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My tear-jerker flick for today |
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Wednesday, 09 January 2008 |
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I know they always talk about women watching these "Chick flics" that are real tear jerkers and all that.
But, there are a few movies that get this dude weepy too.
Can't remember them right now but when I see them, Wahhhh!!!!
One was on TV today, "Armageddon".
I used to hate the flic because like It was scary and I had a thing about death.
Past that now and mind you it is really cool with the effects and all the stars in it.
Steve Buscemi is awesome!
Anyway get top the point Hindy.
The point that get's me going is near the end when Harry yanks A.J.'s air hose and shoves him back in the shuttle lift. A.J. lost the draw of straws to stay and manually set of the bomb to split the asteroid. That's the prelude.
Then Harry gets on the com with NASA and tells Gracie, his daughter that he has to break his promise about coming home and the emotional dialog following. Then he logs off detonates the bomb and saves the planet.
During that conversation the tears just roll down my face and I think about my kids and what if I had to leave them.
Ok, Just felt I needed to share that.
Happy thoughts Bob!
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Thanksgiving Wishes |
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Wednesday, 21 November 2007 |
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I want to take a moment and seriously wish all of you a very Happy Thanksgiving!
 What am I Thankful for this year? Many things, good health, good friends and Gods blessings that never end. I am Thankful for my Daughter Sarah coming to live with me and for her graduating this year.I am thankful that she has found a job and that she is doing so well and that she is becoming her own woman and driving past the demons in her past. I am Thankful for my other daughter Laura and the positive steps she has taken forward in life. For her attaining a goal that few have in Venturing. I am thankful for the gorgeous little girl who calls me Pop-pop! I am thankful for my Son Tim and daughter Rachel who are the best and make their Dad very proud and who love me unconditionally. I am thankful for my awesome father, who is my HERO and always will be. For the sacrifices he’s made for me and his selflessness and heart that bleeds for others in need, particularly our Native American brothers and sisters. I am thankful for the “Be careful’s he still says every time I leave the house even though I am 44. I am thankful for my wonderful sister who is the sane one in the family and counteracts my Dad and I’s insanity. I am thankful for the continuing opportunities I have to travel and the beauty of this country of ours.I am thankful for my job and being able to make my bills and be able to eat when I desire. I am thankful for the roof over my head. I am very very Thankful for those Men and Women who go to the darkest places in the world to protect my freedoms and those of others in need. To those who stand ready on the Homefront not knowing when the call for action will come. To those who serve on our waters protecting our coasts and riverways and whom strive to keep them safe and hazard free. Genuine Hero’s all of them.To those who have given their “ALL” for their country and fellow man. I am thankful to have the honor to use my motorcycle as a member of the Patriot Guard Riders to honor those who have fallen, to escort them and let them know how much we care and love them as they are deployed throughout the world and to give them the hero’s welcome they so richly deserve once their tours are finished. I am Thankful for Travis Howell, Sean Glass, Travis Cloke, Edward Batykefer and Rachelle and Nathan Wolff for their service to this country. I am Thankful for my friends here online, at Church, in the Patriot Guard Riders, in the Venturing Program and across the country. I will be spending part of my day tomorrow in Philadelphia collecting canned food in the Thanksgiving Day Parade which goes to local food banks. As I collect those cans year after year the realization of why we do it becomes more and more crystal. And like the times in the rain and dark and many hours riding or waiting when we ride our Patriot Guard missions, the sharing of my time to make someone elses life just a iota better is worth it, no if, ands or buts! I asked you all to take a moment tomorrow and think of or pray for those who’s Thanksgiving is on the street, or in a barracks or foxhole, in a battered women’s shelter or in a Veteran’s hospital or any hospital or a convalescent home.When taking all these things into consideration I have recourse but to be thankful for all that I am and have.Have a blessed Thanksgiving my friends and much love to you all!Bob “Hindy” Hinderliter |
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My daughter Laura earns her Venturing Silver Award!!!! : ) |
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Wednesday, 24 October 2007 |
Just wanted to share with all a recent Joy in my life!!!
