you
Hiding in the rusting car, I think you are fine just the way you are
I lean closer to kiss your lips but you back away
What is wrong, you hide your face, and let me no longer to embrace
Your shoulders shake, are you laughing or crying?"
This is what I wonder about... Every time I try to kiss you... You back away, and pull out of my embrace... It really does make me sad... Are you... Just not ready to kiss me? I mean... We have been dating for 3 whole years, and we still haven't even kissed, not even on the cheek, or on the hand..! I felt like you hated me or something. Do you? Am I too ugly..? Do you feel compelled by me? Do I need to get thinner? I don't know! It's honestly driving me crazy... Why won't you kiss me..?

I was walking in the park on a cold day in December. I didn't know you were in the park as well, So I continued my stroll. I saw a homeless man and, feeling pity for him, went and kneeled in front of him. "Hey there..." I said to him kindly. He looked up at me with shocked eyes. "H-Hi.." He answered. "What can I do you for, miss..?" He asked. I shook my head. "No sir, I wanted to help you out.." I answered, handing him a 20 dollar bill. "Use it well..." He nodded. "God bless you..." I smiled and stood, walking once more, feeling good... You then looked over and saw me. " src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vhHpg7UTF_c/UzIXGXGYN6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/RPa8XH_rAAc/adorable-amazing-anime-art-bampw-Favim.com-252905_large.jpg" width="100" height="100" />
Here is the story behind this beautiful rose: 2 Months before, one cool Saturday Morning - I decided to go to Swimming pool with my friends around 7AM, (didn't tell my wife, as it was not planned, it was suppose to be just a walk)... As usual we had fun in the pool, and it was 10AM, checked my mobile, it was like 25 missed calls... Shocked, called her, heard some nice words, deserved it though... on my way back, I stopped at a nursery, bought a rose plant as an
You were shocked since you had just asked her out on a date. You turned your head and walked past her. Her face of anger quickly turned into one of regret. She didn't realize you were listening. She highly doubted you were still going with her to the park tonight.. But she still went.
It was exactly 7:00. She stood by the clock in the park waiting for your arrival. She didn't give up on you. So she waited, and waited, and waited. She finally realized you weren't coming, so she went home at 8:00.
After summer break she wanted to talk to you at school and sort everything out. But you weren't there. She talked to some of your friends and found out you had moved to a different school. She lost all hope in ever seeing you again. Until today, of course.
~Present Day, In HighSchool~
Futaba nearly dropped her bread while walking down the hallway with her friends. But luckily, you caught it and gave it back to her. You continued on your way to the school store. Futaba thought she knew you from somewhere so she told her friends:
" I forgot something at the store! Go on without me. "
Her friends were confused as she ran to follow you. As you two arrived at the store, she stood close to you. Of course you noticed, but didn't say anything. You were in the same school as her, but she never noticed since you had to change your last name. Your parents got divorced, and then your mother died. So you changed since middle school. You were more quiet and carefree. So she obviously didn't know who you were since in middle school you were always laughing, smiling, and talking to others.
As Futaba got closer to you, she smelled your clothing. Her eyes widened. That familiar scent. The scent of cologne and sweat mixed together. It was you!
When school was finished she exited the building. She didn't intend on following you. But you just so happened to be going where she was going. She walked behind you. You quickly turned around as you noticed she was there.

" I-I'm not following you or anything! "
She shouted in a scared tone.
You just turned back around and continued walking. You reached the swimming pool, But she was getting curious so she followed you. She peeked from around a pillar. She saw you sitting down on the floor, with your head tucked under your arms.
She walked up to you
" T-Tanaka-Kun? "
You stood up and turned towards her. You smiled and covered your eyes with your arm. You always did that when you were embarrassed.
" You finally realized, huh? "
Her eyes widened.
" What do you mean finally!? "




























