By now, most have heard about the woman in Oregon, who opened a box of Halloween decorations purchased from K-Mart to find a handwritten letter allegedly from a worker in one of these such camps. A plea for help and an end to what’s going on in a country that sends so many products overseas to you and I. The letter states, “Thousands people here who are under the persecution of the Chinese Communist Party Government will thank and remember you forever.” Folded into a small square and stuck into the Styrofoam packing, the woman does not doubt the authenticity. The works earn approximately ten yuan per month. For those of you who are not in the know on Chinese currency; a yuan is around $1.60. Actually, I’ve since been corrected by someone who is more in the know than I am regarding Chinese currency. A yuan is actually closer to .12 cents. Continue reading
Welcome to a brave new year. Why you might ask?
Each new year comes with new promises. Promises to the ones we love, promises to ourselves and promises to be the better human being than we were the year before. While we may fall short on some of our plans and our expectations of a new beginning; there are other resolutions that we can, or must uphold.
During the past few weeks, I’ve had the luxury of some time off in my work schedule. This allowed me to relax and unwind and truly enjoy the Christmas and New Year’s hectic pace without becoming truly frazzled. While comfortably ensconced in house and home, I curled up with my Kobo ereader for some quality reading time. While my choice of books is not for the faint of heart, Continue reading
A Stratford, Connecticut high school graduate, a first grade teacher and a person that sacrificed herself for the safety of her entire class of first grade kids.Rest in peace, Victoria Soto. Our great nations weep with your sacrifice but they also celebrate your quick thinking and dedication to protecting your small charges. Not one of her students was harmed in the shooting. You will not be forgotten.
The heroes truly walk amongst us. The dreadful tales of yesterday are beginning to come to light. The stolen innocence even from the survivors, both grown and small. The sleepy town shaken to the core along with the nation. Disbelief, anger, sorrow; they cast a wide net across our great lands. For we, on North American soil and across the great oceans, share the pain of loss today. Our steps are slower and our hearts are heavier.
Dawn Hochsprung, 47, was the principal at the school. She was gunned down as she and a colleague rushed the gunman. Her friends and family stated the “she loved her job”.
Mary Sherlach, 56, the school’s psychologist was shot as she faced the situation. Jumping to the side of her colleague, principal Dawn Hochsprung, they were both gunned down execution-style.
In no way, does this post diminish the loss of life of their small charges; this is merely to show that in their final moments that those small ones were not alone. They had adults who were willing to and did give their all to protect them. To the surviving faculty, you all took charge of what was an impossibly unfair and cruel situation. You are all heroes walking amongst us. May your hearts heal as you continue your important work.
The world is waking up today from the grim aftermath of yet another school shooting. Parents and family of the victims are waking up to an empty bed in their home. Harsh reality is unimaginable, the finality of the situation; a horrendous awakening.
Tiny Angels rest your wings
sit with me for awhile.
How I long to hold your hand,
And see your tender smile.
Tiny Angel, look at me,
I want this image clear….
That I will forget your precious face
Is my biggest fear.
Tiny Angel can you tell me,
Why you have gone away?
You weren’t here for very long….
Why is it, you couldn’t stay?
Tiny Angel shook his head,
“These things I do not know….
But I do know that you love me,
And that I love you so”.
Yesterday, as students assembled for school in their classrooms; Adam Lanza, the reported 20-year-old shooter, took the lives of adults and children in a shooting spree that has rocked the continent.
The elementary school, Sandy Hook Elementary, in Newtown Connecticut was the scene of yet another tragic shooting. As children, no doubt busy with thoughts of Santa and the upcoming holidays, were gunned down. Faculty members whose job to protect and nurture the small ones, were mowed down by numerous shots. When the shooting ended, 20 students and 6 faculty members were gone.
New details emerged about the killer and his family. The Lanza family moved to Connecticut from New Hampshire, then divorced in 2008. Adam Lanza lived with his mother while his older brother, Ryan, stayed with his father in Hoboken, Nj. The brothers had not spoken in two years. The shooter has been described as a reclusive “genius” who was ‘always a little different.”
In the sleepy town of Newtown, they are ill-equipped to deal with such a huge crime scene. Their homicide rate – 1 homicide in the past 10 years. Their grief is punctuated by disbelief as this new red dawn rises and they must grapple with the enormity and emotion of their losses. They are not alone. The world grieves too.
Abuse is kind of like a puppet held in place by a string. Your puppeteer has a firm hand, a voice that projects itself into your mind and then there’s the game-playing that can literally make you dance to their song. If the puppeteer is really good, you don’t even notice the strings. It’s all an act. One that you’re caught up in. The strings keep you tied to the hope of what was once what you believed your reality was. The sad reality is that broken strings would be in a sense, a reprieve, but you can’t move your hands to untie the knots. You’re caught up in a vicious circle of mental flip-flopping. Where will I go? What will I do? How will I manage?
There’s a kind of “black and white” value that is present when there’s physical, financial and sexual abuse. There’s a trail. Whether it’s a paper trail or a physical sign; they leave their indelible mark. It’s a much clearer picture. It’s much harder to define, evaluate and get validation for the abuses caused by manipulation, lies, and deceit. In small doses, you’d probably have a difficult time identifying these factors as abuse or chalking them up to life’s ups and downs with a spouse. It would be just a transition in most cases. Brought on by difficult times or stressors.
When the isolated experiences are cemented in place by years; they develop into a pattern. A repeat offender, so to speak. Continue reading
Very moving tribute to our Canadian soldiers.
For visitors on this site who are not Canadian or weren’t aware, when our fallen come home to their final resting places across our great nation, they travel a stretch of the 401 Highway in Ontario referred to as “The Highway of Heroes”. People, in support of their fallen brothers and as a show of solidarity, stand on the overpasses and greet the soldier who has come home to rest.
In recognition of their sacrifice, please enjoy this video and reflect on their gift both to us and for people abroad.