My daughter Laura, Mother of Maryjane, has passed her review board for her Venturing Gold and Silver Awards. Details of presentation haven't really been worked out as of yet.
 Venturing for those on my e-mail list who may not know is the co-ed program of the Boys Scouts of America. It was born out of the older "Explorer" program about 10 years ago. Advancement is an optional facet of the program.
The Silver Award is Venturings equivalent to the Boy Scouts "Eagle Scout" and the Girl Scouts "Gold Award"!
Laura joined Venturing when my friend Sue Smith and I formed Crew 5 in West Chester, PA. and then was part of starting Crew 12 in Thornton, PA. She has been a Venturer since December 2001.
She needed to earn one of 5 specialty Bronze awards to attain her Gold. Hers was the "Religious Life" Bronze through her involvment in our church and being a camp counselor at our local church summer camp.
Along the trail to Gold & Silver She had to serve in leadership positions in the crew and was secretary and president of crew 5 and then president of crew 12. She set personal goals which included serving as co-chair of the Retts fundraiser, completing certification in basic 1st aid and in CPR which prepared her for handling emergencies with her daughter and in the community.
She also engaged in a weight loss program after having Maryjane and returned to complete high school after dropping out to recieve her diploma. She planned the first annual Arctic BBQ activity of Crew 5 and helped organize crew 12. She completed two leadership training courses called JLT (Junior leader training) and VLSC (Venturing leadership skills course).
Additionally she participated in the 2007 Northeast region area 4 Quest weekend and a high adventure workshop.
I am very proud of my little girl! All this was done in the midst of becoming a mother and some interesting years following. making decisions, some bad, some good and then turning it all around.
Just look at my Grandaughter! :)
Laura is the sixth individual in our local council to attain this award in the 10 years Venturing has existed and will be recognized with the Council's 2007 Class of Eagle Scouts at the February Council recognition dinner.
I gave her a few days to tell anyone she wanted of this accomplishment (her review was saturday) so sorry hun, it's my turn now.
I'd like to thank Bill, Kerri, John, Saralyn, Anna, Bob & CJ who sat on her review board.
Sue S., Alexi B. and Laura's shift supervisor for her letters of recommendation.
Sue again for co-founding Crew 5 starting her on the Venturing path and and all those involved in the Venturing program in our council who's influence and commitment to this program made this available for Laura and made an impression on her.
My part was small and this is all her. I snuck the opportunities into the program to meet the requirements and kicked her in the Butt the last few months to "get er dun!" before she turned 21, the cut off date for completing everything.
If you choose to offer congrats please address them to laura and I will see she get's them.
Thank you all,
Hindy |
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I met a living legend this past Saturday - Frank W. Buckles |
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Monday, 24 September 2007 |
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This past Saturday I participated in a Patriot Guard Rider Special Mission to Honor and Salute Mr. Frank W. Buckles of Martinsburg WV on 9/22/2007. One of three living WW1 Veterans, at 106 years He is still sharp as a tack and in good physical shape. Frank lied about his age, enlisting in the Army at 16 y/o. He knew General "Blackjack" Pershing. During WW2 He was captured by the japanese as a POW while a civilian working for an American shipping line. He spent 3 years in captivity. he has had many other adventures during his life.
