----- Original Message -----
From: Tom and Carolyn Lynch
OK, there are only few times that I have ever forwarded anything, thisis cool, ... please slow down for three minutes to read this. It is soworth it Touching words from the mouth of babes. What Love means to a 4-8 year old A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to8 year-olds, 'What does love mean?'The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could haveimagined . See what you think: 'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and painther toenails nymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands gotarthritis too. That's love.' Rebecca- age 8'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. Youjust know that your name is safe in their mouth.' Billy - age 4'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologneand they go out and smell each other.' Karl - age 5 'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your Frenchfries without making them give you any of theirs.' Chrissy - age 6'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.' Terri - age 4 'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sipbefore giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.' Danny - age 7 'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop openingpresents and listen.' Bobby - age 7 (Wow!) 'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend whoyou hate,' Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet) 'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears iteveryday.' Noelle - age 7 'My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissingme to sleep at night.' Clare - age 6 'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.' Elaine-age 5'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he ishandsomer than Robert Redford.' Chris - age 7'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him aloneall day.' Mary Ann - age 4 'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her oldclothes and has to go out and buy new ones.' Lauren - age 4 'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little starscome out of you.' (what an image) Karen - age 7 'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. Butif youmean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.' Jessica - age 8 nd the final one The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was anelderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the mancry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climb ed ontohis lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said tothe neighbor, the little boy said, 'Nothing, I just helped him cry' When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out that Godis all you need. Take 60 seconds and give this a shot! All you do issimply say the following small prayer for the person who sent you this.Heavenly Father, please bless all my friends in whatever it is thatYou know they may be needing this day! And may their life be full ofYour peace, prosperity and power as he/she seeks to have a closerrelationship with You. Amen.Then send it on to five o ther people, including the one who sent it toyou. Within hours you caused a multitude of people to pray for otherpeople. Then sit back and watch the power of God work in your life. P.S. Five is good, but more is better .
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Welcome from our house- Pat Richards Whitehead
Thanks Pat (PHS 1950)!
Sam
----- Original Message -----
From: Patricia Whitehead
To: Sam Kegley
Sent: 2009-01-06 03:34
Subject: Welcome from Pat Whiteheads House
We are thinking about you today and hoping that things will change in 2009. We all need to put God back into our lives. Our country was founded on "trusting in God".
Am I welcome at your house?
I am leaving the Kegley's house,
now am I welcome at yours?
Receive me with love and
send me to other houses so I can bless them.
Have a blessed day!
I am at the door, I knock. If someone hears my voice
and opens the door, I will come in and eat with them
at their table.
Now He is walking to your house. Let Him bless
you and send Him to someone else's house.
Replace my name with your name to show where
He is coming from...
The Lord is my light and my salvation of
whom shall I fear?
Sam
----- Original Message -----
From: Patricia Whitehead
To: Sam Kegley
Sent: 2009-01-06 03:34
Subject: Welcome from Pat Whiteheads House
We are thinking about you today and hoping that things will change in 2009. We all need to put God back into our lives. Our country was founded on "trusting in God".
Am I welcome at your house?
I am leaving the Kegley's house,
now am I welcome at yours?
Receive me with love and
send me to other houses so I can bless them.
Have a blessed day!
I am at the door, I knock. If someone hears my voice
and opens the door, I will come in and eat with them
at their table.
Now He is walking to your house. Let Him bless
you and send Him to someone else's house.
Replace my name with your name to show where
He is coming from...
The Lord is my light and my salvation of
whom shall I fear?
Soon to be Gone- Leswiner
Thanks Les!
Many of our younger citizens remember those who gave so much for us, but relatively few stop to think about it.
God, please continue to bless America.
Sam
SOON TO BE GONE
By A MILITARY DOCTOR
This should be required reading in every
school and college in our country. This Captain, an Army doctor, deserves a
medal himself for putting this together. If you choose not to pass it on,
fine, but I think you will want to, after you read it.
I am a doctor specializing in the Emergency
Departments of the only two military Level One-Trauma Centers, both in? San
Antonio , TX and they care for civilian Emergencies as well as military
personnel. San Antoniohas the largest military retiree population in the
world living here. As a military doctor, I work long hours and the pay is
less than glamorous. One tends to become jaded by the long hours, lack of
sleep, food, family contact and the endless parade of human suffering
passing before you. The arrival of another ambulance does not mean more pay,
only more work.
Most often, it is a victim from a motor
vehicle crash.
Often it is a person of dubious character
who has been shot or stabbed. With our large military retiree population, it
is often a nursing home patient. Even with my enlisted service and minimal
combat experience in Panama , I have caught myself groaning when the
ambulance brought in yet another sick, elderly person from one of the local
retirement centers that cater to military retirees. I had not stopped to
think of what citizens of this age group represented.
