Monday, August 6, 2012

Mourning a Pet -- Remembering Cricket

   While I stand vigil over my rapidly deceasing cat, a loving companion of nearly 17 years, my mind goes back to the beginning of our relationship and the spanning years. This wasn’t my first pet and I knew one day I’d have to say goodbye. Over the years I thought about how that would happen and I had it worked out in my mind that her demise would come as I cradled her in my arms to comfort her and I would be the last image in her eyes. Some actors live by the motto “Never work with children or animals”. The reason being, seldom do plans work out correctly when children or animals are involved because they are very unpredictable.

The Beginning
I adopted her from the local animal shelter when she was about 6 months old. According to the shelter director, she had been abandoned in an apartment for 3 days when the maintenance man found her. This young calico knew that people were the key to her survival and she reached out and grabbed one … literally.

At the shelter, I had my eye on a beautiful white long hair who was not trusting of humans to say the least. I kept trying to win over this finicky feline and I felt my shirt being pulled. I thought I hung a string on the cage next to me and reached down to clear my shirt from the wires when I saw a paw with claws hanging on to my shirt for dear life. I looked at her in the eyes (I knew this was a female because MOST calicos are female) and told the shelter volunteer to open the cage. I wanted to see what this cat would do. The volunteer barely released the spring clasp and the cat butted the door with her head and jumped into my arms. That was all it took for me to be convinced.

Through the Years
Cricket (who was already named at adoption) brought joy and laughter to many people during her years on earth. She also brought the detriment to many mice. I could tell some stories but most people don’t want to know the details. Suffice it to say that like most felines, Cricket shared her kill with the family … always the head! And it was usually in my bed – yep, lucky me.

As she aged I thought about her loyalty to me and always wanted to make sure she was comfortable as she aged. She retired from her role as a mouser and eased into the job of just being a pet. This cat was soooo spoiled. She liked fresh water, so fresh that it had to come directly from the faucet into her mouth. That’s right. She jumped on the counter and waited for the water to begin its drip. She would put her two front feet in the sink, tilt her head and unleash her tongue.

Unusually colored, having a straight line down the middle of her face and including her nose, her personality was just as unusual. She loved the smell of mint so much that she would get in my face and put her nose directly on my lips after I brushed my teeth. She also pulled gum and mints out of my purse and would rub her face all over the packaging.

For some unknown reason, Cricket was also an emotional eater. When she would get upset, she would run to her bowl and chow down. Then when she could see the bottom of the bowl, she would get upset and cry until I put more in or, in many cases, would move the food around to cover the empty spot and she would be happy.

The social cat that she was, during the time I shared a house with my cousin, Cricket had to be introduced to any and all visitors. If I didn’t mention her or Dawn didn’t introduce her to our guests, Cricket would yowl until she got attention.

Don’t get me wrong, Cricket definitely had cattitude too. Often there was no making her happy and when she was like that it was best to let her have the right of way. She wasn’t vicious and didn’t usually bite or scratch people…except for Dawn who enjoyed picking on her just as much as me! Despite that, people were always afraid of Cricket and she has always loved people, not cats or dogs but people yes … and not kids, only adults!

Near the End
Like I mentioned earlier, I always wanted her to be comfortable at the end and to know she was loved. But I realized that was more to placate me than herself. When her body began to shut down the Cricket I knew and loved was gone and her feline instincts took over. She tried to go outside and run off, but that didn’t work. Then she tried to hide in the house. I kept finding her and bringing her to a place where I could watch over her but she would stumble away. I knew the end was near and I couldn’t do anything. She began going downhill on Friday night and there was no way I could afford a veterinarian after hours. I don’t think I could afford one during regular business hours. The only option I had was to let her suffer over the weekend and see what Monday morning brought us. My husband offered to take her to the back yard and put her down with a gun but I didn’t want him to do that. He said he didn’t want to do that but would if I asked him to. No, there’s no way I could ask him to do that.