 I joined a small group of riders from Northern Delaware close to where I live in PA.We met at 4am and began our journey to martinsburg WV. The weather forecast called for great weather but around 5:30 am we ran into a 10-15 minute heavy driving rain near Bel Air MD. it subsided , we dried out and continued on our way finally arriving at the staging area at the Martinsburg VA hospital around 8:30-9:00am. After check-in and a lot of time to mingle and meet we finally mounted up. Riders representing VA, WV, MD, NJ, PA, DE and even WI were ready to go on an unfortgetable journey to honor a living legend.Frank was taken to his farm in a side car & greeted by a flagline of PGR members.A prayer and pledge of allegience followed. Presentations where made to Mr. Buckles. And David Hall caretaker and owner of the traveling Liberty Bell made a presentation about its travels around the nation for ceremonies, welcome homes & parades and the meaning behind "saluting the bell". After the presention many people stood in line to meet Mr. Buckles myself included. I shook his hand and simply stated "It's an honor to meet you sir" and rendered a hand salute. he told me it was great having all these Patriot Guard riders come out to honor him. A group picture was taken with the liberty bell and, myself included, rang, saluted and touched the Liberty BellWhat a special and unforgettable day! It was a distinct honor to meet this living legend and something I will never forget. All the time and preparation that went into this mission reaped a harvest of memories for all who participated. Thank your Mr. Buckles and Suzannah for allowing us to share a day in your lives.The following link is to an album of my Pics from the day....Enjoy! Frank W. Buckles mission albumHindy |
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There is nothing I can do about it! |
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Thursday, 08 March 2007 |
Friends!
I haven't been online here in about three days.
I have been exhausted in the task that had been laid upon me.
I did not not ask for this but it was laid upon me nonetheless.
In some ways I am a better person for it and in others I am haunted.
I was pulled into a saga I knew nothing of and became a part of their story foerever.
This is not a joke!
A part of me will never be the same.
Today, I, amongst others found a man guilty of the 1st degree murder of the mother of their five children.
The sentence of which is life imprisonment.
After the verdict was read the defendants attorney asked for a polling of the jury.
After My statement of " I do" found the defendant guilty, I filled up with emotion. I guess I took the task at hand to heart and felt for the entirety of the task at hand.
I really don't believe the defendant knows of the depth of the ripple effect his wrapping his fingers around the deceased throat has and will have on his children and those who have been involved in this case will have.
I have no ill will toward the defendant, but feel remorse for him, the family and those who will be effected by the actions of December 6th 2004. myself included.
I will never be quite the same again!
Hindy
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Tuesday, 03 October 2006 |
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Good Song!!!!! Tim McGraw
Live Like You Were Dying Lyrics: He said I was in my early forties
with a lot of life before me
when a moment came that stopped me on a dime
and I spent most of the next days
looking at the x-rays
Talking bout the options
and talking bout sweet time
I asked him when it sank in
that this might really be the real end
how's it hit you when you get that kinda news
man what'd you do and he said
I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named FuManchu
and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying. He said I was finally the husband
that most the time I wasn't
and I became a friend a friend would like to have
and all the sudden going fishin
wasn't such an imposition
and I went three times that year I lost my dad
well I finally read the good book
and I took a good long hard look
at what I'd do if I could do it all again and then
I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named FuManchu
and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying. Like tomorrow was a gift and you got eternity to think about
what'd you do with it what did you do with it
what did I do with it
what would I do with it' Sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named FuManchu
and then I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I watched an eagle as it was flying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.
To live like you were dying
To live like you were dying
To live like you were dying
To live like you were dying |
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Nickel Mines, PA shootings |
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Monday, 02 October 2006 |
Ok, first off this ain't about me!
Just venting here so read if you like or not!
Nickel Mines, PA shootings 10/2/2006
This happened today within 45 minutes from where I live. Don't take me as naive by any means that I had some strange idea that this couldn't happen here, It was only a matter of time until it hit home....unfortunately
It just freaking astounds me at the frequency of these occurences these days.
I can't even begin to fathom what drives individuals to lose it so bad that they can do these sort of things. I am sure they can.
What triggers them to break down so far that it is either OK to do these things or that they just go off like this. Kids, adults, parents, etc.
Kids walking into schools and killing other kids and adults, adults killings kids or co-workers, parents killing their children, people molesting , sexually assaulting and killing children. What the frick is that?
Columbine, Jonesboro Ark, W. Paducah KY, Red Lake MN, etc , etc, etc, on & on.
