why is it that sometimes i'm gangbusters, can get everything done, go,go,go; multitasking maniac who on the downside of getting things done can't relax for beans. And then at other times everywhere i look i see work and i just practice avoidance-doing anything but addressing the task at hand. Instead of prioritizing i just flit from thing to thing - like as long as i keep moving it means i'm gettting something done, doesn't it? ok, just humor me please,cause it sure doesn't look like i did a damn think today, but i swear I never sat down.
Driven vs. Overwhelmed
why is it that sometimes i'm gangbusters, can get everything done, go,go,go; multitasking maniac who on the downside of getting things done can't relax for beans. And then at other times everywhere i look i see work and i just practice avoidance-doing anything but addressing the task at hand. Instead of prioritizing i just flit from thing to thing - like as long as i keep moving it means i'm gettting something done, doesn't it? ok, just humor me please,cause it sure doesn't look like i did a damn think today, but i swear I never sat down.
Joke Friday
Subject: 59 and Pregnant
A woman went to the doctor's office, where she was seen by a young, new doctor. After about 4 minutes in the examination room, the doctor told her she was pregnant. She burst out, screaming as she ran down the hall. An older doctor stopped her and asked what the problem was, and she told him her story. After listening, he had her sit down and relax in another room. The doctor marched down the hallway to the back where the first doctor was and demanded, "What's the matter with you? Mrs. Terry is 59 years old, she has four grown children and seven grandchildren, and you told her she was pregnant?" The new doctor continued to write on his clipboard and without looking up said,
"Does she still have the hiccups?"
Insomnia
This post was written on May 25, 2006- almost exactly a yr. ago and even tho i've been sleeping better lately, with the help of a mother's little helper, faced with the choice of delete or post, I thought i'd post it anyway.
Recent thoughts on insomnia and bloggers
It seems to me that a fair share of the bloggers that i like and frequent have one of the same problems as me - Insomnia. It got me to thinking: what causes it, are there predispostions to it? Some of my reasons for it are"
Worry - some unresolved problem/conflict always ready and waiting to jump in at a moments notice.
We just plain Think too much - so as soon as a glimmer of consciousness appears our thought processes jump into gear. I sometimes find myself thinking as i get up to go to the bathroom or tend the aging/wailing cat who wants food or me in the middle of the nite - i find myself thinking - just go to the bathroom and get right back to sleep. tyring to will my mind back into unconsciousness.
The creative juices decide to flow in the middle of the night/never in the middle of a blank page; such as an idea for a blog post.
Procratination( perhaps a distant cousin to insomnia?) That list starts playing - all those things you didn't check off on your to do list.
What's your take on this??
Full Moon
R. Laban
( No time to post, but since i like this picture so much I decided to post this unedited rant from 2 wks ago)
Working title: Sleeplessnes take one hundred and fifty-two.......
Tonite,it was the damn, annoying, cough. But when I tried to ignore it, i started hacking from the dry feeling and reached for the water, then for the cough drops(which i live on. Tonite i got panicky in the car ,with the family, on the way to the restaurant because when i reached in my purse to see if i had any at first I didn't think i did, then i realized i did, big sigh of relief as I chewed my Tums that I did remember to grab on the way out the door.) But now no cough drop on the nite stand! Then I notice, as i head for the bathroom because now that i'm awake i'm aware that i need to, that I'm kinda sweaty(nothing out of the ordinary for me(I'm not mentioning that dirty word tho), ok where was I ( now i'm even lost in this run-on record breaker).
