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“High Hopes”

jo — Sun, 16 May 2010 17:39:18 +0000

We deserve to escape the stress, being dumb sometimes works. I remember one particularly stressful afternoon in an ICU a nurse started singing “High Hopes”. You know the song ->- “Just what makes that little ole ant think he’ll move that rubber tree plant? Everyone knows an ant can’t move a rubber tree plant.” It was ok for this brilliant nurse to stop and be silly it made us all chuckle and carry on with a smile and a lighter heart.

Some young man is losing his life in a war, and some dolphin is gasping in a sea full of oil, and some evilness is being plotted for financial advantage by our very own American Goldman Sachs et al. Other evils are plotted and I don’t understand the advantage, maybe just some kind of revenge, like the smoking SUV. We can be really glad that guy blew (pun intended) at his assignment to blow up Times Square.

Soldiers going off to wars to die for some cause. What a strange world we have created. We get feelings of pride and gratification or at least a feeling of safety from their sacrifices. I wish we had a world where, no one ever has to endure the impending doom soldiers in war face everyday. I hate the idea of someone dying for my safety. I wish extremists of every form would just bring it down a notch. Go hug a baby or something. Back off the medication or take more — or something.

Being good is insurance for when you’re dumb — Alexis Ohanian

“Don’t be Evil” — Google

I have a friend

jo — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 16:09:04 +0000

I have a friend (I’ll call him Jack) who came back from Vietnam full of hate. He hated “gooks” and he was pretty mad at the rest of us for not understanding what he had just been through. He explained that his job fixing the lights along the freeway seemed mundane and all the people in the cars just don’t understand the chaos and death and hate going on in the world.

We’re putting on our make-up, changing our radio stations, worrying about our mortgage payments while soldiers are dying for them. “No one seems to care”. He went home every night to his wife and kids and they didn’t seem to care or understand either. He loved her and she him, but, his wife asked him to leave because he was too angry all the time. He found a motel room that he rented by the week.

There was also a Vietnamese refugee who was working as a cook and trying to Americanize himself living in that same motel. He was friendly and sat outside his room after work, seemingly enjoying his good fortune while Jack bemoaned his sad fate. I don’t know the details of just how it happened, but, Jack and the Vietnamese fellow became friends and had beers together and talked and laughed.

Jack brought him to my house and introduced him to my kids. He was hard to understand, but he was amazingly grateful and that was clear. Jack made fun of how he messed up the English language. Then would teach him how to speak words correctly. They didn’t become lifelong friends or anything like that, but, both of them had enhanced lives because they allowed each other in.

God is a much better teacher than hate.

By the way, Jack and his wife got back together and are growing old together. He is still grumpy and unaccepting, but, not so full of hate.

knats says:

hating haters still makes you a hater.

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Hello world

jo — Fri, 04 Sep 2009 19:44:27 +0000

I love to read about politics and religion and sometimes it makes me want to jab my eyes out. My daughter said that to me once many years ago “jab, jab, you make me want to jab my eyes out”. She is very confident and intelligent and somewhat unforgiving. My son, responds to my rambling, opinionated, rantings with “why do you let things bother you?”

Sometimes, you just want to write your thoughts down, get them on paper, or blog, or comment. So here I am, stumbling around and falling over some information that needs to be shared. The authors aren’t always available to me while stumbling; I’ll try to give credit to the sites and authors of information retrieved and commented on. Quotes are in black and my comments are blue.