This all really hit home in 1999 when I attended the Creation Music Festival near Mt Union, PA. where Carpenter Greg Zanis had brought the Columbine crosses he built as a memorial across the country and erected them on a hillside in the middle of the festival. I remember seeing and touching them with the pictures, notes, scribblings, flowers, beads on each one. Emotions flowing.
This past summer I stumbled upon the small town of Morrow, Ohio and found a memorial in a small town park to Jessica Lunsford, a 9 year old girl who was abducted from her home in Florida, sexually abused and murdered. Her mother lives in this town. I posted a blog about it several months ago. Tragic and sad don't even touch how I felt about that.
Todays tragedy I can't begin to understand, this man, non-Amish enters a 1 room Amish school house with no apparent connection with anyone inside. Sends all the males out, and then starts shooting, execution style, leaving 2 young children and one 15-16 year old teachers aide dead, sending 7 others to 3 area hospitals fighting for their lives and then turning the gun on himself. leaving several suicide notes behind a phone call to his wife and stating something about settling a childhood grudge. Why did these un-related children have to be .....killed?
The tragedy is in the innocents who lost their lives and fight to live.
And the ones who do these things, how do I feel about them?
I don't know, everything.
And yet again we mourn.
I am out of thing to say. I added a link to a Washington Post article about todays shootings.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/10/02/AR2006100200692.html
Again this isn't about me except that I needed to vent, so I guess it is too.
Feel free to comment if you choose....or not.
This is not a debate just my feelings.
Hug and kiss your loved ones and tell them you love them!
Blessings to all,
Hindy |
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I hope you are all well tonight! |
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Monday, 11 September 2006 |
Thank you all who shared with me your thought's
and what you were doing five years ago today.
In the weeks that followed that horrific day our country was brought together in a way I had never experienced before and don't know if I will again. And if so, definately not under those conditions or anything like it.
I struggle sometimes because I feel I have an extreme depth of caring for my fellow man/woman but oft times doubt my intentions as selfish. Does that confuse you? It is a cause of distress for me at times. I feel that maybe in my caring for others so, it then makes me feel good to care about my fellow man and thus is somewhat self serving. Does that make sense?
Today has caused me to reflect on a day that has for me, like others, left an indeliable mark. Maybe it is because of all the emphasis on it being the five year anniversary but I don't recall being so broody and aware of the events of that day the past several years.
I also copied and pasted yesterdays Blog in another web community I belong to.
And my Army buddy from Ohio then passed it on through his e-mail to more people.
I came home this evening to an E-mail from his first wife who I never met but had known of when my friend and I first met. Aside from apologizing (un-necessarily) for contacting me out of the blue, she also shared her story of what she and her family were doing that day.
Then she wrote something that gave me pause. Basically she said that one day our grand children will come to us, possibly for a history assignment and ask us about that fateful day. And I thought how right she is. How over the years, Parents and Grandparents were asked, "What was it like when JFK was shot?", "What was it like when Pearl Harbor was attacked?" What do you remember about When Neil Armstrong walked on the moon?"
She suggested that I take the time to record in my words the events, thoughts, feelings and anguish on that day and the weeks that followed. It is a suggestion that merits a great deal of consideration and I will probably do just that. It will be difficult and I know tears will flow and that's OK, healing tears and loving tears and rememberance tears for those who were taken and those who remain. I have trouble reading my blog about my Mother and push through it with tears flowing and know I will do the same with this.
I hadn't planned to blog so soon, but it has been a very contemplative day.
I know better days are in store for me and there is a light at the end of the tunnel and there are good things in store for me again. And also that I should honor those who aren't with us by not dying with them but living on for them.
At lunch I stopped by the Post Office to check my mail. My pastor was there and walked out with me. A tall, man with a gentle touch whom, if I could have another father, he would be him. After a brief chat he said " I wanted to tell you that in my prayer group this morning someone brought you up in prayer, that you had been placed on their heart to pray for." Wow!