Ok so back to bed i go, realizing full well that I'm wide awake and already thinking about writing this as well as other draft material. But I'm choosing to ignore the pull of this dang internets(as our illustrious(idiot) presi(nope not gonna go there). Am I breaking any Guiness records for rambling yet?(I'm sure when i reread this it will remind me of one of my college papers on speed - and those were in long hand! you didn't pull out the typewriter till the final draft - maybe that was a good thing). Am I overdosing on cough syrup yet? Nope, because then i would be asleep. (*Note to self - don't be so cheap, go to walmart and buy that exspensive Delsum cough syrup instead of comparing the labels/ingredients and price and buying the store brand or better yet go to the walk in urgent care clinic($20 co-pay to go tell the doc what i need since i've already researced it on Web MD - hey can he be my primary - he's always availabe, unlike when i call and I'm offered an appt. 2 months from now. maybe i can get a script for the good cough medicine and some nasal spray for the damn post nasal drip that is causing it!
ok back to our regularly scheculed program of me bitchin and moanin. So i get up and go downstair to refill the water and turn off a light in the kitchen and put the kitchen nite lite on
When turning off the lights in the kitchen I noticed it was still pretty bright, so when i passed thru the dining room i went over to the window to find the moon and yup (full).
Ok I thought there was a point to this story but i see it's like my college paper on drugs, not worth editing, just start over in the morning.
Joke Friday
Some tips for Retirement planning from an expert in the
industry:
If you had purchased $1000.00 of Nortel stock three years ago,it would now be worth $49.00.
With Enron, you would have had $16.50 left of the original
$1000.00.
WorldCom, you would have less than $5.00 left.
But if over the last three years you had purchased $1000.00
worth of beer, drank all the beer, then returned the cans or
bottles for your refund you would have $614.00.
So based on the above, the best current investment advice is to drink beer and recycle.
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Tag you're it
I was tagged by Matt,over at Faith & Family, to list eight random things about myself. Before I actually complete my list, I'm required to list the following rules:
I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
I like the categories of random things that Matt picked for his list, so I think I'll just stick with those.
Food: A bagel for breakfast, pizza for lunch and pasta for dinner and a salad(preferably Greek or with some cheese in it.)
Family: Married for 15 years! with a wonderful son!! and Jackson(3yr.old black lab).
Exercise: Yardwork,housework and walking the dog.
Profession: Ophthalmic technician for 20 yrs!! and bartender previous to & during that for an equal amount of time. remember they overlapped, but i did start working at 14 (camp counselor).
Obsession: hmm ... Renovating my house. Basically rebuilt it while living in it the past 6 yrs. roof, windows and siding, side steps/entry, front steps/stone wall, kitchen/dining room, both bathrooms, sunroom/family room and new mantel and crown molding for the living room, oh, and paint of course. Now I want to refinish the basement and replace the bulkhead with a walkout structure and new deck, finish landscaping front and back and we also need a new heating system( might as well do AC too, right? what bank can i rob?
Faith: Jewish by birth and raising my son in that faith but secretly Zen buddhistish.
Ailments: Just recovered from 3 yrs. of tendonitis(elbow) and bursitis(shoulder). knocking wood. Currently suffering from ? GERD - seeing a gastroenteroligist tmrrw. i'm sure i'll be posting on that. And just getting over the longest cold (upper respitory infection) on record or i have allergies.
Games: Pool,Bid whist, Scrabble, backgammon.
Oh and the rulebreaker isn't tagging 8 people as is stated in the rules but just asking any & all takers to leave a link in comments if you decide to join in.
Mother's Day
Minus: Food shopping
card shopping
last minute flower shopping
no card or call from stepdaughter
yet another school project - when is school out?
words with son/don't use that tone of voice on me
Plus: Went out for breakfast - didn't have to cook or clean up
Didn't break a sweat - didn't do too much
Walked the dog
Didn't have to cook dinner/yummy key lime pie for dessert
nice card & present from son
kiss goodnite from son
Joke Friday
(not my sentiments but very funny)
Sleeping Beauty, Tom Thumb, and Quasimodo were all talking one day.
Sleeping Beauty said, "I believe myself to be the most beautiful girl
in the world."
Tom Thumb said, "I must be the smallest person in the world."