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✗You Must be male.
✗You must be shy, quiet, and wise.
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✗State your name, and age.
✗Also, don't get confused. Your first name is whatever you like, but your last name used to be Tanaka before your parents got divorced. Now your last name can be whatever you want it to be.
✗Follow the rules and have fun">Futaba was your friend in middle school. Well, up until 2nd semester.<br />~FlAshBack, in MiddleSchool~<br />You were leaving a classroom when you suddenly heard her voice<br />You were shocked since you had just asked her out on a date. You turned your head and walked past her. Her face of anger quickly turned into one of regret. She didn't realize you were listening. She highly doubted you were still going with her to the park tonight.. But she still went.
It was exactly 7:00. She stood by the clock in the park waiting for your arrival. She didn't give up on you. So she waited, and waited, and waited. She finally realized you weren't coming, so she went home at 8:00.
After summer break she wanted to talk to you at school and sort everything out. But you weren't there. She talked to some of your friends and found out you had moved to a different school. She lost all hope in ever seeing you again. Until today, of course.
~Present Day, In HighSchool~
Futaba nearly dropped her bread while walking down the hallway with her friends. But luckily, you caught it and gave it back to her. You continued on your way to the school store. Futaba thought she knew you from somewhere so she told her friends:
" I forgot something at the store! Go on without me. "
Her friends were confused as she ran to follow you. As you two arrived at the store, she stood close to you. Of course you noticed, but didn't say anything. You were in the same school as her, but she never noticed since you had to change your last name. Your parents got divorced, and then your mother died. So you changed since middle school. You were more quiet and carefree. So she obviously didn't know who you were since in middle school you were always laughing, smiling, and talking to others.
As Futaba got closer to you, she smelled your clothing. Her eyes widened. That familiar scent. The scent of cologne and sweat mixed together. It was you!
When school was finished she exited the building. She didn't intend on following you. But you just so happened to be going where she was going. She walked behind you. You quickly turned around as you noticed she was there.

" I-I'm not following you or anything! "
She shouted in a scared tone.
You just turned back around and continued walking. You reached the swimming pool, But she was getting curious so she followed you. She peeked from around a pillar. She saw you sitting down on the floor, with your head tucked under your arms.
She walked up to you
" T-Tanaka-Kun? "
You stood up and turned towards her. You smiled and covered your eyes with your arm. You always did that when you were embarrassed.
" You finally realized, huh? "
Her eyes widened.
" What do you mean finally!? "




























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”… And be thankful.”     (Colossians 3:15)<br /><br /><br />My dearly Beloved,<br /><br />Saying a simple “thank you” can touch any person’s heart. Even the most hardhearted of all will succumb these words. But do we apply this beautiful rule to our spiritual lives as well. The God who gave His all to save and redeem the human race from the condemnation of sins, deserves it the most. One praise from the heart of even the most wicked person on Earth to Lord Most High can touch His heart. But the truth of the matter is these two words can only be uttered by the one who is humbles.<br /><br />Here is an incident that took place in the land of South Africa. There was a robbery in a house. Nine robbers had entered that house. The alarm in the house-owner’s mobile alerted him of the intrusion while he had gone off to a nearby place. He rushed back home in his car. The eight robbers, upon hearing the owner’s entry, escaped by scaling over the fence. But one of them got caught. There was a big swimming pool at the back of the house. When this robber tried to escape through that way, the house owner pushed him hard into the swimming pool. When he realized that the robber did not know swimming, the owner jumped in and saved that robber. Assuming that the robber would thank him for that and would betray the other eight, he was in for a shock. The robber brandished a knife before him and threatened to kill him.<br /><br />Beloved, this is the nature of the world; it gives you wickedness instead of gratification. However, let us being children of God praise Him and be thankful to Him always for all that He has done for us. We see in the Bible as, “Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom which cannot be shaken, let us have grace, by which we may serve God acceptably with reverence and godly fear.” (Hebrews 12:28)<br /><br />We, who are going to receive a kingdom from Him, should be even more grateful to the Lord God Jehovah! Walking in reverence and godly fear unlocks His immeasurable blessings. There is power in gratitude. Let us hold on to this key and touch the heart of our heavenly Father in any adverse situation we may be in right now. Let experience the divine joy it is to praise the Lord and live an abundant life!<br /><br /><br />Prayer<br /><br />Dear heavenly Father<br /><br />I am thankful for all you are to me. I am so blessed and grateful for what You have done for us. Thank You for the blood of Jesus that cleanses us from all the filth of this world. My heart praises you for the leading of the Holy Spirit in my life and Your light that is a lamp to our feet. My spirit soars high to worship Your name as You fulfill all my needs. My life is not the same Lord. Bless You Father and Thank You for everything!<br /><br />In Jesus name<br /><br />Amen!