I wish you all peace and comfort on this day of rememberance
and in what ever trials or trevails you may have in your lives.
Hindy
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Sunday, 10 September 2006 |
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I REMEMBER
Needless to say that tomorrow Our nation will be remembering the events of 5 years ago and those lives that were lost.
Another day that will live on in infamy.
I have been reflecting somewhat on that day
remembering what I was doing.
I am a former employee of Pier 1 Imports and we were opening a new store minutes from my home. I was on the new store opening team and was then going to be the stockroom manager at that store, How convenient.
We were going about our business when we get a phone call saying a plane had flown into the World Trade Center and it was all over the news. We did have a TV/VCR combo in the breakroom but it was for training tapes for employees and had no Antenna. I managed to find some wire and hooked up a makeshift antenna and got the set on.
We watched over and over as they showed the first jet strike the tower and all the confusion. Then the live footage as the second struck the other tower and as both towers fell. Standing there unable to peel ourselves away, some weeping, others in a speechless state of shock
and several desparately trying call someone about friends that worked in the towers.
Then the Pentagon was struck and finally the news of a fourth plane downed in a field in Pennsylvania, all of us wondering if that was coincidence or another part of a horrific day that seemed to never want to end.
We contacted our families and made sure our children were OK and somewhere safe.
I recall leaving and being acutely aware that day and for days after of the eerie silence
from a sky devoid of all plane traffic.
I recall in the weeks that followed having this overwhelming feeling of vulnerability and had difficulty being out in public places amongst people for weeks and weeks following and at times filling up with tears and having to leave.
It was just several months ago that I finally went to New York City and visited the WTC site. The picture below is one I took while there, a Cross and Shroud made from some of the rubble.
I haven't said anything here really that is new, It's just that I needed to get this out and down somewhere as tomorrow approaches and it weighing on my mind.
I had not recorded my thoughts on that day
anywhere except in my mind.
It also helps to remind again me to be thankful for today and stop dwelling on what I
consider the dissapointments, failures and broken dreams of my past and to move on with a hope for a better tomorrow and days ahead.
Love and Peace to all!
Hindy
Cross at World Trade Center
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Monday, 03 July 2006 |
This past weekend I ventured to the deepest darkest depths of Ohio, the Cincinatti suburbs. Due to poor weather conditions I had to change my plans from attending a Christian music festival with our youth group, as it was cancelled. Instead I decided to call upon and old Army buddy I hadn’t seen in 22 years, Harrison. During my stay, he as many people do, had to work. So, during the day I indulged myself with a bit of “exploring” as I like to call it. I had printed up a list of sites to see in and around Cincinatti, but decided to just enjoy driving around and seeing what I can see. I ventured down many little roads during my 5 hours out & about, enjoying K99.1 Country music station and ending up in New Richmond on the Ohio River before heading back to Harrisons. I was also searching for a church to attend services at on my way towards home. I came upon “Morrow, OH”, on route 22. A really neat little down with Canoe outfitters, historic looking area, cool old buildings, a point along a 60 mile stretch of hiking/biking trail and a little park. I stopped at the park to stretch and relax a little. As I exited my car, a black highly polished, somewhat teardrop shaped monument with an Angels face caught my eye. I read what it said, and although not shedding a tear, (getting choked up writing this now) I was became somber and thoughtful to what it said. Slowly my memory was sparked…… I was looking at a memorial to Jessica Lunsford, a 9 year old girl who had been abducted, sexually abused and murdered in her hometown of Homosassa, Florida in February, 2005. I didn’t know why it was there, couldn’t remember all the details but remembered it from the national news. I did a little research at home and found out that this is where her mother lives. 