I saw 'Saving Private Ryan.' I was touched
deeply. Not so much by the carnage, but by the sacrifices of so many. I was
touched most by the scene of the elderly survivor at the graveside, asking
his wife if he'd been a good man. I realized that I had seen these same men
and women coming through my Emergency Dept. and had not realized what
magnificent sacrifices they had made. The things they did for me and
everyone else that has lived on this planet since the end of that conflict
are priceless.
Situation permitting, I now try to ask my
patients about their experiences. They would never bring up the subject
without the inquiry. I have been privileged to an amazing array of
experiences, recounted in the brief minutes allowed in an Emergency Dept.
encounter. These experiences have revealed the incredible individuals I have
had the honor of serving in a medical capacity, many on their last admission
to the hospital.
There was a frail, elderly woman who
reassured my young enlisted medic, trying to start an IV line in her arm.
She remained calm and poised, despite her illness and the multiple
needle-sticks into her fragile veins. She was what we call a 'hard stick.'
As the medic made another attempt, I noticed a number tattooed across her
forearm. I touched it with one finger and looked into her eyes. She simply
said, ' Auschwitz .' Many of later generations would have loudly and openly
berated the young medic in his many attempts. How different was the response
from this person who'd seen unspeakable suffering.
Also, there was this long retired Colonel,
who as a young officer had parachuted from his burning plane over a Pacific
island held by the Japanese. Now an octogenarian, he had a minor cut on his
head from a fall at his home where he lived alone. His CT scan and suturing
had been delayed until after midnight by the usual parade of high priority
ambulance patients. Still spry for his age, he asked to use the phone to
call a taxi, to take him home, then he realized his ambulance had brought
him without his wallet. He asked if he could use the phone to make a long
distance call to his daughter who lived 7 miles away. With great pride we
told him that he could not, as he'd done enough for his country and the
least we could do was get him a taxi home, even if we had to pay for it
ourselves. My only regret was that my shift wouldn't end for several hours,
and I couldn't drive him myself.
I was there the night M/Sgt. Roy Benavidez
came through the Emergency Dept. for the last time. He was very sick. I was
not the doctor taking care of him, but I walked to his bedside and took his
hand. I said nothing. He was so sick, he didn't know I was there. I'd read
his Congressional Medal of Honor citation and wanted to shake his hand. He
died a few days later.
The gentleman who served with Merrill's
Marauders,
the survivor of the Bataan Death March,
the survivor of Omaha Beach ,
the 101 year old World War I veteran.
The former POW held in frozen North Korea ,
The former Special Forces medic - now with
non-operable liver cancer,
the former Viet Nam Corps Commander.
I remember these citizens.
??
I may still groan when yet another ambulance
comes in, but now I am much more aware of what an honor it is to serve these
particular men and women.
I have seen a Congress who would turn their
back on these individuals who've sacrificed so much to protect our liberty.
I see later generations that seem to be totally engrossed in abusing these
same liberties, won with such sacrifice.
It has become my personal endeavor to make
the nurses and young enlisted medics aware of these amazing individuals when
I encounter them in our Emergency Dept. Their response to these particular
citizens has made me think that perhaps all is not lost in the next
generation.
My experiences have solidified my belief
that we are losing an incredible generation, and this nation knows not what
it is losing. Our uncaring government and ungrateful civilian populace
should all take note. We should all remember that we must 'Earn this.'
Written By CPT.Stephen R. Ellison, M.D. US
Army
If it weren't for the United States
military,
there'd be NO United States of America
Many of our younger citizens remember those who gave so much for us, but relatively few stop to think about it.
God, please continue to bless America.
Sam
SOON TO BE GONE
By A MILITARY DOCTOR
This should be required reading in every
school and college in our country. This Captain, an Army doctor, deserves a
medal himself for putting this together. If you choose not to pass it on,
fine, but I think you will want to, after you read it.
I am a doctor specializing in the Emergency
Departments of the only two military Level One-Trauma Centers, both in? San
Antonio , TX and they care for civilian Emergencies as well as military
personnel. San Antoniohas the largest military retiree population in the
world living here. As a military doctor, I work long hours and the pay is
less than glamorous. One tends to become jaded by the long hours, lack of
sleep, food, family contact and the endless parade of human suffering
passing before you. The arrival of another ambulance does not mean more pay,
only more work.
Most often, it is a victim from a motor
vehicle crash.
Often it is a person of dubious character
who has been shot or stabbed. With our large military retiree population, it
is often a nursing home patient. Even with my enlisted service and minimal
combat experience in Panama , I have caught myself groaning when the
ambulance brought in yet another sick, elderly person from one of the local
retirement centers that cater to military retirees. I had not stopped to
think of what citizens of this age group represented.
