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Honesty & Courage

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As a Marine, I’ve seen leadership from both sides, though more as a follower. Nonetheless, one thing driven into our minds almost day one is that even a private can find himself as a leader. And so we are taught leadership from the beginning. Certainly when I started, I never figured I would be a leader.

They gave us a long list of things a leader needs, and it all seemed logical to me. However, from experience as well as plain logic, honesty and courage seem most important. As for all the rest, they all somewhat hang on these two.

For instance, knowledge is highly important, but it can be acquired. Honesty and courage are things you either have or do not. They can be improved upon, but there must first be a good foundation. While tact can be practiced, it is useless without honesty.

I found it interesting that we considered good leaders by examining which traits they possessed. Two things came to mind as we went through the examples. I simply couldn’t think of any really good leaders who didn’t have courage and honesty.

It brings to mind the statement I heard: if you look behind you and no one is following, then you’re likely not a leader. I guess it says, ultimately, if you can’t get people to follow you, you likely aren’t much of a leader.

Still, the leader who has a willing following is mostly a better leader than those who are followed just because of their stripes or brass. I have noticed this to be true in civilian life as well.

This brings up the question: Do you prefer an honest or a dishonest leader? Would you rather your leader be courageous or a wimp? Is he a person who owns his mistakes or blames others?

What I’m saying is, would you choose a leader who is honest and courageous or one that fibs and is a wimp? I know what my choice would be.

By the way, I did say there were two things I noticed when considering good leaders. The second thing I noticed was that Jesus had all these characteristics. He also has quite a voluntary following.

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Me, Believe the CDC; Why?

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I do have a tendency to believe in patterns, you know. Like everything falls. Every morning, the sun does tend to rise, radiating light and heat on our little planet.

The CDC also has a pattern of telling untruths. To be sure, their lies tend to be as reliable as gravity or the sun. So, when they tell me I should take a flu shot, why should I believe them? When they say I should take a COVID shot, why should I be convinced?

Then too, the TV and radio stations are quick to distribute the falsehoods, as if they expect a reward like a young puppy being trained.

In a way, it reminds me of a well-organized retreat by an army unit. Each time one defensive position falls, they fall back to another. They say the vaccine prevents COVID. Then it doesn’t, and they retreat to “It decreases the spread.”

The only problem is that the spread is just as bad. So they retreat to saying, “It decreases the symptoms and increases survival chances.”

Truth is, you’ve been through it. You have seen the proclamations and have watched them retreat first from one and then the next. In the meantime, guess what? The pharmaceutical companies keep raking in tons of cash.

Then, after years of failure, they still refuse to back down. They continue to recommend the latest booster, still laying claim to its effectiveness.

As I said, I tend to believe patterns. The pattern here is that it does not work. It did not work for me, and there were serious side effects.

Actually, their pattern is not new. They did exactly the same thing with AIDS. At various levels of retreat, they said it was rare. They said it could not be contracted by intercourse. They said it could not be spread through blood or blood products. They said it could not be spread by sweat or saliva. Yeah. They lied back then too.

IT’S A PATTERN! It’s the kind of pattern I have a tendency to believe. So, I hope you’ll pardon me if I don’t believe CDC ever again.

Answer: Because We Make Mistakes.

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Question: Why do they put erasers on pencils?

It’s true, though I must admit, I didn’t think of it. However, you will have to go far and wide to find a person more mistakes prone as I am. For the most part, the mistakes can be eradicated. As with the eraser, the error can be figuratively and easily rubbed out.

Life’s challenges aren’t always simple to overcome. Some wounds, both physical and emotional, leave lasting marks that we carry with us. Forgiveness might come, but the consequences of our actions or accidents can persist. My own journey with a severely damaged ankle serves as a testament to this reality. Despite an orthopedic surgeon’s meticulous hours of surgical intervention, the injury continues to haunt me. The persistent throbbing pain seems almost independent of the physical limb itself. When I sought a solution, the doctor’s stark response was chilling: surgical removal was an option, but the pain might well remain, a phantom reminder of past trauma. Some scars, it seems, transcend physical boundaries, etching themselves into our very existence.

Navigating life’s pivotal moments requires careful reflection, especially when facing choices with lasting consequences. Our decisions can echo through time, leaving indelible marks that no simple correction can erase. Like permanent ink on the canvas of our existence, some choices demand thoughtful consideration before we commit. Not all mistakes can be easily undone, and wisdom lies in pausing to truly understand the potential long-term impact of our actions.

In one respect, I have been fortunate. I have never directly taken part in the taking any human life. The thought that I might one day scares me. Yet one day, either by accident or in defense, it might happen. It might happen on the highway or in defense. As I contemplate such a remote possibility, I wonder how I might cope with it. This is especially true if it be an innocent child by accident.