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Norman Bond leaves lasting legacy in Chester County<br /><br />Chaya Scott, executive director of the Coatesville Youth Initiative stands in an activity area at their new location in the Benner Building in Coatesville on Monday. VINNY TENNIS — Daily Local News COATESVILLE >> More than a quarter of a century has passed since longtime Chester County civil rights activist and local entrepreneur Norman Bond suffered an unexpected and tragic fatal heart attack at the age of 66. When Bond died in April 1989, he was remembered as a “pillar of strength” who fought for the rights of minorities across the county and helped causes as diverse as black steelworkers fighting for equal wages and working conditions in Coatesville to black voters gaining representation on West Chester’s Borough Council. Reacting to his sudden death, one of his nine children told a reporter that his family was in “a state of shock. It was all so sudden. He’s going to be very much missed.” #AD_text{ font-size: 11px; color: #999999; } (function() { var secondaryMedia = $(“#secondary-media”).css(‘height’); var factbox = $(“#factbox”).css(‘height’); var internalContent = parseInt(secondaryMedia + factbox); if((internalContent Recently, in the midst of a cold February day, one of the members of that large family sat and spoke with the Daily Local News about the force of that philosophical inheritance and how it plays out in her own work as she strives to give young people in Coatesville and other communities the tools to make their own lives better — just as Bond tried to make the lives of his peers better. “From the first minute I remember existing, fighting for others and speaking up and making a difference has always been a part of my DNA,” said Chaya Scott, one of Bond’s 16 grandchildren and the executive director of the Coatesville Youth Initiative (CYI), an agency that is part of the Brandywine Health Foundation. “I’ve seen it modeled in my own family. I’ve seen it modeled with my grandfather. I know that is what we are all supposed to be doing.” “My family followed my grandfather’s legacy of fighting for others and leveling the paying field,” Scott said in the CYI’s offices on East Lincoln Highway in the city where she now lives. “I am just a small piece of a broader picture that he helped initiate.” Bond’s history was one of hard work both in his professional life and in his community work on behalf of civil rights causes, Scott told an interviewer. He passed that same spirit along to his descendants, including his son, Stephen Bond, who was elected a member of West Chester Borough Council, and his daughter, Doris A. Bond, who was the longtime head of the NAACP’s West Chester Chapter. Scott, 36, said her earliest memories of her grandfather revolved around the former West Chester Community center — now the Charles A. Melton Arts & Education Center. “He was a very soft spoken man,” she said, referring to him by the childhood nickname, “Pup-Pup.“ “When he said what he said, you just had to take it for what it was. I remember him taking me to the community center. I remember watching him clean up and fix things, and I would sit there and listen. I remember him being there at pre-school when we had story time, and he would be in the background fixing things. “He used to call me his ‘Little Monk,’” she said. “I was the kid who would sit on his lap and he would tell stories about some of the work that he had done.” That work included not only helping the community center remain an important part of a community where black citizens weren’t excluded from mainstream social and business organizations, but also going beyond the borough’s boundaries to fight for the rights of minorities across the county. With his colleagues Melton and W.T.M. Johnson, Bond was a founding member of the United Political Action Committee, which filed suit against Lukens Steel and its unions for discriminatory practices and earned a million-dollar settlement. He was also an integral part of the fight to have the borough’s election map changed from an at-large system to a ward system, effectively guaranteeing that there would be minority representation on a body that had been mostly white for decades. “I grew up watching protests when things were happening in the borough,” Scott said. As a sixth grader in West Chester, she watched the Ku Klux Klan march through the center of town in 1991. ”I was there picketing with the NAACP because it was just so disrespectful to pick the end of town where it was a majority of minorities,” she said. “I got to watch that as a 12 year old.” Bond died when Scott was 10 years old, but she said adults, who saw the need to take young people under their wing and help them avoid the pitfalls of youth, helped her on her path. She pays credit to educators like Reginald Washington and Alice Thomas for their guidance, and she has largely translated that dedication to her work with the Coatesville Youth Initiative. According to its website, The Coatesville Youth Initiative is an independent nonprofit organization committed to training youth leaders, enhancing family relationships, building community collaboration and encouraging prevention education. Since 2008, its mission has been “to contribute to a vibrant future for Coatesville by engaging youth in experiences that support their success in school and in life, and by uniting a wide range of partners to make the community better for everyone.” “I know the difference one person can make in the life of a kid,” Scott said. “Looking at that from a higher perspective, how powerful would it be for adults to come alongside young people and help them figure out what their skills and talents are and how to have those skills and talents be of value to the community that they are a part of. “It is the kids that are going to change these communities, it’s not us,” she noted, laughing heartily. “We’re almost out to pasture. They are the ones that are going to be the movers and the shakers and the thought leaders who will transform and change what impact looks like here.” Her grandfather’s work instilled in her that dedication to the future, she said. “That’s part of why I fight as hard as I do here.” Bond had a knack for “seeing around the corner, being able to look out for other people and use (his) talents to look out for others. That had to be a part of that his entrepreneurial spirit, but also a part of the community work he did.” What kept Bond going in spite of the struggles he faced, Scott said, was simply ”the belief that he had a purpose, and that he was going to live that purpose out with every breath of his body. “And that is the same philosophy that I have. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am supposed to be here. I know that this is the work that I was put here to do, and I know my job is to make a way for this next generation and to keep the conversation going. I’m supposed to kick the door down for the kids, give them the tools necessary and let them in. That’s what keeps me going. That’s what gets me up every day. She said that in assessing her grandfather’s influence, she began to see how widely it spread, through all her uncles and aunts and cousins. “My grandfather’s legacy carried farther than I think I had even realized until I started thinking about it,” she said. “I’ve had the sincere pleasure of having aunts and uncles I’ve been able to watch, and seeing opportunities evolve, and now seeing cousins do the same thing. It’s not all about me. “I’m just a small piece of a generation,” Scott said. “I am a small piece of a family. I am a small piece of a legacy that started with my Pup-pup. To contact staff writer Michael P. Rellahan call 610-696-1544. Source: http://www.dailylocal.com/<br />http://newsinpenn.com/norman-bond-leaves-lasting-legacy-in-chester-county/