The End
Durango the Aussie
As she stretched out her feet showing the velvet soft skin of her indoor-only paws, I rubbed her back and she let out an “ack”. I touched her head, told her I loved her and she would always be my Silly Cat – a version of Smelly Cat from Friends. I know she couldn’t understand what was happening but she looked at me almost knowingly and gently mewed as if to say “It’s ok.” She “ack”ed again, her body shook and then was very still. The tears were already gone from my eyes because I was ok with her dying but didn’t want to see her suffer. She lived a long life and was treated very well. As I write the final words more tears surge in her memory. My dog, a new addition to our family, stands to comfort me. Thank you Durango.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Freedom Is Never Free

The Fourth of July is known as Independence Day or America’s birthday. It is remembered for the Independence the US has as a nation and the Independence our forefathers fought and sacrificed for. What does that mean for the millions of Americans across this nation? For many American’s today, it symbolizes what our ancestors came to this country for – freedom of life, freedom of religion, freedom to live and go where we choose. Unfortunately, for many people, the Fourth of July is symbolized by a day off work, cooking hot dogs and hamburgers with neighbors and family, and fireworks and has nothing to do with freedom.

Freedom is equaled with independence. Freedom is why our nation was founded. Freedom is what this country’s military men and women sacrificed everything for – so we can go where we want, worship who we want and say what we think. Although these people gave their all to ensure we keep our Freedom, they did not give Freedom to us. The government didn’t give Freedom to us.

The following is part of a July 2011 sermon from David Dykes of Green Acres Baptist Church in Tyler, Texas.

Dr. Dykes says, “When you think about our American democracy, our republic is young compared to all the cultures and civilizations of the world. It was only 235 years ago tomorrow when our forefathers signed the Declaration of Independence, in which they stated there are certain truths that are inalienable, that God our Creator has endowed us with certain rights. And from the very beginning, they recognized that it is God who gives us our freedom. Our government does not give us our freedom, God gives us our freedom. If the government gave you the freedom, it could be taken away—but because God has given us our freedom, no man can take it away.”

Today I want to talk about what Tom Brokaw called the Greatest Generation, these World War II heroes, those who fought and those who were on the home front. What made the Greatest Generation so great? There are at least three things you can think about immediately. First, they survived the Great Depression. They lived through it. They knew what it was to do without. And then they fought and won the bloodiest, costliest war in human history. And then they came back to America and were a part of the greatest economic and spiritual boom the world has ever known. In fact, they gave birth to my generation, the Baby Boomers.

Today I want to talk to those of you in my generation and younger not so much about the faith of our forefathers, but about the faith of our fathers. It is my strong belief America is a great nation but America is in trouble. We are on a downward spiral. Our foundations are eroding as our moral foundation is decaying. We have lost our moral compass. And unless the younger generations reclaim the values, the dignity, the decency, and the diligence of this Greatest Generation, America may not survive very far into the 21st century.

My dad was part of that Greatest Generation. In World War II, he served in the Navy. I did some research and found out there were a number of ships he served on. He was on the first landing ship tank, 308 in part of the Sicily evasion. Then, later part of the liberation of the Philippines, and he ended the war on the aircraft carrier USS Princeton. My dad never talked very much about some of the things he went through in battle. But after he died, my brother and sister and I were looking through some of his things and we found five medals he’d been awarded during World War II he never told us about. Tom Brokaw said that is so characteristic of this generation of heroes. They didn’t come back bragging about what they had done, they just did a good job and came back and started living their lives again. This is the kind of generation we need to emulate. What made this generation the Greatest Generation? Let me answer that three ways.

I. THEY FOUGHT FOR THE GREATEST CAUSE—FREEDOM

Lately around the world, especially in the Middle East, there has been what some called “freedom fever,” as if this is something new but it’s nothing new. That’s what launched our republic and it’s even scriptural. Jesus said “Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” (John 8:32)

This Greatest Generation didn’t choose to go to war; they were forced into it when America was attacked without provocation on December 7, 1941, when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. And if you are alive today and you living during that time, you remember exactly where you were when you heard that Pearl Harbor had been bombed. And that was the incident that brought our nation into the war.