So, hug and kiss your children and grandchildren and tell them how much you love them! As soon as I see mine, I am! Peace and blessings to all! Hindy |
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He loves me, He loves me not |
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Monday, July 3, 2006
I posted this on my "Myspace" with my daughters in mind, wanted to share it here too! Last Friday, just as We were closing and I was shutting down my registers, one of my co-workers (I'll call hin Fred) came breezing through in a hurry and was passing out these bookmarks non-chalantly, mentioning how they were given to him to pass out by some group. So I took mine, quickly glanced at it and set it aside. ( I was excited about getting on the road to visit my old Army buddy in Ohio) I took it with me as I left and set it on my car seat amongst all the other junk. All the way Home, something kept compelling me to pick it up and read it, and I did. I hope you do too. All weekend a lingering thought in the back of my mind kept reminding me that I needed to get this on my websites when I got back. I am sure that I will piss a few people off posting this on my pages, but it is SOOOOO important! Please read it, all women, and men too. I titled this "This one's for the girls, but men can be victim to this too. If this offends you..........so be it, you may be someone who needs to look at yourself.........Nuff said! Hindy  
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The cardiologist |
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Tuesday, 27 June 2006 |
So, I got to the Cardiologist yesterday. I am not dying, didn’t think I was. Smile I am still having these Vasa Vegal episodes though. It is an over-stimulation of the vegal nerve, which is commonly related to the gastro-intestinal system. In my case, it apparently is triggered by eating. Gahhh!!!!! What? I can’t eat? I think not. It only happens every one in awhile. I eat at a moderate pace so We don’t think it is that. The 3 episodes I had were after eating Pizza & fries once, a cheesesteak & fries the 2nd and Meatballs, a chicken dish and squash & zucchini the 3rd. So we don’t think that is a factor. When they hit my neck and head get really hot, I get a distant dizzy sensation, my fingers and toes tingle and then my heart races and pounds giving me a headache and I sweat profusely. Ewwww! That’s my symptoms. The Doc says when the nerve is stimulated, my bodys reaction is that my blood pressure plummets, then unless I lie down and get horizontal the heart then reacts and starts pumping furiously to get blood back to my head. Wow, Such Chaos. If I don’t get horizontal, then I suffer vagel syncopy, (fancy word for passing out)from lack of blood to the brain.Fun. That’s what happened in January. They have a test called a tilt table test to see if that is what is happening, but my symptoms are so classic he doesn’t feel the need . I am having a heart monitor placed on me for a 24 hours period later this month to see what the ticker does during an average day. There are several drugs that can help but in my case they would not be too helpful. Well the first one drops blood pressure. Well, because of my fitness level, my resting heartrate is 48, it would drop it too low and and makes things worse. The 2nd is a hormone and the third is a anti-depressant in the prozac class. Nah! We don’t think any will really benefit me. So, aside from the tests, he wants me to increase my salty fluids intake, which fills the blood vessels and will keeps my pressure dropping as low if another episode comes on. Also, have some blood work to check and see if possible there may be a link between my low potassium levels. He says he doesn’t feel I need to stop driving or riding my motorcycle but to be very aware if one comes on and to pull over immediately and lie down, not to try to ride it out otherwise. So, if this is triggered by eating I maybe have to follow that old swimming rule, no driving or riding within a half hour of eating, LOL. So, I asked the doc if this could be life long. He told me that actually, this is most common in folks in their 20’s and I may be having issues later at my age because I am in a good state of fitness. But, he said in most people as we age the vegal nerve gets less sensitive and most people “grow out of it” Smile. So, I will just have to be careful and aware of this more and be thankful It is not life threatening. Smile. I feel God has plenty more in store for me in my life and I can’t wait to see what is next. Thank you all for your concerns and for those who pray, please continue to lift me up. Smile. Thanks friends, Bob |
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Emergency room on Father's Day |
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Monday, 19 June 2006 |
Happy Father's Day!