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FREE FOR 48 HOURS<br /><br />This book is free on Amazon, from the 24th January until 26th January 2015. Please read enjoy and a review would be super.<br /><br />Taken By A Master: (Meeting Her Master ) (Katie Holmes Book 1) [Kindle Edition]<br /><br />http://www.amazon.com/Taken-Master-Meeting-Katie-Holmes-ebook/dp/B00QTWTPFE/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1421288762&sr=1-1&keywords=Misty+Lane<br /><br />Book Description:-<br /><br />Katie is a sweet, attractive eighteen year old, whom her parents have shielded all her life. She is a very rich and every summer her parents go away for the holidays. Leaving her at home in the care of a nanny, governess or babysitters. Then once she got in high school, a tutor. However, they were always a woman.<br /><br />This summer is different and Katie is extremely disappointed her parents aren’t taking her to Europe with them. She is also at a loss to understand why they are leaving her in the care of a Master/Tutor, and a male of all things. Disappointed and convinced he must be some old fatherly figure, she is in no hurry to meet him.<br /><br />When the tutor arrives, Katie is shocked at how sexually appealing he is. Introductions are quick, and it’s not long before he identifies what lessons he needs to concentrate on this summer. He gives a new meaning to a tutor and lesson plans.<br /><br />It is not long before she concludes that this going to be the best summer ever for her. Follow the series and draw your own conclusions to that one.<br /><br />Extract: -<br /><br />I blush and stand up to face him in the shallow end of the pool. In a titillating manner, I tilt my head and I slide my fingers through my hair. This gives him a view of my erect nipples pushing hard against my bikini top. He caught me off guard, when he dropped into the water like that, then flings his hair. Such an air about him and the way he looks all wet now. “Well, maybe you have discovered my secret. I wear less when no one is around. Who wants tan lines?” Under my breath I mumbled, ‘and speaking of hot looking.’<br /><br />
“You’re kidding, right, us skinny dipping?” I reach for the drink he is holding out for me. I grasp it, look into his seductive brown eyes, and take a large swallow. A little more now that I am getting used to the taste. However, I have to turn away. I am unable to look at him now. Images of what he looks like nude flash in my head. The alcohol is making my head spin slightly when the drink goes down.