Some people have no problem living with it. They take the lives of innocent unborn babies. Some doctors do this by the hundreds without hesitation and not an ounce of guilt.

Some women, in the name of freedom of choice, pay those doctors. I would say that they do it without a second thought. Their conscience becomes seared to a point they don’t care. How-some-ever, I suspect, sometimes, it might strike later in life. Disagree with me as you will, I have found God does have a way of calling things to our attention in ways and at times we least expect. And yes, it hurts more than the broken ankle. And it nags at you any time you’re awake.

Some mistakes leave permanent marks, etched into memory like scars that time cannot fade. The consequences of our actions linger, a constant reminder of choices made and paths taken. No amount of wishful thinking can erase the emotional weight we carry, a burden that becomes part of our very essence.

Humana; Just Plain Wasteful

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Food waste is a persistent concern that weighs heavily on my conscience. Today, I discovered a thawed frozen meal in my car, a frustrating reminder of my unintentional negligence. The irony of an unfrozen “frozen” dinner is not lost on me, and the situation feels both perplexing and disheartening.

Frustrated, I reluctantly discarded the forgotten item. Had I discovered it earlier, I could have salvaged and consumed it. The previous night’s freezing temperatures suggested it might still be edible. I distinctly remembered seeing it fall from the grocery bag and mentally noted to rescue it, but somehow failed to follow through.

In a moment of self-reflection, I acknowledged my forgetfulness and offered a sincere apology to God for being wasteful. The irony of relying on mental notes struck me—they’re as desirable as a thawed microwave meal that once held promise. My frustration simmered beneath the surface, a reminder of my own fallibility.

After discarding the spoiled frozen meal, I retrieved the mail. Amidst the stack of unsolicited papers, a Humana insurance brochure caught my eye. I recalled the challenging period when my wife was 63, and our monthly health insurance premium approached $1,000 due to Obama Care.

Throughout the year, I diligently paid Humana twelve full insurance premiums, yet not a single claim was filed. These payments were mandated by law, not a voluntary choice. When the year concluded, I found myself searching for alternative insurance coverage after Humana abruptly terminated my policy. The experience left me frustrated and feeling cheated. I vividly recall paying ten thousand dollars for essentially nothing, receiving only a dismissive farewell from the company.

Dismissing the Humana correspondence, I swiftly discarded the unnecessary paper, recognizing its irrelevance and considering both the document and its postage a futile expenditure of resources.

My silence feels like a futile resistance against their misguided persistence. Despite knowing they won’t listen, their relentless pursuit seems tragically wasteful—consuming resources and paper in a fruitless attempt to reach me. Their determination remains blind to the environmental cost of their unheeded communications.

Somehow, I suspect I am not the only one with feelings towards Humana. Perhaps we are losing trees by the thousands in similar efforts to reach similar former customers. Do you think the tree huggers care? I sincerely doubt it. They have no hope to gain any political gain from it.

Each Solution Breeds New & Worse Problems

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New Mexico has implemented a groundbreaking free child care program, as reported by CBS News. During an interview, the state’s governor explained that the initiative will be fully funded through oil revenue, providing significant relief for families across the state.

Wait a minute! I thought the production and use of petroleum products were going to destroy the world. It is what the Democrats have been warning us about for decades now. It was causing decreases in temperatures and then increases in temperatures. It was supposed to flood massive amounts of land, including virtually all of Florida.

Do we really want to rely on and hence encourage the production and use of that horrible cause of climate change, oil? According to that climate expert, Al Gore, if we persist at that, danger lingers just around the bend. Well, maybe not. You see, climate change only occurs when the fuel is used by Republicans. That is the way it works, you see.

Now, back to the primary subject, daycare. First, bear in mind that there are potential problems. For instance, both my wife and I worked nights. Does this mean that they will have to provide daycare at night too? (That is, if you can comprehend the obvious conflict of daycare at night.)

The proposed regulations for day care centers aim to elevate quality standards, which will likely result in increased operational costs. While ensuring high-quality childcare is commendable, these changes may inadvertently drive up expenses. The potential surge in demand could necessitate expanded infrastructure, including more day care facilities and additional teaching staff. This scenario exemplifies the fundamental economic principle of supply and demand: as costs to parents goes away, the desire for such services naturally increases.

Perhaps one thing not thought of is the two-parent family where only one works. I’m sure that rare wife who stays home will appreciate that babysitter, though not actually needed.

It’s the way it is with those short sighted democrats. They come up with all these wonderful ideas and they don’t think them through. Then again, maybe it is as they want. One of the most important goals of the communist for government control of children to start as soon and as much as possible. We just might find something two-year-olds coming home and preaching the wonderful benefits of Marxism.

Don’t be surprised when it comes to past.