All in all it was a good day. I got up and went to church with my daughter Laura and grandaughter Mary Jane. Good message on Dads and Laura was recognized as one of our 2006 graduates in the church
Laura gave me a nice card with her own message in it for me :) Sarah wished me a Happy Father's day and said her gift was coming. (although just being acknowledged on Father's Day is enough for me.) My Dad, Sis and friend Mary also wished me a Happy Father's day. I got my Dad a card and told him I was taking him to dinner as his gift, along with the heartfelt message in his card.
Didn't personally hear from the oldest children yesterday. Both work in food service. Rachel's a food server and Tim is a cook. so I know they were busy helping others celebrate their Dad's and that's cool.
In the afternoon I had a Eagle Scout court of honor to attend. Ray from my old troop was being recognized and I was his scoutmaster for most of that time. Aside from being part of the ceremony, I had a display of my scouting memorabilia for guests to view. It was a great ceremony and the reception was fun and great food. (My ex is also friends of the family and her catering biz did the food.)
So on to the bad part. After having a modest plate of food and sharing it with Mary Jane, I went back and got a few more meatballs and chicken. On the way to my seat my head started feeling real hot and I could tell one of these episodes I have had before was coming on. (no the ex wasn't trying to poison me, it was a buffet, LOL) I handed MJ off to a friend and told my Dad I was going to lay down til it passed. Last January I had this happen after eating and ended up passing out and spent several days in the hospital. So my head gets real hot, my heart races and pounds, my fingers and toes get tingly and I start sweating profusely. I went in and laid accross some chair and elevated my feet as I need to do to ride it out. It went on for awhile and my Dad found me along with some other folks and had the ambulance crew come in and check me out. The ceremony was in a firehall.....convenient. So ultimately I get another ride to the hospital and a long wait while they poked, proded and attached sticky electrodes that hurt like hell when the pull the hair off the body being removed :)
So......aside from finding my potassium level was low and bringing that up, they still aren't sure what is the prime cause of all this all. My first go around they concluded I was having a Vaso vagal episode, (over stimulus of the vegal nerve) what was doing they over stimulus they know not. seems each episode I have had relates to eating.
So now they want me to get my records from my first stay and see a cardiologist for follow up. The E-room doc says that during these episodes the heart rate normally slows not speeds up. So they will probably want me to wear and "event monitor" which I activate when I feel an episode coming on and records data regarding my body and transmits it for analysis. Cool huh? prob is I have only had 2 episodes since January so how long will I have to have this? Dunno :( They said I could try to initiate one...what fun!
So, eventuallly I was released worn out and weary. Got a ride home and went to bed. I am taking today off to relax, rest and re-coup.
So, It's Monday, I am alive, the sun is shining and God is good!
Have a blessed week!
Hindy |
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Race for the Cure |
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Sunday, 14 May 2006 |
5/14/2006 First off, All Mom's, Happy Mother's Day!
I hope you all have/had a great day.
I spent part of my Mother's Day participating in the "Race for the Cure" in Philadelphia with my little sister. Been doing it for a few years. 
JR, my sis, Leslie & I.
Started while working for Pier 1 Imports, who is a sponsor and just felt it was important.
This year I did it in celebration of several women I know who are survivors. Praise God!
And a great way to remember my Mom.
We lost Mom a few years ago, not to breast cancer, but to cancer nonetheless.
No, we lost her in 2000 after her third bout with cancer. The first 2 were lung cancer, the final one, brain cancer.
Mom grew up a bit hard, foster home, quit high school, drank too much and smoked until she was too sick and weak to hold a cigarette in her hand.
Stubborn on that to the end! Guess at that point she knew it didn't matter and would be far too uncomfortable trying to quit than continuing.
At a point prior to that she had us get her a big coffee can and fill it with water and place it on the floor next to her couch. You see she was worried as things progressed that she couldn't snuff her smoke out in the ashtray completely and was afraid of starting a fire. So she dropped her butts in the can.
Now, my folks have been divorced since 1970.
My Mom was born in Tennessee and raised in Kentucky. Dad met her while stationed in the Army at Fort Knox. She was a waitress at a little coffee shoppe in Louisville called the "Cafe Ruins". (Dad still has a coffee cup on the shelf from there.)