“I’ve never let anyone see me, I mean I only skinny dip alone, here, when no one’s home. I don’t think I could. “Taking another swallow of my drink, I glance at him, then away.

"It's up to you Katie. I do it all of the time, so it doesn't bother me. Nor does anyone seeing me naked bother me. If it does bother you, then by all means leave your suit on, as small as it is and don't give it another thought.”

Smiling down at me, eyeing my breasts, he smiles again, and drops below the water. Then, with one big breath, he begins swimming submerged lapping back and forth across the pool.

‘Doesn’t bother him, the way he looks at me, I could have sworn, huh. Maybe he really didn’t care about seeing me naked. The only way to find out is to take the suit off, at least the top. Fine, if it doesn’t bother him.’ Turning away from him, I untie the straps and drop my top on the patio. Then, I sink under the water before turning around. I swim past him and with a small smirk on my face, I roll over to float on my back.

After four round trips across the pool he surfaces, close enough to me to be nearly touching me. He takes a deep breath and vanishes under the water once more.

For a second there, I thought he was going to touch me. When he didn’t and just made a comment, I am left kind of disappointed. I knew I shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t have even been thinking that way. I swim to the side of the pool. While he is still under water, I slip off my bikini bottoms. If he is so not interested, what difference will it make. But why does that bother me. I swim past him again, and then start swimming laps alongside him.

“Thanks James, since this doesn’t bother you, glad you suggested it. I like this better anyway.”

"Good, it feels much freer and more natural doesn't it, Katie? Do you want to take mine off and toss them up with yours as well?" Having made that comment he casually stops swimming, stands up. He waits to see what I will do.

‘Do I want me to take his off?’ Looking up at him, surprised and astonished at his question. Is this some sort of trick I am thinking. I swim closer to where he’s standing. That suit of his was tight before, but now it is wet as well. I stand looking into those mesmerizing eyes, and that face that exudes charisma and confidence. ‘I can believe that I am even considering what he ask me to do. I don’t even know this guy, and yet I am standing naked in front of him. Furthermore, I’m considering having him stand naked in front of me.’