The Mysteries of Sleep

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After decades of living, I’ve gained profound insights into the art of slumber. Throughout my nearly eight decades of life, I’ve dedicated approximately 26 years to the restorative realm of sleep, transforming my experience into a nuanced understanding of this essential human function.

In my earlier years, the necessity of sleep often felt like an unwelcome interruption, consuming precious hours that could have been dedicated to more pressing matters and personal pursuits.

Shelter is a fundamental human need, often overlooked by those who have never experienced its absence. A secure, comfortable sleeping environment—warm, dry, and protected from external threats—is essential for physical and mental well-being. Many individuals, particularly in developed countries, rarely contemplate the luxury of having a reliable place to rest, especially during their formative years when parental support provides a safety net.

My Marine Corps experience revealed the adaptability of human endurance, particularly in sleep. While a plush lawn offered comfort, I learned to embrace challenging terrains, readily settling onto hard, sun-baked ground when necessary. On cold, damp evenings, a strategically positioned poncho transformed a simple foxhole into a surprisingly adequate shelter, demonstrating that resilience often trumps physical convenience.

Aging has taught me that sleep is a remarkable healer, revealing unexpected insights into its restorative power. One of the most intriguing discoveries is its ability to alleviate pain. While pharmaceutical interventions like Tylenol 3 offer relief, nothing compares to the profound comfort of deep slumber. During my wisdom teeth extraction recovery, I found solace in drifting off to sleep, experiencing a blissful respite from discomfort. The moment I awoke, however, the reality of the procedure returned, reminding me of the temporary nature of sleep’s analgesic embrace.

Sleep is a transformative process that transcends physical restoration, delving deep into mental and emotional healing. Its restorative qualities offer a sanctuary for the mind, providing relief from psychological challenges and emotional burdens. However, one must be cautious not to use sleep as an escape, potentially missing out on life’s vibrant experiences and opportunities for personal growth.

As I contemplate the nature of existence in Heaven, I find myself pondering the necessity of sleep. Various theological discussions suggest that rest might be unnecessary in an eternal realm of continuous light. The prospect of being free from physical limitations is particularly enticing. My chronic ankle pain and persistent limp will vanish, transforming the celestial experience into an unimaginable relief. The idea of perpetual wakefulness resonates with childhood fantasies of boundless energy and endless exploration. In this divine landscape, the constraints of mortal fatigue will dissolve, replaced by a state of pure, uninterrupted consciousness and joy.

Some individuals who choose to deny Christ might find themselves longing for respite from the intense suffering of eternal separation, wishing for even momentary unconsciousness to escape the profound consequences of their spiritual choices.

The Great Pretenders

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The haunting melody of “The Great Pretender” by The Platters resonates deeply with my personal journey. This timeless song has become an anthem that mirrors my own experiences of masking inner turmoil. When life dealt me a devastating blow, I perfected the art of wearing a facade, skillfully concealing the profound pain that churned beneath my composed exterior. No one could glimpse the emotional storm raging within me, as I maintained an impenetrable mask of normalcy and strength.

Most people, if they’re honest, experience a period of putting on a facade. In fact, I’d argue that this is universal. Feel free to challenge my perspective, but I remain skeptical of anyone claiming complete authenticity from the start. We all wear masks at some point, whether we choose to acknowledge it or not.

The captivating television series “The Pretender” featured a protagonist with extraordinary intellectual capabilities, enabling him to seamlessly adopt diverse professional identities. In a memorable scene, when questioned about his medical expertise, the main character confidently responded, “I am today,” highlighting his remarkable ability to adapt and excel in any role. Throughout the episode, he skillfully navigated both medical challenges and complex social criminal investigations, ultimately helping a young patient while unraveling a deeper mystery.

To be sure, there are real professional pretenders. Years ago, they told us the greatest danger facing man was global climate change. They pretended to be great experts on the subject.

The silence surrounding the previous climate discussions is puzzling. Have the critical issues truly dissipated, or have they simply been swept under the rug? What unprecedented meteorological phenomenon emerged that warranted such abrupt dismissal? More importantly, why has the discourse fallen silent? Did the purported meteorological authorities conveniently shift their focus, abandoning this critical narrative without substantive explanation? This, of course, while pretending great knowing on who knows what else.

A Little Good, Maybe, Hopefully

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One of my first posts was a true story about my wife and her very persistent rash. She had visited multiple doctors, and still the rash persisted. Finally, in an act of frustration, we changed from Tide laundry detergent.

The rash vanished instantly, prompting me to share my experience not out of frustration, but to help others facing similar challenges. My journey revealed potential issues with certain personal care products, including a widely used bath soap that I now carefully avoid. By speaking out, I hope to provide valuable insights and support to those seeking solutions to unexpected skin reactions.

Furthermore, this might be a call to be careful to completely rinse the soap, regardless of the brand or type.