Admiral Chester Nimitz, from Fredericksburg Texas, was attending a concert in Washington D.C. when he got a call from Franklin Roosevelt that evening telling him he was now the commander of the pacific fleet. He was instructed to go to Pearl Harbor and take over. It took a while for him to get there, but he arrived on Christmas Eve and on Christmas day, took a tour of the damage from the attack. In his mementoes, he wrote, “Such a spirit of despair and defeat existed that one would have thought that the Japs had already won the war.” When he finished his tour, he turned to the young officer next to him and said, “The Japanese made three of the biggest mistakes an attack force could ever make or God was taking care of America, what do you think it was?” And then he went on to explain in his that he recognized the Japanese made three terrible mistakes.

A. Most sailors were on shore
First of all, they attacked on a Sunday morning when nine out of every ten sailors were on shore instead of onboard the ships. Had they attacked at a time when all the sailors were on board, the casualties, would have been 38,000 instead of 3,800.

B. Dry docks were spared
The Japanese were so focused on the ships; they ignored the dry docks. Had they destroyed the dry docks at Pearl Harbor, all the damaged ships would have had to been towed back to California, repaired and then sent into service. But because the dry docks were nearby, one single tugboat could tow the damaged vessels where they could be repaired. And they were repaired and put into service in less time that it would have taken them to be towed to California.

C. Fuel storage tanks were untouched
The third biggest strategic mistake was just five miles over the hill; every drop of fuel the pacific fleet had was contained in five huge storage tanks. A single Japanese pilot could have strafed those storage tanks and lit up an inferno that would have destroyed every drop of fuel. But they didn’t. And so he turned to that officer and said, “Were those mistakes they made, or was it God watching over America?” And Admiral Nimitz said he chose that it was God taking care of America.

The Japanese thought they had rendered this nation helpless. But instead had awakened a sleeping giant. There were amazing leaders during this time. For instance, when Admiral “Bull” Halsey saw the damage at Pearl Harbor, he said, “When we get through with them, the only place Japanese will be spoken will be in hell.” those are the kind of leaders we had that led us into World War II. There were fighting for the greatest cause, for freedom.

II. THEY MADE THE GREATEST SACRIFICES

My generation and younger generations don’t know anything about sacrifice. This generation, truly, understood what it meant to make a sacrifice. And I’m not only talking about those 400 thousand American soldiers who paid the supreme sacrifice and died in battle, I’m talking about those soldiers who went to battle and returned. And I’m talking about the families left behind to fight the war on the home front.

Those of us who didn’t experience it have no idea what it was to go through that time of rationing. Here’s one of the posters popular during World War II, reminding Americans that you do with less so the soldiers, will have enough. Rationing gives you your fair share. How many of you remember the rationing books? Sure, you might have had money but that didn’t mean you could buy something in the store unless you had a ration book for it. Food was rationed, tires, sugar, meat, gasoline, nylon and other items. We don’t know what it is to sacrifice like they sacrificed. One half of all cars in the United States got a little sticker that said “A” on the windshield, meaning you could get four gallons of gasoline a week, that’s all. Those with a “B” had a more important job and could get eight gallons of gasoline a week. People had to plan their lives so they could help the war effort, but they gladly sacrificed.

Do you know what the speed limit was in the United States during World War II? Thirty five miles an hour. They called it the “victory speed limit,” designed to save thousands and thousands of gallons of fuel so they could be used in tanks and airplanes and help our soldiers. How many of us today would be willing to drive 35 miles an hour if it meant defeating al Qaeda and defeating the dependence on the Arab oil?

We live in a nation of people who sometimes think just the opposite. They ask the question, “How much can my government give to me? My government owes me this much.” And this Greatest Generation never said, “How much can the government give to me?” They said, “How much can I give to help the war effort?” Families planted victory gardens to help with the war effort. In 1945, there were 20 million victory gardens planted all over the United States. And in that one year alone, 40 percent of all the produce was grown in these victory gardens. Columnist Bret McKay commented on this spirit of sacrifice and compared it to our generation today:

“They learned to live on less and be grateful for things they had, no matter how humble. It didn’t take a new Wii to brighten their Christmas morning. An orange at the bottom of the stocking was enough to knock their socks off. This was not the generation that purchased Corvettes to sooth their mid-life crises. Nor, the generation that acquitted success with the purchase of a McMansion. This generation was thrilled to move into a small house, which at 750 square feet, was as big as some people’s garages are today. One of the mottos of the greatest generation was, ‘use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.’ Of course it’s hard to do if you don’t know how to fix it, thus, handiness was also central to this generation’s frugality.”