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I have so much to blog about today because I completed two races today. The first was an indoor triathlon and the second was a 5k run. Yes, call me crazy. I had no intention of doing two races in one day. I signed up for the 5k over a month ago and then saw the indoor triathlon. When I signed up for the triathlon, I thought it was on the next weekend. It wasn't until I got home after signing up for the triathlon that my husband told me the events were on the same day. Oops.<br /><br />TRIATHLON<br />This event had set times: 10 minute swim, 30 minute cycle, 20 minute run. Places were determined by our combined distances. I shared a lane with another swimmer during the swim portion. It wasn't a big deal, and we didn't really bother each other except she was really fast, and I was really slow. I started swimming way too fast at the beginning. In fact, I had to swim backstroke for half a lap just to catch my breath and restart myself. Once I did that, I was fine for the rest of the swim. My husband watched the swim portion, and he said my form looked pretty good. Almost like the much faster swimmers, but he doesn't know how to swim so we don't know how much faith we can put into his opinion. I felt pretty good with my swim. I had been doing 375 yards (15 laps) or so in 10 minutes, and today I did 400 yards (16 laps). That was good.<br /><br />Next was the cycling portion. We did this portion on trainer bikes I've never used before. It was a different experience. I don't have a racing bike so being in racing position on a bike was weird. I did fine, but I don't think I'll switch bike styles anytime soon. We had set resistances we had to do during this portion and thankfully the organizer was easy on us. I really appreciated that. I ended up cycling 12.1k. Great for me.<br /><br />The run didn't go so well. We had to run on treadmills, which I really don't like. I think it's much harder to run on them, and I always run slower on them than I do outside. I really hoped to run sub 10:00 miles, hopefully around a 9:30 mile, but I just couldn't. My hip started to hurt within the first couple of minutes so I spent most of the time just trying to maintain a pace. I realized I forgot to take any pain medication before starting. I was also really hot. I had a fan blowing, but it wasn't enough. In the end, I ran 1.97 miles. .03 miles short of what I hoped to do.<br /><br />There were only 7 competitors total so the age group awards were kind of funny with 5 guys and 2 girls. I got first place in my age group & a $10 gift certificate to a local cycling shop. This wasn't a big deal since I was the only one in my age group.. I know I got last place overall, but I'm okay with that. Everyone else was much more athletic than me. I did my best, and had some good results, especially considering I knew I'd have to run a 5k later in the day. After a nap, that is.<br /><br />Jingle Bell Run 5k<br />I wasn't expecting much out of this race. My heart just wasn't in it. My husband also ran, and I told him I wasn't setting any goals for this race other than just finishing. I forgot to get my running app & GPS going at the beginning of the race. It took me a bit to turn it on, and the GPS wasn't working. I didn't have the time to just wait for it to start, so off I ran. By this time, I was at the back of the pack starting with the walkers so I ran quite fast to get around them and join the runners. Since my GPS wasn't working properly, I had no idea what my pace was. That ended up being fine for me. The race organizers had signs up at the 1 and 2 mile points so I had an idea of what my distance was, but not my pace. I didn't feel like I was particularly fast, and I kept going. My hip hurt almost right away, and then my knee started to hurt a bit, but I was still able to pass a few people. A couple people were walking portions of it so I didn't think much of it. I crossed the finish line, and I was just happy to be done. It wasn't until I saw my time that I got really excited and flabbergasted at the same time. I ran it in 28:17.8. My second best 5k ever! I have absolutely no idea how that happened. I didn't feel fast at all. I think it helped that my GPS didn't work so I could just keep going and not worry. When my time was posted, it showed I was in 1st place in my age division. I commented that, well, I'm the only one in my age division to finish so far so maybe someone later will come in with a faster time. My husband thought that was really funny. I get why he thought it was funny. My statement may have been true in a big race, but this was a small one, and my placement held up. I finished 1st in my age group! This time there were 10 runners in my age group so I thought this was a bigger deal. I'm still in a bit of shock with how well I did with this run.<br /><br /><br />I'm glad all my runs and races this weekend are over. I did really well, but it's been tough. My hip isn't the happiest with me, and I could use a rest. I'm not sure what sort of activity I'm going to do tomorrow I thought about walking home from work, but I may do a short, slow swim in the pool. Weightlifting would be a good activity, too. No cardio involved with that.

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Story 1:
~The morning after #HurricaneKatrina  I noticed mostly the elderly and Vietnam vets like my neighbor John had not left and wondered if due to blind-courage or -faith? Professing to be a newsman there was no way I wasn't going to “cover” what could be the biggest story in the history of New Orleans: “The City that Care finally Remembered”

My dog Rosa and I are walking around the block to look for damage (the French Quarter and nearby river-neighborhoods were barely touched) and suddenly Rosa jumps her heavy front paws up onto the closed window shutter of an old Creole cottage at Royal and Port Streets and barks.

She keeps barking, looking at me and barking again. So I look into the window and there’s Miss Marjorie, an 85-year-old widow who lives alone in a wall-encircled house she restored 50 years ago as probably New Orleans' first female housing construction contractor.

Although I missed out on the “big stories” like drownings, levee breaks, emergency responses and such, it was a necessary-pleasure  taking care of Miss Margie (and her equally-elderly neighbor, Bob) for almost two weeks after the storm.

Luckily I managed to cover a few hard news events in-between "feature stories" --such as photographing a warehouse fire that threatened to blow up railroad oil-tankers unwisely abandoned alongside the Mississippi River flood wall of all unlucky places for the nearby French Quarter.

My neighbor-buddy John T. Brown and I both had generators, we kept our rear-neighbor's swimming pool clean for fresh water for cleaning and we had big dogs and small guns for protection.

I brought Miss Marjorie food every day, but all she ever always asked for was one cigarette and a cup of chicory coffee each morning. 