Quasimodo said, "I absolutely have to be the most disgusting person in the world."
So they all decided to go to the Guinness Book of World Records to
have their claims verified.
Sleeping Beauty went in first and came out looking deliriously happy.
"It's official, I AM the most beautiful girl in the world."
Tom Thumb went next and emerged triumphant, "I am now officially the
smallest person in the world."
Sometime later, Quasimodo comes out looking utterly confused and
says."Who the hell is Rosie O'Donnell ?
Joke Friday
Joke of the Day - A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
This is how is manifests itself:
I decide to wash my car. As I start toward to the garage, I notice
that there is mail on the hall table. I decide to go through the
mail before I wash the car.
I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the trash
can under the table, and notice that the trash can is full.
So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the
trash first, but then I think that since I’m going to be near the
mailbox when I take out the trash anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.
I take my checkbook off the table and see that there is only one check
left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, o I go to my
desk where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking. I’m going
to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I
don’t accidentally knock it over.
I see that the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the
refrigerator to keep it cold.
As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the
counter catches my eye–they need to be watered.
I set the Coke down on the counter and I discover my reading
glasses that I’ve been searching for all morning.
I decide I’d better put them back on my desk, but first I’m going to
water the flowers.
I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water,
and suddenly I spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.
I realize that tonight, when we go to watch TV, we will be looking for
the remote, but nobody will remember that it’s on the kitchen table, so
I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I’ll
water the flowers.
I splash some water on the flowers, but most of it spills on the floor.
So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe up
the spill.
Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.
At the end of the day; the car isn’t washed, the bills aren’t paid,
there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter, the flowers aren’t
watered, there is still only one check in my checkbook,
I can’t find the remote, I can’t find my glasses, and I don’t remember
what I did with the car keys.
Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I’m really
baffled because I know I was busy all day long and I’m really tired. I
realize this is a serious problem, and I’ll try to get some help for it,
but first I’ll check my e-mail.
ten weird things/habits about yourself
(ah these drafts do come in handy. Anne (Dakato Blue Eyes) over at What's on my mind tagged me for this meme and i just discovered that it was a saved draft from Aug '06 when some other nice person must've tagged me.)
1) I have what I've heard called a Transition problem or in plain English, i can't get out of my own way. I invariable have to come back in the house at least once for something I've forgotten. Forget it when I have to pack for a trip.( I have dreams about forgetting things - usually my hair products and make up).
2) I hate dinner time unless we are eating out. I wait to the last minute to even think about it then just go into panic mode and usually order take out.
3) I clean house ADD style, jumping from room to room, floor to floor - it never looks like i did anything.
4) I hate to fly. I used to just have copious cocktails at the Airport bar, but then they kinda frown at children sitting at the bar.
5) I hate to food shop. I rarely have a list or even look to see what we need. I just kind of wing it and when I can't stand being in the store anymore I just leave. Hence I shop several times a week- and hence the take out.
6)I love to dream (cept for the nightmares), just hate to sleep.
7) world class procrastinator and time waster.
8) I like dancing around the house. (old dancing queens die hard)
9) I never finish projects. (just start a new one)
10) Prince charming grown up blues: even tho i know he doesn't exist, I'm still hoping he'll come take me away from all this. (yes probably the weirdest of them all since i'm married).
Tagging any & all takers, just leave a link in comments.
Joke Friday
Butch the rooster,
John the farmer was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young layers (hens), called "pullets" and eight or ten roosters, whose job was to fertilize the eggs.
The farmer kept records and any rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot and was replaced. That took an awful lot of his time so he bought a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone so John could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells.
The farmer's favorite rooster was old Butch, and a very fine specimen he was, too. But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung at all! John went to investigate.
The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover. But to Farmer John's amazement, Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one. John was so proud of Butch, he entered him in the Boone County Fair and Butch became an overnight sensation among the judges.
The result...
