We live in a world in which we need to share responsibility. It’s easy to say, it’s not my child, not my community, not my world, not my problem. Then there are those who see the need and respond. I consider them my hero’s.
For the longest time, I have felt the need, to get serious about cleaning up some sloppy drawers and containers. They hold old letters, postcards and various other sentimental items. As, I rummaged through my postcards, I found this one that I purchased. Mr. Rogers reminds me of some of the kind people, that I have met in my lifetime. What stood out to me, about them, was their use of kind and encouraging words. As I look back, and reminisce about those that sent the postcards, letters or wrote the poems, I am truly thankful for those opportunities. Listening to and watching the drama unfold on television, at times, it reminds me of Twilight Zone. I was not a fan of the show and I would rather watch Andy Griffith, Lassie, Ozzie and Harriet, Ted Mack and the Amateur Hour, Queen for a Day etc. Some of you, may be able to relate. Now- a- days there is a war going with offensive, crude and rude words. I am concerned about what our children and grandchildren are hearing, and at times, I wonder if anyone cares. I do believe Mr. Rogers has already covered this subject.
When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will find people who are helping.” F R
in my daddy’s arms i am fine
secure from what, i think is mine
i am not quite two
and can’t make wise decisions
on what i should do
so i will wait until i am three
and in the meantime i will rest
in arms that hold me close and best..
It’s time for the Daily Post’s, weekly photo challenge of Security
Learn to be quiet enough to hear the genuine within yourself, so that you can hear it in others.
Marian Wright Edelman~ Advocate for children
Today I am linking to the Friday Blog Hop with Peabea. I especially like the scripture that she is sharing today. If you have time, stop by to say “hello!”
I had this photo in mind this morning, as I am back to work, two days a week with little one’s. I find that I am not too old, to learn something new.. But my body needs the rest of the week to recuperate… lol!
May God bless the little children with a safe and healthy school year~
On May 2, 2014 I posted this. Those of you that read it, will remember. Well, I wanted to share one of Mother Hen’s chicks, that hiked the Pacific Crest Trail in 1998. Here are a few photos that Mark compiled into a little mini book after his experience.
I have been keeping up with some of the hikers and reading about their experiences on the trail. I am learning new terminology and reading a lot about blisters, dehydration, hunger and wind, and I cannot forget the snakes. I really admire these individuals. There are not porta potty’s along the way, so one must get creative.There are no conveniences on the trail, but there are trail Angels (people) who provide space to camp out on their property and offer water, showers and food. As Memorial Day approaches I am thinking about how fortunate we are here in America, to be able to take on a challenge like this. There is no one taking away our freedom to hike the trails throughout the United States. Things are getting shaky even here in the US, but we are a blessed country and we should count our blessings everyday. As I write this, there is a pregnant woman from another country in prison because of her faith, and they are holding her young son behind bars too. This should not be. Thank God for the privileges we have, and for all of those that serve our country, and to you, I say ” Thank You.”