“In our day, when men are obsessing about finding themselves, their holy grail of a woman and their passion, the Greatest Generation’s uncomplicated approach to life is refreshing. They didn’t go on diets, they simply ate whole foods. They didn’t exercise, they stayed thin working on jobs and working around the house. They didn’t obsess about their relationships, these men just found a gal they loved and married her and stayed married to her. They always look sharp but they never fussed with fashion trends. They didn’t mull over which appliance better suited their personality and image, they just bought the machine that worked the best. They didn’t think about how to get things done, they just got ‘em done.” There’s a lot that my generation and younger generations can learn from this Greatest Generation because they understood sacrifice.

III. THEY HAD THE GREATEST TRUST IN GOD

I think the main reason this is the Greatest Generation is because they had the greatest trust in God. This generation really was part of a spiritual awakening that took place here in America during the war because never before has there been a higher percentage of Americans who attended church. Even though you were rationed to four gallons of gasoline a week, church was still a priority, and there were more prayers prayed.

There were very many important battles in World War II but perhaps the turning point, at least in Europe, was the Normandy Invasion. On June 6, 1944, the largest amphibious invasion in the history of warfare was launched, involving over 5,000 ships and over 160,000 troops. The night after the morning of the invasion, FDR went on the radio and did something no president has done since, he not only asked America to pray for our troops, he led our nation in prayer. “That night on radio, last night when I spoke to about the fall of Rome, I knew that at that moment, troops of the United States and our allies were crossing the channel in another and greater operation. It has come to pass with success, thus far, and so in this poignant hour, I ask you to join with me in prayer.” He led the nation in prayer.

He started by saying, “Almighty God, our sons, this day, have set upon a mighty endeavor. A struggle to preserve our republic, our religion and our civilization and to set free a suffering humanity. And O Lord, give us faith, give us faith in thee. Faith in our united crusade, with thy blessing we shall prevail over the unholy forces of our enemy.” And he ended by saying, “Thy will be done, Almighty God.”

What I think we need in America today is not only a president who says “pray for America,” we need a president who will lead us in prayer for America. We need someone who will unashamedly say, “Let’s pray to all mighty God and ask his blessings and protection upon our nation.”

Steven Ambrose is a historian and he comments on, on the spirituality and the renewal that happened that surrounded praying for D-Day. He said, “The impulse to pray, during the time of the invasion, was overwhelming in America. Across the United States, church bells rang as a solemn reminder to national unity and a call to prayer. Special services were held in every church and synagogue in the land. Pews were jammed with worshipers. The liberty bell rang on D-Day for the first day in a hundred and nine years.” And then the Philadelphia mayor led a prayer for that city. And then I continue to quote Steven Ambrose, he said, “Supreme Allied Commander, Dwight Eisenhower called D-Day a great crusade.

President Roosevelt called for faith in our united crusade. And he said the media that crucified George w. Bush for uttering the word crusade in 2001, offered no criticism in 1944. Remember also that the 9,387 Americans are buried above Normandy’s bloody Omaha Beach, where so many were slaughtered on D-Day, they’re not buried beneath some trite ‘co-exist,’ or ‘tolerance’ bumper stickers, they’re buried beneath 9,387 pristine, white marble symbols of our western faith, stars of David and crosses of Jesus Christ. The truth is that in the anxious hours of D-Day, Americans embraced the God of the Bible. That is in 1944 a conservative people, clinging to their guns and religion, actually saved the word.” Thank God for that generation who prayed for America to protect our nation and protect our soldiers.

I’m somewhat of a student of presidential trivia. I’ve done an in-depth study of the inaugurations of the presidents. The typical inauguration speech is about 20 to 30 to 40 minutes. The shortest inauguration speech in history was George Washington’s second inauguration speech. It had 135 words and lasted less than one minute. The longest inauguration speech was given by President William Henry Harrison, our ninth president. He spoke for almost two hours in a cold, wet day, not wearing a hat or an overcoat. Thirty two days later, President Harrison died from pneumonia. He was replaced by the Vice President, someone you’ve perhaps heard of, John Tyler, who chose not to make an inauguration speech.