The judges not only awarded Butch the No Bell Piece Prize but they also awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well. Clearly Butch was a politician in the making: who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and screwing them when they weren't paying attention.
American Idol
I stopped watching the show this year, was bored/sick of it, no one appealed to me, seemed talented, was growing tired of the judges - always the same. Then the other night my 13 yr. old who had also stopped watching it had it on, told me Bono was going to be on ( our favorite). And there was Ben Stiller being Ben Stiller ( very funny) and Ellen and House(love him!) and countless other celebs. But then the piece de la resistance- the African Childrens Choir ( what happy smiling faces and beautiful voices). The film clips of the orphans and sick mothers was extremely moving. My son was moved as well, he said to me, maybe I should donate my 200 dollars ( the money he has saved for a Kayak); but i told him that i would go to the website and donate with my credit card. The next morning he asked me if I had. I did but still feel like we should do more. If you can Please go here and help save children in poverty in the US(Katrina flood victims) and Africa(orphans/some with HIV or Malaria.)
Thank you.
Hero
(similar but different - more about the holocaust survivor that gave his life. I decided to post this because of when looking up some of the site meter info I came upon this hateful/horrid/antisemtic site with multiply comments that left me with a very bad feeling.The last article of the three makes some interesting points about the VT massacre, violence and evil.)
BY CRUEL FATE, A SURVIVOR DIES A HERO
Gabrielle Birkner
New York Sun, April 18, 2007
In a cruel twist of fate, an engineering lecturer who survived the Holocaust and fled communist Romania was shot dead Monday morning during the massacre that killed 32 at Virginia Tech.
Witnesses have said Liviu Librescu, 76, died trying to keep the gunman out of his second-floor classroom and that his efforts may have saved the lives of some of his students, whom he encouraged to escape through the windows. "He certainly showed his true character trying to protect the kids," an engineering professor at Virginia Tech, Joseph Schetz, told The New York Sun. "I'm not surprised by what he did. He was a people person." A makeshift shrine with flowers and a photograph of Librescu was set up on the Blacksburg, Va., campus yesterday.
Librescu was one of two Virginia Tech faculty members who were killed when a 23-year-old student from South Korea, Cho Seung-Hui, went on a shooting rampage in a dormitory, West Ambler Johnston Hall, and in classrooms at Norris Hall. The head of the engineering science and mechanics department, Ishwar Puri, said of Librescu: "He was an exceptionally tolerant man who mentored scholars from all over our troubled world."
Librescu survived the Holocaust in a labor camp in Transnistria and in a Jewish ghetto in Focsani, Romania. After World War II, he studied in Romania, earning degrees in aeronautical engineering and a doctorate in fluid mechanics. He worked for the state aerospace agency but faced roadblocks in Romania because he refused to pledge allegiance to the communist regime of Nicolae Ceausescu.
After Prime Minister Begin of Israel intervened on behalf of Jews living in Romania, Librescu and his family were allowed to immigrate to Israel in 1978. There he worked at Israeli universities before taking what was to be a sabbatical year at Virginia Tech more than 20 years ago. He instead decided to put down roots.
An engineering professor at Virginia Tech who had known Librescu for about two decades, Rakesh Kapania, said his colleague "was not known to speak about his past." In an interview, Mr. Kapania said Librescu was a "good teacher" and a "kind-hearted person" who would be missed by his colleagues and students. A longtime lecturer at the university, Librescu was teaching a class this semester in solid mechanics. He was a frequent contributor to academic journals and was to deliver the keynote lecture at a scientific conference in Taipei, Taiwan, in June.
"I know he did very good research," an engineering professor at Virginia Tech, Mayuresh Patil, said. "You can look at his list of publications. He was very prolific." Mr. Patil, 33, said Librecu was well-liked by his younger colleagues because he was supportive of their research but never patronizing. "He was a well-known, well-respected guy," Mr. Patil, who first met Librescu about 10 years ago, said.