I saw 'Saving Private Ryan.' I was touched
deeply. Not so much by the carnage, but by the sacrifices of so many. I was
touched most by the scene of the elderly survivor at the graveside, asking
his wife if he'd been a good man. I realized that I had seen these same men
and women coming through my Emergency Dept. and had not realized what
magnificent sacrifices they had made. The things they did for me and
everyone else that has lived on this planet since the end of that conflict
are priceless.
Situation permitting, I now try to ask my
patients about their experiences. They would never bring up the subject
without the inquiry. I have been privileged to an amazing array of
experiences, recounted in the brief minutes allowed in an Emergency Dept.
encounter. These experiences have revealed the incredible individuals I have
had the honor of serving in a medical capacity, many on their last admission
to the hospital.
There was a frail, elderly woman who
reassured my young enlisted medic, trying to start an IV line in her arm.
She remained calm and poised, despite her illness and the multiple
needle-sticks into her fragile veins. She was what we call a 'hard stick.'
As the medic made another attempt, I noticed a number tattooed across her
forearm. I touched it with one finger and looked into her eyes. She simply
said, ' Auschwitz .' Many of later generations would have loudly and openly
berated the young medic in his many attempts. How different was the response
from this person who'd seen unspeakable suffering.
Also, there was this long retired Colonel,
who as a young officer had parachuted from his burning plane over a Pacific
island held by the Japanese. Now an octogenarian, he had a minor cut on his
head from a fall at his home where he lived alone. His CT scan and suturing
had been delayed until after midnight by the usual parade of high priority
ambulance patients. Still spry for his age, he asked to use the phone to
call a taxi, to take him home, then he realized his ambulance had brought
him without his wallet. He asked if he could use the phone to make a long
distance call to his daughter who lived 7 miles away. With great pride we
told him that he could not, as he'd done enough for his country and the
least we could do was get him a taxi home, even if we had to pay for it
ourselves. My only regret was that my shift wouldn't end for several hours,
and I couldn't drive him myself.
I was there the night M/Sgt. Roy Benavidez
came through the Emergency Dept. for the last time. He was very sick. I was
not the doctor taking care of him, but I walked to his bedside and took his
hand. I said nothing. He was so sick, he didn't know I was there. I'd read
his Congressional Medal of Honor citation and wanted to shake his hand. He
died a few days later.
The gentleman who served with Merrill's
Marauders,
the survivor of the Bataan Death March,
the survivor of Omaha Beach ,
the 101 year old World War I veteran.
The former POW held in frozen North Korea ,
The former Special Forces medic - now with
non-operable liver cancer,
the former Viet Nam Corps Commander.
I remember these citizens.
??
I may still groan when yet another ambulance
comes in, but now I am much more aware of what an honor it is to serve these
particular men and women.
I have seen a Congress who would turn their
back on these individuals who've sacrificed so much to protect our liberty.
I see later generations that seem to be totally engrossed in abusing these
same liberties, won with such sacrifice.
It has become my personal endeavor to make
the nurses and young enlisted medics aware of these amazing individuals when
I encounter them in our Emergency Dept. Their response to these particular
citizens has made me think that perhaps all is not lost in the next
generation.
My experiences have solidified my belief
that we are losing an incredible generation, and this nation knows not what
it is losing. Our uncaring government and ungrateful civilian populace
should all take note. We should all remember that we must 'Earn this.'
Written By CPT.Stephen R. Ellison, M.D. US
Army
If it weren't for the United States
military,
there'd be NO United States of America
Monday, January 5, 2009
I Believe,,, - Tom & Carolyn Lynch
Thanks Tom & Carolyn Lynch!
A Birth Certificate shows that we were born
A Death Certificate shows that we died.
Pictures show that we lived!
Have a seat . . . Relax . . . And read this slowly.
I Believe...
That just because two people argue,
doesn't mean they don't love each other.
And just because they don't argue,
doesn't mean they do love each other.
I Believe...
That we don't have to change friends if
we understand that friends change.
I Believe...
That no matter how good a friend is,
they're going to hurt you every once in a while
and you must forgive them for that.
I Believe...
That true friendship continues to grow,
even over the longest distance.
Same goes for true love.
I Believe...
That you can do something in an instant
that will give you heartache for life.
I Believe...
That it's taking me a long time
to become the person I want to be.
I Believe...
That you should always leave loved ones with loving words.
It may be the last time you see them.
I Believe...
That you can keep going long after you think you can't.
I Believe...
That we are responsible for what we do,
no matter how we feel.
I Believe....
That either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I Believe...