Moved to Pa, and then life happened. Marriage, Kids, divorce, marriage, divorce and....................................................
Growing up with her was hard. We didn't have a great relationship. A few long years we didn't speak and things were strained.Some emotional damage I still struggle with at times.
A few years ago I came to a realization that Mom was not going to change. I loved her as my Mom even though there were things about her I still didn't like. And I made a decision that I was going to have the best relationship I could with her. That I did not want to ever regret not having tried...............I didn't know that time was coming so soon.
So eventually she is alone. and finally got tired of being alone.
She finally had an agreement with my Dad, he put an addition on the house and she rented it. It was an improvement for the house and gave her a place to live where she could have her own space but be near to the family she had left here.
And here she died. we kept her here, My sis took a leave of absence from work and we all (Dad included) kept her and cared for her. It was tough watching her weaken and fade and waste away. Humbling having to help her with everyday tasks, helping her to use the bathroom, changing and feeding her.
She was tough in those last few days, fighting, holding on.
I saw a small lingering vestage of a love my Dad had for her as he saw her slipping away.
My sister and I told her it was OK to go and that we loved her and we would be ok.
We were here when she died, in the room. talking to her, touching her, as she faded and drew her last breath. A small, withered shell of the woman that gave us life. JR, my sis, Leslie & I.
Started while working for Pier 1 Imports, who is a sponsor and just felt it was important.
This year I did it in celebration of several women I know who are survivors. Praise God!
And a great way to remember my Mom.
We lost Mom a few years ago, not to breast cancer, but to cancer nonetheless.
No, we lost her in 2000 after her third bout with cancer. The first 2 were lung cancer, the final one, brain cancer.
Mom grew up a bit hard, foster home, quit high school, drank too much and smoked until she was too sick and weak to hold a cigarette in her hand.
Stubborn on that to the end! Guess at that point she knew it didn't matter and would be far too uncomfortable trying to quit than continuing.
At a point prior to that she had us get her a big coffee can and fill it with water and place it on the floor next to her couch. You see she was worried as things progressed that she couldn't snuff her smoke out in the ashtray completely and was afraid of starting a fire. So she dropped her butts in the can.
Now, my folks have been divorced since 1970.
My Mom was born in Tennessee and raised in Kentucky. Dad met her while stationed in the Army at Fort Knox. She was a waitress at a little coffee shoppe in Louisville called the "Cafe Ruins". (Dad still has a coffee cup on the shelf from there.)
Moved to Pa, and then life happened. Marriage, Kids, divorce, marriage, divorce and....................................................
Growing up with her was hard. We didn't have a great relationship. A few long years we didn't speak and things were strained.Some emotional damage I still struggle with at times.
A few years ago I came to a realization that Mom was not going to change. I loved her as my Mom even though there were things about her I still didn't like. And I made a decision that I was going to have the best relationship I could with her. That I did not want to ever regret not having tried...............I didn't know that time was coming so soon.
So eventually she is alone. and finally got tired of being alone.
She finally had an agreement with my Dad, he put an addition on the house and she rented it. It was an improvement for the house and gave her a place to live where she could have her own space but be near to the family she had left here.
And here she died. we kept her here, My sis took a leave of absence from work and we all (Dad included) kept her and cared for her. It was tough watching her weaken and fade and waste away. Humbling having to help her with everyday tasks, helping her to use the bathroom, changing and feeding her.
She was tough in those last few days, fighting, holding on.
I saw a small lingering vestage of a love my Dad had for her as he saw her slipping away.
My sister and I told her it was OK to go and that we loved her and we would be ok.
We were here when she died, in the room. talking to her, touching her, as she faded and drew her last breath. A small, withered shell of the woman that gave us life.
My Mom died...........and I miss her! 
Before she died she accepted Christ in her life!
Hallelejah!
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