George Washington’s inauguration speech was the shortest, but the second shortest inauguration speech in history was Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s fourth inauguration speech on January 20, 1945. It took less than three minutes. Within three months of giving this speech, he was dead. Within five months of giving this speech, Europe would have surrendered. Within eight months of giving this speech, Japan surrendered.

As I read FDR’s last inauguration speech, I was struck by how much he talked about our nation’s dependence upon God. It sounds like a sermon, but this is a presidential inauguration address: “The Almighty God has blessed our land in many ways. He has given our people stout hearts and strong arms with which to strike mighty blows for freedom and truth. He has given to our country a faith which has become the hope of all peoples in an anguished world. So we pray to Him now, for the vision to see our way clearly, to the way that leads to a better life for ourselves and all our fellow men to achieve, to the achievement of His will to peace on earth.” He made reference to God and God’s blessing upon our nation eight times in that speech. Ladies and gentlemen, we need to go back and we need to recapture the values, the diligence, and the decency of this greatest generation if we’re long for this world.

CONCLUSION

Most people around the world don’t recognize “The Star Spangled Banner.” Most nations around the world believe “America the beautiful” is our national anthem. For instance, in 1972 when Richard Nixon made his historic trip to China, the choir sang “America the Beautiful” to him. Ours is a nation and a freedom that the nations of the world envy. You know the words, “O beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain. For purple mountains majesties, above the fruited plain. America, America,” And you know why America is great? Because “God shed his grace on thee.”

But look at this next line, “and crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea.” The reason America has been blessed is because we have been a good nation with good biblical morals. President Reagan quoted that old adage that said, “America is great because America is good. But if America ever ceases to be good, America will cease to be great.” And on this day that we honor these world war two veterans, this Greatest Generation, let us commit ourselves that we will embrace the values, the priorities, the decency, the dignity of this Greatest Generation.” God bless you and God bless America.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Un-Natural? Just different

Recently, I came across some rare animals at one of my favorite web sites, www.oddee.com. These animals were normal except for their coloring. They were the opposite of albinos, they were called melanistic. Melanism is an undue development of dark-colored pigment in the skin or its appendages and is the opposite of albinism. It is also the medical term for black jaundice.


Pseudo-melanism, also called abundism, is another variant of pigmentation, characterized by dark spots or enlarged stripes, which cover a large part of the body of the animal making it appear melanistic. A deficiency in or total absence of melanin pigments is called amelanism.

The morbid deposition of black matter, often of a malignant character, causing pigmented tumors is called melanosis.

 Fawn
Photographer R.M.Buquoi shot this picture of a rare black fawn in Austin, Texas

Fox
The Silver Fox is a melanistic form of red fox. Silver foxes display a great deal of pelt variation: some are completely black, save for the white tail tip, while others may be bluish-grey. Wild silver foxes do not reproduce exclusively with members of the same coat morph, and can be littermates with the common red variety.

Not that Redd Foxx!

Serval

It's not a chupacabra

Servals are members of the cat family found in Africa, notable for their very long legs and large ears. Like most felines, servals are prone to melanism but with one difference: the feature is more common in servals living at higher altitudes. It may be that melanism bestows advantages to the mountain-dwelling servals, perhaps relating to heat conservation and camouflage in rockier alpine environments.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

The Price of Free Corn

Some years ago, about 1900, an old trapper from North Dakota hitched up some horses to his Studebaker wagon, packed a few possessions -- especially his traps -- and drove south.

Several weeks later he stopped in a small town just north of the Okefenokee Swamp in Georgia.

It was a Saturday morning -- a lazy day -- when he walked into the general store. Sitting around the pot-bellied stove were seven or eight of the town's local citizens.

The traveler spoke. "Gentlemen, could you direct me to the Okefenokee Swamp?"
Some of the oldtimers looked at him like he was crazy.

"You must be a stranger in these parts," they said.

"I am. I'm from North Dakota," said the stranger.

"In the Okefenokee Swamp are thousands of wild hogs." one old man explained. "A man who goes into the swamp by himself asks to die!"

He lifted up his leg. "I lost half my leg here, to the pigs of the swamp."

