Oh Say Can You See?

boys-with-flag-2-375x281As I sat at my desk today, a note on my calendar caught my eye.  It was a reminder that my dad, survivor of 3 1/2 years as a prisoner of war, died eight years ago.

Under the note was a URL.  When I typed it into my browser it brought up this picture and a forgotten post.  

Internet Trolls

trollWith every word we say and write we need to ask a simple question, “What affect will my words have on the person hearing or reading them?” Unfortunately the Internet has been trending toward a world inhabited with trolls.  Yahbutts, dart throwers, spear chuckers, and horse puckey peddlers abound in cyberspace.  How do you deal with these discouraging encounters?  How do you know if you are one?  Read on.

It’s All About Perspective

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What you see in this picture depends totally on perspective!

Someone wrote “When I die, I want to die like my grandmother who died 
peacefully in her sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers riding in her car.” 
It’s all a matter of perspective isn’t it?

A few years ago I went on a cruise with my children and grandchildren. From my perspective it was a glorious week. My daughter had a different perspective.

What God Sees

Tween Harv n ColuIn 1984 I learned to fly. It was a way to bring my family to my speaking engagements without having to buy expensive airline tickets for each person. It soon became much more than that. Flying got in my blood. There is nothing on earth as exhilarating as viewing earth from above. This flight was resplendent with unique cloud formations, a rouge rainbow, and a perspective of earth not available to those with their feet planted in the grass. Here are a few examples of what I saw.

A Tribute to My Dad, a POW, and a Veteran of Two very Different Wars

Me and my Dad

Today I honor the Veteran I loved the most by remembering my Father’s last battle and his ultimate Victory.  My Dad was a survivor of the Bataan Death March, the survivor of three and a half years as a prisoner of war, and the ulimate survivor of a five year battle with Alzheimer’s disease.

Several years ago a very public man suggested that those who face this last and most cruel battle are “Really not here.”  At the time I was compelled to respond in rebuttal because to remain silent, would be a disservice to my family and my father.  This adaptation of that post is not a rebuttal.  It is my tribute to my dad.  A man who suffered so profoundly for our freedom. Who deserved my respect and love even in his worst hours of suffering.

My dad admires my watch.

My dad went to heaven after suffering from Alzheimer’s for over five years.  In the end he recognized no one, and could carry on no meaningful conversation.  His every need had to be taken care of by others.   He spent much time staring blankly into space.  But he mattered.