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By Gail Kiracofe:
Khizr Kahn, Muslim father of U.S. Army Capt. Humayun S. M. Khan who died fighting in Iraq, saw his son’s sacrifice, as well as his family’s, in the first definition of the word sacrifice:
1. To give up somebody or something valued in exchange for somebody or something else that is considered more important or valuable.*
called personal responsibilty
OK, we’ve all been waiting breathlessly for Congress to change the gun-control laws in order to make America safer. My lungs are about to collapse, aren’t yours? I was sure they’d take some action after Orlando, but the votes are in, and guess what? NADA.
So, how about looking at the problem from a whole different perspective? One that takes away the need for laws and court hearings and the involvement of governmental agencies.
credit where credit is due
Of course. Why didn’t I see this before? It’s as plain as the nose on your face and becoming clearer every day.
Didn’t we all smirk when ‘the Donald’ stated that he’d get Mexico to pay for the wall to keep their people from crossing into our country illegally?
When the President of Mexico replied with a firm, “Huh-uh, not on your life,” we agreed, declaring, “And you shouldn’t”!
pas d'armes autorisées
OK then, Canada it is. I’ve been looking for a country to move to in case Donald Trump gets elected president. That country’s decision to not only take in some of the flood of migrants from Mid-Eastern countries but to welcome them warmly helped me make up my mind.
Or I might go ahead and move there anyway. When a Christian school urges its students to arm themselves and gun sales nationwide are higher than ever, when mass shootings are everyday…
“Everywhere I go I see an American flag. I don’t understand that. You hardly ever see a British flag flying anyplace in the UK.”
That from a member of my writers group, a transplanted Brit, in this country now for ten years or so. Sorry to say, it took my aging brain a few hours to compose a response. But now I have and here it is: We Americans are proud of our flag…
Happy, Beautiful Children
It was upon hearing that one of the little girls killed at Sandy Hook Elementary School had loved being a Daisy Girl Scout that my heart finally shattered completely. Only one half of the troop survived, the report said. Until then I’d only cried, “Jesus, Jesus, why?”; soaked boxes of tissues, and watched in horror as the story unfolded on TV.
I’d spent a lifetime working for the Girl Scouts, had been there when Daisies were added to the age levels, even questioning if girls younger than Brownies could benefit from the programs. But this little girl had loved the Daisies.
A Case Against War
I’ve never written much about Walt, yet he was the center of my life for more than 20 years. We met in college where the GI Bill made him the gift of an education following WWII. He seemed a happy-go-lucky guy. A cute red-head; attractive and funny, he was the son of an insurance salesman and a stay-at-home mom. They were staunch members of the Methodist church where as a teen-ager Walt played piano for evening services … until his dad yanked him from the bench as he plonked out “What a Friend We Have in Jesus” with a boogie base. In college he majored in Business Administration with an eye toward going in with his buddy whose family owned the local lumber yard.
General John Shalikashvili, retired Army General and former Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, died this week. I had occasion to meet the General once, then a Lieutenant General, at the Pentagon where I went to be interviewed by him for the job of Director of the North Atlantic Girl Scouts. At the time he was commander of all U. S. forces in Europe, and had the task of selecting the leader for the Girl Scout component that organized troops and programs for military dependents in that sector.
My brother is being encouraged by his youngest son to “take up golf”. He, at 83 a life-long non-athlete, is considering the suggestion. While he ponders the idea, I’ll tell you about my experiences with the sport. Or is it a game? I’m never sure.
We were living on the Marine base in Albany, GA. when I signed up for a beginners’ class for officers’ wives at the golf course located right on the base.