Another old fellow said, "Look at the cuts on me; look at my arm -- they bit it off!"

"Those pigs have been free since the Revolution, eating snakes and rooting out roots and fending for themselves for over a hundred years. They're wild and they're dangerous. You can't trap them. No man dares go into the swamp by himself."
Every man nodded his head in agreement.

The old trapper said, "Thank you so much for the warning. Now could you direct me to the swamp?"

They said, "Well, yeah, it's due south -- straight down the road."

But they begged the stranger not to go, because they knew he'd meet a terrible fate.
He said, "Sell me ten sacks of corn, and help me load it in the wagon." And they did.

Then the old trapper bid them farewell and drove on down the road. The townsfolk thought they'd never see him again.

Two weeks later the man came back. He pulled up to the general store, got down off the wagon, walked in and bought ten more sacks of corn.

After loading it up he went back down the road toward the swamp.

Two weeks later he returned and again bought ten sacks of corn.



This went on for a month. And then two months, and three.

Every week or two the old trapper would come into town on a Saturday morning, load up ten sacks of corn, and drive off south into the swamp.

The stranger soon became a legend in the little village and the subject of much speculation. People wondered what kind of devil had possessed this man, that he could go into the Okefenokee by himself and not be consumed by the wild and free hogs.

One morning the man came into town as usual. Everyone thought he wanted more corn.
He got off the wagon and went into the store where the usual group of men were gathered around the stove. He took off his gloves.

"Gentlemen," he said, "I need to hire about ten or fifteen wagons. I need twenty or thirty men."

"I have six thousand hogs out in the swamp, penned up, and they're all hungry. I've got to get them to market right away."

"You've WHAT in the swamp?" asked the storekeeper, incredulously.

"I have six thousand hogs penned up. They haven't eaten for two or three days, and they'll starve if I don't get back there to feed and take care of them."

One of the oldtimers said, "You mean you've captured the wild hogs of the Okefenokee?"

"That's right."

"How did you do that? What did you do?" the men urged, breathlessly.

One of them exclaimed, "But I lost my arm!"

"I lost my brother!" cried another.

"I lost my leg to those wild boars!" chimed a third.

The trapper said, "Well, the first week I went in there they were wild all right."
"They hid in the undergrowth and wouldn't come out. I dared not get off the wagon."
"So I spread corn along behind the wagon. Every day I'd spread a sack of corn."
"The old pigs would have nothing to do with it."

"But the younger pigs decided that it was easier to eat free corn than it was to root out roots and catch snakes. So the very young began to eat the corn first."

"I did this every day. Pretty soon, even the old pigs decided that it was easier to eat free corn."

"After all, they were all free; they were not penned up. They could run off in any direction they wanted at any time."

"The next thing was to get them used to eating in the same place all the time. So I selected a clearing, and I started putting the corn in the clearing."



"At first they wouldn't come to the clearing. It was too far. It was too open. It was a nuisance to them."

"But the very young decided that it was easier to take the corn in the clearing than it was to root out roots and catch their own snakes. And not long thereafter, the older pigs also decided that it was easier to come to the clearing every day."

"And so the pigs learned to come to the clearing every day to get their free corn."

"They could still subsidize their diet with roots and snakes and whatever else they wanted. After all, they were all free. They could run in any direction at any time. There were no bounds upon them."

"The next step was to get them used to fence posts."

"So I put fence posts all the way around the clearing. I put them in the underbrush so that they wouldn't get suspicious or upset."

"After all, they were just sticks sticking up out of the ground, like the trees and the brush. The corn was there every day. It was easy to walk in between the posts, get the corn, and walk back out."

"This went on for a week or two. Shortly they became very used to walking into the clearing, getting the free corn, and walking back out through the fence posts."

"The next step was to put one rail down at the bottom. I also left a few openings, so that the older, fatter pigs could walk through the openings and the younger pigs could easily jump over just one rail."



"After all, it was no real threat to their freedom or independence. They could always jump over the rail and flee in any direction at any time."

"Now I decided that I wouldn't feed them every day. I began to feed them every other day."

"On the days I didn't feed them the pigs still gathered in the clearing. They squealed, and they grunted, and they begged and pleaded with me to feed them."