That heroes are the people who do what has to be done
when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I Believe...
That money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I Believe...
That my best friend and I can do anything,
or nothing, and have the best time.
I Believe...
That sometimes the people you expect to kick you When you're down,
will be the ones to help you get back up.
I Believe...
That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry,
but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
I Believe...
That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had,
and what you've learned from them.....and less to do with how many
birthdays you've celebrated.
I Believe...
That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I Believe...
That no matter how bad your heart is broken,
the world doesn't stop for your grief.
I Believe...
That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are,
but we are responsible for who we become.
I Believe...
That you shouldn't be so eager to find
out a secret. It could change your life Forever.
I Believe...
Two people can look at the exact same
thing and see something totally different.
I Believe...
That your life can be changed in a matter of
hours by people who don't even know you.
I Believe...
That even when you think you have no more to give,
if a friend cries out to you........
you will find the strength to help.
I Believe...
That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
I Believe...
That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
They just make the most of everything.
Thank you God for all the wonderful people who help Me throughout My
Journey of Life..
May The Angels of Heaven Guard You and Guide You
As They Did With Me
A Birth Certificate shows that we were born
A Death Certificate shows that we died.
Pictures show that we lived!
Have a seat . . . Relax . . . And read this slowly.
I Believe...
That just because two people argue,
doesn't mean they don't love each other.
And just because they don't argue,
doesn't mean they do love each other.
I Believe...
That we don't have to change friends if
we understand that friends change.
I Believe...
That no matter how good a friend is,
they're going to hurt you every once in a while
and you must forgive them for that.
I Believe...
That true friendship continues to grow,
even over the longest distance.
Same goes for true love.
I Believe...
That you can do something in an instant
that will give you heartache for life.
I Believe...
That it's taking me a long time
to become the person I want to be.
I Believe...
That you should always leave loved ones with loving words.
It may be the last time you see them.
I Believe...
That you can keep going long after you think you can't.
I Believe...
That we are responsible for what we do,
no matter how we feel.
I Believe....
That either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I Believe...
That heroes are the people who do what has to be done
when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I Believe...
That money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I Believe...
That my best friend and I can do anything,
or nothing, and have the best time.
I Believe...
That sometimes the people you expect to kick you When you're down,
will be the ones to help you get back up.
I Believe...
That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry,
but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
I Believe...
That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had,
and what you've learned from them.....and less to do with how many
birthdays you've celebrated.
I Believe...
That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I Believe...
That no matter how bad your heart is broken,
the world doesn't stop for your grief.
I Believe...
That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are,
but we are responsible for who we become.
I Believe...
That you shouldn't be so eager to find
out a secret. It could change your life Forever.
I Believe...
Two people can look at the exact same
thing and see something totally different.
I Believe...
That your life can be changed in a matter of
hours by people who don't even know you.
I Believe...
That even when you think you have no more to give,
if a friend cries out to you........
you will find the strength to help.
I Believe...
That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
I Believe...
That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
They just make the most of everything.
Thank you God for all the wonderful people who help Me throughout My
Journey of Life..
May The Angels of Heaven Guard You and Guide You
As They Did With Me
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Please visit my Newly Tuned-up blog
My good friend and co-worker's son Shawn Baird is exceptionally quick with the computer. I feel that he has done wondrous things in the organization of my www.skegley.blogspot.com blog.
Please visit it and let me know any suggestion you may have or add any comment you care to make.
Sam
Please visit it and let me know any suggestion you may have or add any comment you care to make.
Sam
Friday, January 2, 2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
The Sack Lunch- John Massey
----- Original Message -----
From: John Massey
To: Clarence Maxwell ; Sam Kegley ; Rita Anderson ; Max & Jane Correll ; George/Mary Hubbard ; Tom/Pat Blubaugh
Sent: 2008-12-31 15:23
Subject: Fw: Fw: Sack Lunches]
John & Yvette Massey
1988 Marblecliff Crossing Court, Columbus, Ohio 43204-4966.
Telephone: 614-486-7102; E-mail: .
--- On Wed, 12/24/08, Louise Bourassa
---
The Sack Lunches
I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read Perhaps I will get a short nap,' I thought.
Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation. 'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.
'Petawawa. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Afghanistan .ʼ
After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time...
As I reached for my wallet, I overheard soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch.
'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base '
His friend agreed.
I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.'
She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best - beef or chicken?'
'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked.
She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. 'This is your thanks.'
After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room.
A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars.
Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, and said, 'I want to shake your hand.'
Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.
Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.'
Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals.
It seemed so little...
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to ' Canada for an amount of 'up to and including my life.'
That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.
May God give you the strength and courage to pass this along to everyone on your email buddy list....
I JUST DID!
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