Librescu is survived by his wife, Marlena Librescu, and two sons, Arieh Librescu and Joseph Librescu. "I lost my best friend," Mrs. Librescu said yesterday. "He was a great person who loved teaching more than anything." Librescu will be buried in Israel.
PROFESSOR’S VIOLENT DEATH CAME WHERE HE SOUGHT PEACE
Colin Moynihan
New York Times, April 19, 2007
Prof. Liviu Librescu faced many trials in his 76 years, growing up and living in Romania. There were the Nazis, who imprisoned his family when he was a child. Then there was the totalitarian regime of Nicolae Ceausescu, which forbade him from working when he refused to join the Communist Party.
But it was a trial in a most unlikely place that proved to be deadly. On Monday, Professor Librescu faced danger when a student armed with pistols and the determination to kill approached the room where the professor was teaching a class in solid mechanics.
Professor Librescu never moved from the door of Room 204 in Norris Hall at Virginia Tech, witnesses said, even as the gunman, Cho Seung-Hui, was shooting. Directing his students to escape through windows, Professor Librescu was fatally shot.
Yesterday, a funeral was held for the professor in the Borough Park section of Brooklyn. Professor Librescu’s body was taken there by Chesed Shel Emes, a Jewish organization that specializes in helping people in times of trauma, said Rabbi Edgar Gluck, a member of the group, who said that the professor had been struck by five bullets. The professor’s body was to be flown to Israel last night and he will be buried before sundown today in Raanana, near Tel Aviv, Rabbi Gluck said.
About 300 people showed up at the Shomrei Hachomos, an Orthodox chapel. They arrived to recognize a remarkable, resilient life and an act of courage that ended that life. “This was a man who gave his ultimate for his fellow man,” Assemblyman Dov Hikind of Brooklyn told the mourners. “He gave his life for his students.”
In Blacksburg, Va., one of those students, Caroline Merrey, 22, described some of the chaos that unfolded inside Room 204. “We had heard the gunfire coming from the classroom behind us, and we just reacted to it and headed for the windows,” Ms. Merrey said. “Professor Librescu never made an attempt to leave.” Ms. Merrey said she and about 20 other students scrambled through the windows as Professor Librescu shouted for them to hurry. She said she felt sure his actions helped save lives.
“He’s a part of my life now and forever,” she said. “I’m changed. I’m not the person I was before Monday.”
Speaking to a reporter by telephone from Israel, Professor Librescu’s son, Yossi Librescu, 40, a computer engineer, said he took some solace in the appreciation being expressed for his father. “He was passionate about life,” Mr. Librescu said. “He had no fear of death.”
He said that his father was born in Romania in 1930. After surviving the Holocaust, Mr. Librescu said, his father became a refusenik in Romania and lost his job as an aerospace engineer. But in 1976, Liviu Librescu secretly published a book in Norway that advanced a theory of aerospace technology that grabbed the attention of others in the field. In 1978, after lobbying by groups in Israel, he was permitted to leave Romania and settle there. He began teaching at Virginia Tech in 1985, university officials said.
Mr. Librescu said that the bucolic environs of Blacksburg provided a respite from the rigors of his father’s earlier life. His house was built on the edge of a forest and he took long walks daily, enjoying nature. He listened to classical music and settled into the calm, productive rhythms of his new existence. “He found Virginia to be a place that allowed him to be inspired,” Mr. Librescu said.
Professor Librescu’s coffin, draped in black cloth, was wheeled into the chapel just after 2 p.m. Mr. Hikind spoke briefly and another man sang a sad lament in Hebrew. At 2:18, several men lifted the coffin to their shoulders and carried it outside.
The professor’s wife, Marlena, stood outside and spoke about her husband. “His life was only his family and his students,” Ms. Librescu said. “Everybody told me he was like a father.”
Down the block, men dressed in black marched toward New Utrecht Avenue, carrying the coffin. As the N train screeched overhead, the words of the Kaddish were recited.