"But I only fed them every other day. And I put a second rail around the posts."

"Now the pigs became more and more desperate for food. Because now they were no longer used to going out and digging their own roots and finding their own food. They now needed me. They needed my corn every other day."

"So I trained them that I would feed them every day if they came in through a gate. And I put up a third rail around the fence."

"But it was still no great threat to their freedom, because there were several gates and they could run in and out at will."

"Finally I put up the fourth rail."

"Then I closed all the gates but one, and I fed them very, very well."

"Yesterday I closed the last gate. And today I need you to help me take these pigs to market." - - - end of story.

Application of the story - - - The price of free corn!

The allegory of the pigs has a serious moral lesson. This story is about federal money being used to bait, trap and enslave a once free and independent people.

Federal welfare, in its myriad forms, has reduced not only individuals to a state of dependency. State and local governments are also on the fast track to elimination, due to their functions being subverted by the command and control structures of federal "revenue sharing" programs.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Feeling Low

Probably the worst thing about dealing with a debilitating disease – at least for me – is the overwhelming sense of uselessness. No one makes me feel this way intentionally. Usually, it’s my reaction to a discussion topic or an everyday situation with my family. When I say “my family”, I mean the people in my house that I see and deal with on a daily basis. They may not be directly related or related at all, but because we all exist in a close proximity, they are – for all intents and purposes – my family.

You see, in the past, I’ve always been able to do what I want. I could work two jobs at once or I could work all day and go out with my friends most of the night. My first husband had no problem letting me work two jobs while he piddled away at one dead-end job. But at the time, I had no problem working two jobs. I was fully able. It’s not really a money issue but most people equal self sufficient with money…ability to support yourself or pay for vacation or at least buy your own dinner. For me, it’s about feeling like I’m contributing to something.

Right now, I can’t do any of that and it makes me feel useless and worthless. Some days I have trouble getting out of bed and sitting in a chair.

People ask me all the time if I’ve applied for disability benefits as if that’s the answer for all my problems. But it really isn’t. I would have money given to me – but not much. But I still have that feeling of accomplishing nothing. That’s worse than not completing a task because with that at least you began something.

Sometimes I think, “Well, I still have my brain!” But people in my life are so accustomed to helping me with everything else that they don’t want me to strain my noodle too.

I would prefer my husband ask me how to do our laundry but he asks everybody but me. The same with cooking and grocery-shopping…I just don’t understand.

I just want to feel like I’m worthy of contributing something.

I’ve tried to think of ways to combat these ill-feelings. I wanted to volunteer at the hospital. But here’s the thing: they work on a schedule too and I may not feel the same every week on Thursday between 2 and 6. So volunteering is out of the question. So is working in the church nursery or participating in civic organizations.

This is when I begin to feel really low and realize I just don’t have a lot of options left. My “family” tries to make me feel better but sometimes good intentions are the worst kind. Sometimes the only thing I can do is purge it from my system with a good cry.



Here are some facts about letting loose with the water works:

1) Tears help you see better – Even when you are not crying, tears flow from your lacrimal glands with every blink, moistening your eyes. This moisture - made of water, oil, and mucus - helps to maintain healthy vision. Tears clear your eyes of debris and allow light to enter your eyes so you can see.

2) A good cry will help you feel better – Crying is often called "cathartic," a release of pent-up emotions and tensions. But how we really feel after crying may depend on the circumstances and context of your crying – the "when," "where," and "with whom" you cry. In an international study including over 5,000 men and women, certain "good" and "bad" cry patterns emerged. Criers who got support from those around them were more likely to feel better post-sob. Criers got a boost from bawling if they came to a realization, new understanding, or resolution regarding the thing that made them cry.

3) A bad cry may make you feel worse – Participants in the study mentioned above who suppressed their crying or felt shame as they cried reported that they did not feel as good afterward. A different, smaller study found that crying can be the opposite of cathartic for those with certain depressive symptoms. Those with an inability to experience pleasure did not take pleasure from crying - in fact, they felt worse after they cried than they felt before. The same results applied to those who were out of touch with or unable to express their emotions.