Miss Margie was a journalist’s dream assignment. I learned to my pleasant surprise that  her first career as a young woman was society editor for the old “New York Sun” newspaper for 20 years.

Me being an old news hack, the society-page stories she told were absolutely intriguing even if not congruent with our present circumstances at the time. To my surprise, the elderly woman Rosa and I had adopted was oblivious to Hurricane Katrina.

Miss Margie acted as if nothing had happened. When I tried to explain a hurricane had hit she refused to listen, insisting "life" in the Marigny has not changed, and anyway will resume any moment now.

In fact, she placed an antique chair outside her gate near the corner of Chartres and Port Streets and sat for hours waiting for passers-by to wave or say hello to or have a chat -- as she has done for 10 years now, since retiring to the Creole Cottage she restored herself.

Chatting with Miss Margie was a blast. She didn't have a care in the world. Even one early-evening when an eerily-dark cloud loomed above her neighborhood  near the French Quarter. Embers on fire were floating around like feathers and posing a serious threat to homes and businesses.

 I knocked on Miss Marjorie's door to deliver a fruit bowl, chicory coffee and one cigarette she insists on having each morning. I told her what a nightmare my neighbor and I had dousing little fires hitting the ground, but she didn't understand.

She dismissed the danger alert and is angry because I woke her out of “...a fabulous dream. I had the best Philippine-German lover…who had a limp but compensated in bed!” Miss Marge!

"He was a rich man who came here and swept me off my feet, rescuing me and taking me away —to Hank….”

I believe Hank is her first husband, but I haven’t actually re-visited my Katrina notes for such sordid details since the storm; and I’m just now trying to print the photos and decipher the “memories” I jotted down from the early beginning, by candlelight after the storm hit, to the present if I ever make it that far in this series.

Alas! Miss Marjorie. Eventually, about three weeks later, all the city’s elderly were medical-evacuated out, which Miss Marjorie fought tooth-and-nail. Although I sided with her I knew it was in her best interest because, by then, New Orleans was getting pretty lean and mean, and a police state.
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Story 2:

~Katrina’s wild winds are peeling the weatherboards from my double-shotgun, one-by-one. The strips of wood-slating that supports them are being ripped out and are flying into the air, with those sharp square-head nails they made by hand long ago still attached; there is no pause in time to separate, that’s how fast the wind is blowing now.

Luckily my dog Rosa has the sense to take shelter beneath the floor of a scaffold I had set up earlier in the week to repair the high, hard-plaster ceiling in a back bedroom. I realize Rosa is definitely smarter than me when the thick, heavy hard-plaster begins to crash down onto the scaffold floor but we’re safe under it. What else can go wrong, I frantically write on a yellow legal pad.

Then, POP! A bedroom wall explodes inward, luckily not far enough to reach me and Rosa; but enough to scare the hell out of me.

It gets harder to take notes, my candle has long since been snubbed out by Katrina’s invasion. But I have lots of notes and photos to examine today — after the shell-shock has worn off . Even if they’re not of much value or interest today for others, sorting them into stories will be good therapy.

Story 3:

~A buddy testing out his war-issued M-16 that first, eerie, night after Hurricane Katrina innocently shot the side of an evacuated warehouse; but the bullet pierced it and struck a stack of propane gas tanks inside a storage room full of them, causing the loudest explosion and highest fireball imaginable.

People like me who lived nearby were literally tossed out of bed by the explosion and were instantly reminded again why we should have evacuated days earlier.

Then the real nightmare began. Thousands of burning embers from the propane-tank storeroom blast were being carried by the wind along the river into the Bywater, Marigny and French Quarter neighborhoods, threatening to burn them to the ground for a 3rd time in New Orleans’ history.

My Vietnam buddy and I were on fire patrol on ladders all night spotting and putting out little fires near our homes before they got out of control.

Luckily, the “city that care remembered” had God and the wind on our side and the shards of burning wood and flaming propane tank pieces began blowing into the Mississippi River….

Story 4: "Katrina —what a gale!"
(More to come)
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"Rosa to the Rescue!” (and other stories from my "After the Shell-Shock" series)
Story 1:
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