“He was always, always helping,” Ms. Librescu said. “But he was not able to help himself.”
NO POLICY CAN OUTWIT THE GRIM REAPER
David Frum
Daily Telegraph, April 18, 2007
A quiet spring day on a rural campus—then suddenly shots, shouting, chaos, death. Our minds cannot absorb such fathomless violence. We need to impose order on it, find explanations. And so, within minutes of the mass murder at Virginia Tech University, a great conversation erupted as Americans—and the rest of the world—tried to make sense of the senseless.
It was a classic American crime: an angry loner, enraged by the failure of a love affair, turns his anger on the world around him. Think of John Muhammad, the Washington sniper of 2001; John Hinckley, the would-be assassin of Ronald Reagan; Charles Whitman, the clocktower killer at the University of Texas, whose 1966 rampage was until this week the deadliest campus crime in US history.
Such stories are too random and terrifying for the mind to absorb. So, instead, we attempt to squeeze these crimes into our pre-existing categories and use them to advance our ideological agendas and thereby apportion blame. In the hours since Monday's attacks, three such categories have been presented to the American public.
The one probably most familiar to British audiences attributes killings such as those at Virginia Tech to the easy availability of firearms in the US. There is some truth in this. The murderer, Cho Seung-Hui, appears to have legally purchased a Glock 9mm automatic pistol shortly before the attack. Had it been more difficult to buy such a weapon, perhaps his crime could have been prevented—or at least rendered less lethal.
There is also an element of plausibility to the second explanation—the feminist one. Even in countries where guns are difficult to obtain, male sexual jealousy does daily, deadly damage. The British Home Office contends that domestic violence kills more young women worldwide than war, cancer and motor vehicle accidents.
Then there's the third and final explanation—immigration. Seung-Hui was a Korean-born resident alien. Aliens increasingly drive the US crime problem: about one third of California's prison population is first- or second-generation immigrant, as is 29 per cent of the federal prison population. Salvadoran and other Central American gangs commit the worst violence in many American cities. The finger of blame is easily pointed.
So which shall we blame? Guns? The male psyche? Immigration? None of the above? Or some of all of the above?…
[But] why are we blaming anything or anyone for this crime other than the criminal himself?
Crime can be reduced. Since 1990, the number of homicides in the US has been cut from almost 25,000 a year to about 15,000. Schools have launched programmes to predict potentially violent students. Some require transparent backpacks, and others have instituted sophisticated psychological profiling. All will pounce on any student joke about copy-catting Columbine. Meanwhile, many local police departments have attempted to modernise their tactics.
America will try to learn lessons from this latest tragedy too. But there is no escaping the hardest lesson: that death lies waiting around the corner for us all. No public policy can rescue us from that grim human fact—or the equally fearful obligation to walk with courage under the burden of the reality of evil.
Not a joke friday
READ THIS. LET IT REALLY SINK IN. THEN CHOOSE.
John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"
He was a natural motivator.
If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, "I don't get it!
You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"
He replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or ... you can choose to be in a bad mood.
I choose to be in a good mood."
Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or...I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.
Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or... I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.
"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.
"Yes, it is," he said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood.
You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live your life."
I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.
Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.
After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.
I saw him about six months after the accident.
When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins Wanna see my scars?"
I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.
"The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter," he replied. "Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or...I could choose to die. I chose to live."
"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.
He continued, "..the paramedics were great.
They kept telling me I was going to be fine.But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'. I knew I needed to take action."
"What did you do?" I asked.
"Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me," said John. "She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes, I replied.' The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity'."
Over their laughter, I told them, "I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."
He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude... I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.
Attitude, after all, is everything.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34.
After all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.
Just Awful
(Someone sent this to me in an email. My heart goes out to the families of those killed and hurt.)