4) Some people are more prone to cry than others – The smaller study mentioned above uncovered another pattern about crying. If you are quite empathetic to the suffering of others, you may cry more frequently than the harder-hearted. People who are anxious or neurotic cry both more frequently and more easily than others. And extraverts tend to cry more often during negative situations and are less likely to cry "happy tears."

5) Crying can be gender specific – On average, women cry as much as 47 times a year while men only seven times a year. This is caused partly because the tear ducts smaller men than women. While the old cries of normal infants between one and three hours each day.

Go ahead, go get a tissue and let it all out.

Until next time.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

New Year, Same Stuff

Its 2012 … I know I’m not a calendar. I do have a point. For the past eight years I’ve dealt with a debilitating physical disorder. I guess maybe there is a better place to start.

Do I begin with the fact that I have Rheumatoid Arthritis? No, almost everyone knows that – and believe me, when it comes to jobs this is not a good thing.

Do I begin with I’ve had an RA flare for this entire time? Yep, it’s true; I’ve not had any relief from the pain, stiffness, fatigue and other issues that go along with RA. Not in eight years!

Do I begin with the fact that I feel all alone most days because my family doesn’t understand what I’m going through? My husband sometimes has his feelings hurt because I don’t feel like holding hands – and he forgets that my hands hurt.

Do I begin with the fact that I wish I’d had someone walk through this with me, someone who had been where I was, who knew what to tell or ask the doctors? Like a support group, yeah, that’s it. There used to be one in Longview for Fibromyalgia … which I also have.

I would like to remind my family and friends of what I deal with on a daily basis. In the beginning stages, it took a long time and five doctors to diagnose. It felt like a knee sprain, then a wrist sprain, and then I had low-grade fever. Next thing I know, I’ve got joint stiffness. These are the classic signs in the beginning. This disease is so sporadic that you can’t always pinpoint it and say “yeah, that’s what it is without a doubt.”

RA is a long-term condition where the body's immune system attacks not only foreign substances like bacteria and viruses, but also attacks the body itself. Once the immune system is triggered, immune cells migrate from the blood into the joints and joint-lining tissue, called synovium. There the immune cells produce inflammatory substances.

The increased number of cells and inflammatory substances within the joint will cause irritation, wearing down of cartilage (cushioning material at the end of bones), and swelling and inflammation of the joint lining. Inflammation of the joint lining stimulates it to produce excessive joint fluid within the joint.

As the cartilage wears down, the space between the bones narrows. If the condition worsens, the bones could rub against each other. As the joint lining expands, it may invade into, or erode, the adjacent bone, resulting in bone damage that is referred to as erosions. All of these factors cause the joint to become very painful, swollen, and warm to the touch.

Almost always RA or any other arthritis is coupled with Fibromyalgia. With fibromyalgia syndrome, the following symptoms commonly occur together:
• anxiety or depression
• decreased pain threshold or tender points
• incapacitating fatigue
• widespread pain

Fibromyalgia causes you to ache all over. You may have symptoms of crippling fatigue -- even on arising. Specific tender points on the body may be painful to touch. You may experience swelling, disturbances in deep-level or restful sleep, and mood disturbances or depression.

Your muscles may feel like they have been overworked or pulled. They'll feel that way even without exercise or another cause. Sometimes, your muscles twitch, burn, or have deep stabbing pain.

Some patients with fibromyalgia have pain and achiness around the joints in the neck, shoulder, back, and hips. This makes it difficult for them to sleep or exercise. It also makes it difficult to determine if the pain is RA or Fibro. Other fibromyalgia symptoms include:
• abdominal pain
• anxiety and depression
• chronic headaches
• difficulty maintaining sleep or light sleep
• dryness in mouth, nose, and eyes
• fatigue upon arising
• hypersensitivity to cold and/or heat
• inability to concentrate (called "fibro fog")
• irritable bowel syndrome
• numbness or tingling in the fingers and feet
• stiffness

I don’t know how you go about starting a support group but one would have been helpful for me. I’ve shared my experiences with others diagnosed with the same diseases. The internet is a wonderful thing but sometimes it’s nice to speak to someone face to face who knows and understands what you are going through.

My medical information came from WebMD, Rheumatoid Arthritis.org and life experience.

Until next time.