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No longer on the river and, again, an empty nester. Back to living on Fleming Island and making some more friends!

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Don't be ineffective!

"I want to be around to pick up the pieces when he breaks your heart in two........" Oh, what's the point of moaning and bemoaning what's taken place in our nation? It's a new day and life goes on. The bottom falls out of the market---again---and time marches on.
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At Bible study this morning we talked about the situation a bit, all of us like-minded on more than only our doctrine, and I was able to brag on Justin a bit for his facebook posting Wednesday morning. He wrote that he's looking forward to 2012 and that it's a new day. Of course, as a politically involved young man, he's quite ticked off, being more libertarian than I am. But he didn't go out and flip any cars or riot in the streets like was expected if things went the other way. Anyone else see something interesting in that?
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I had a bunch of stuff written here, much of it quite profound, but I didn't feel like posting it. 'Nuff said............
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Well, today is the day---------------I finished The Shack!!! Finally, worked my way to the end. Wow! Judy, I can't believe it, what a trip! Thank you sooooo much, I can't wait to talk to you in person about it. As soon as I finished, I called my friend, Diane, the financial counselor and absolutely insisted she read this book. While my car was being lubed and tires rotated, I sat at a picnic table in the sun and finished it up, with tears soaking my shirt, again. Wow!
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48 more hours, Judy!!!!
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My sister wrote the other morning to report what she saw on election day at her polling place, the fire station in the neighborhood. Kerry wrote: "There were about 80 people ahead of me at 6:25 a.m. As the time passed, I watched the line increase, with cars parking on both of sides of Snell Road (barely a cow path.) The sun was just coming up over the buildings and all I could see were people walking through a corn field across the street, walking across part of the lawn of the prison, and pushing strollers and/or carrying young children with them. It was almost 7:00 a.m. and people were calling their work places to advise they may be a little late (me included), when a small group of men (firemen) came carrying a little, old man on their crossed arms to the front of the line.
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He was a WWII Veteran and had pushed himself up Jackson Street (I don't know how) in his wheelchair. He is a resident of Nova House which is a residential treatment center for drug and alcohol addiction. He was the first one to vote! I was still in line when he came out and the firemen helped him back to his wheelchair. Several people offered to give him a lift back to the center. He declined.
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When I came out, he was wheeling himself just a little bit ahead of where my car was parked. I stopped and chatted a little while with him. He proceeded to tell me that we were lucky; we still had enough of our senses (vs. others that don't) to be able to cast a vote for the president of the United States of America. He parted with, "God Bless You."
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Need I say anything else? I was sobbing when I got in my car and when I got to work, people asked me if I was okay. I replied, "Never better." I don't have much money, but I have my senses, my faith, my family, my nation and my right to vote. I have never been so moved in my entire life."

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