Holocaust survivor killed in Virginia massacre
One of victims in Virginia Tech shooting rampage Monday is Prof Liviu Librescu, senior researcher at university. Librescu was killed after he stayed behind his class to block door and protect students. Massacre claimed lives of 32 people. Prof Librescu and his wife are both Holocaust survivors who immigrated to Israel from Romania in 1978.
WASHINGTON – Prof Liviu Librescu, a senior researcher and lecturer at Virginia Tech, is among the 32 people who were killed during a shooting rampage at the university Monday.
His wife, Marlina, and two sons, Arieh and Joe, have already begun making arrangements for his burial in Israel.
One of Prof Librescu's students, Alec Calhoun, who was with him at the classroom when the shooting started, told AP that at about 9:05 am, he and classmates heard "a thunderous sound from the classroom next door, what sounded like an enormous hammer."
When students realized the sounds were gunshots, Calhoun said, they started flipping over desks for hiding places. Others dashed to the windows of the second-floor classroom, kicking out the screens and jumping from the ledge of the room.
Calhoun said that just before he climbed out the window, he turned to look at the professor (Librescu), who had stayed behind to block the door.
Librescu's wife drove him to work on Monday, and he was killed about an hour later. His daughter-in-law Ayala, who is married to his son, Joe, told Ynet: "I heard he blocked the door of the classroom he was teaching… he must have realized that the murderer was approaching. He saved his students and was killed by gunshots."
"He has been teaching there for 20 years, and was a senior, world-renowned lecturer. He is the professor with the highest number of publications in the history of Virginia Tech. In the past, he taught at Tel Aviv University and the Technion," she added.
Ayala said that her father-in-law was passionate about his research and a dedicated family man.
A true gentleman
Prof Librescu and his wife are both Holocaust survivors who immigrated to Israel from Romania in 1978.
Librescu was an accomplished scientist in Romania, and the Communist regime had tried to prevent him from making aliyah to Israel. He was allowed to leave the country only after the Israeli prime minister at the time Menachem Begin appealed the matter to President Nicolae Ceausescu.
Several years later, Librescu left for a sabbatical in the United States and has remained there since. His first son, Arieh, lives in Israel, while his other son, Joe, resides in the US. "I understand from friends that my father was a hero," the son Joe told Ynet. "In fact, by blocking the door with his body he saved all the students who were in the classroom."
Joe said that his parents were very happy in the United States, where they have been living since 1984. "He and my mom led a simple life, at a pastoral place in West Virginia, between hills and mountains, and he loved the school in which he taught."
"He is scientist who did not work for money, but for the pleasure he got from his occupation," he added.
Mariah
I woke,like i usually do, in the middle of the night. Sometimes it's because I'm hot and have to throw the blankets off (curses to menopause), other times to go to the bathroom (curses to my aging bladder),or i've woken because of my new ailments: pain in my arm or discomfort of my ? reflux problem ( damn stress and infirmity) and other times its my damn mind - i just start thinking.
Tonite it was all of the above. I woke up, threw off the down comforter, went to the bathroom, went to lie back down and felt the annoying feeling in my throat and started thinking.
I noticed the light on the clock next to my bed was flashing and from the hallway I noticed a light on downstairs and wondered what light had been left on. I thought it was a light in the living room but when i went down there i saw that the light was coming from the sunroom, which was odd because the french doors were closed and we don't really use that room in the winter. My son & I had been out at the Yom Ha-Shoah ceremony and come up here to the den after eating our subs at the kitchen island. When my husband came home from work, he also came up here to the smallest room in the house and the one most used. I opened the doors and shut it off and proceeded to the kitchen to let the dog out who now thought it was time to get up and get fed. I reset the flashing clocks on the stove and microwave and went back up after feeding puppy of course. Then I got back in bed and realized the futility of my actually sleeping, so i came in the den to write down some of the ideas flashing through my head.
This post was supposed to be about the hour i spent lying in bed, before i got up, listening to the wind.