Recently, after publishing my blog post about laundry detergents for sensitive skin, I was intrigued to see Tide launch a new product line targeting this specific market. While I can’t definitively say my writing influenced their decision, I can’t help but wonder if my message resonated with the company. Perhaps my small contribution has helped raise awareness about the needs of those with sensitive skin.

How-some-ever, this is far from the last of notes that make me wonder if I’ve done a little good. I have seen some changes that make me suspicious that I might have.

On the other hand, maybe not. Maybe I am just being a little egotistical. I must say, I do believe that more little efforts have had some effect. When someone takes the time and effort to tell me there is no God, it tells me he might not be the only one to consider my argument.

Embracing our collective mission, I find value in every contribution, regardless of individual outcomes. Being part of this team is a profound privilege, even if my role seems minor. My true success may lie in supporting a fellow team member’s efforts to guide someone towards spiritual transformation, highlighting the power of collaborative purpose.

The ripple effect of a single conversion can be profound, potentially inspiring countless others to embrace faith. Ultimately, the significance lies not in my personal success, but in guiding individuals toward a transformative spiritual choice that impacts their eternal destiny and deepens their connection with Christ.

Every individual’s salvation ripples through humanity, subtly or profoundly transforming the collective human experience. When one life is rescued, redirected, or redeemed, the potential for positive change expands exponentially, creating unseen yet meaningful impact on our shared global landscape.

This is a reality so profound, it transcends even the most resolute skepticism.

Everything Falls

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As I age, the constant pull of gravity seems to challenge me more intensely. Standing up has become increasingly difficult, particularly after sitting on the ground. My balance isn’t what it used to be, and I find myself stumbling or losing my footing more frequently than before. These physical changes are a stark reminder of the passage of time and the subtle ways our bodies transform with age.

Lately, I’ve noticed a peculiar phenomenon: whenever I place an object on a completely level surface, it remains stationary momentarily, only to inexplicably tumble to the ground the moment I look away. This occurrence has become increasingly frequent, leaving me to wonder if gravity’s mysterious force is intensifying. While I can’t definitively explain this curious pattern, the repeated incidents have certainly piqued my curiosity.

Gravity seems to conspire against my medication routine, transforming simple pill-taking into a frustrating game of chance. Each tiny tablet appears magnetically drawn to the floor, slipping through my fingers with an uncanny precision. Tonight, I briefly celebrated a small victory when I snatched one pill in mid-descent, only to watch helplessly as two more evaded my grasp, continuing their rebellious tumble toward the ground.

As I attempt to put my medications in my mouth, occasionally a pill slips and clatters to the floor. When this happens, I’m left in a precarious situation, unsure which specific medication has fallen. The stakes are high, especially with critical prescriptions like my blood pressure medication. Missing a dose could potentially lead to serious health risks, including the threat of a stroke. Determined to maintain my health, I meticulously search the floor, carefully crawling and scanning until I locate the dropped pill, ensuring I don’t compromise my medical regimen.

Then, of course, I’m back to that other problem of gravity: standing.

Missed my Chance at a Million

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I’ve developed an innovative personal hygiene product called the Sneeze Pad, a groundbreaking solution designed to enhance public health and personal safety. The concept features an elegantly simple design that can be easily manufactured, with potential for aesthetic refinement and customization. This practical invention addresses the growing need for immediate sneeze containment and could revolutionize personal protective equipment.

A compact, ergonomic protective shield designed for personal hygiene during respiratory events. Measuring approximately 3 by 4 inches, this innovative device features adjustable wrist straps for secure forearm attachment. The surface is covered with a specialized, adhesive-backed material treated with advanced antimicrobial agents. When a user experiences a sneeze or cough, they can direct respiratory droplets onto the pad, where the chemically treated fabric immediately captures and neutralizes potential pathogens, preventing their spread and maintaining a hygienic environment.

In the aftermath of the global health crisis, my innovative solution remains unrecognized. Despite its potential to save countless lives, the moment has passed. While pharmaceutical companies, healthcare providers, and medical facilities capitalized on the pandemic’s urgency, my breakthrough idea sits unrealized. The opportunity for recognition and potential financial success has slipped away, leaving me with a sense of missed potential and unfulfilled promise.

On the other hand, the pharmaceutical companies are still making their fortunes off me. Since I took the vaccine, I’ve had at least three blood clots. So now I take this medication that makes my nose bleed. I do put up with the nose bleeds so I don’t have any more blood clots. Oh, and by the way, I pay almost a hundred dollars a month, this after Medicare and auxiliary insurance.

It appeared that nearly everyone prospered during the pandemic, except for those like myself who continued to struggle with lingering health complications. While some found opportunity and resilience, I couldn’t ignore the profound loss experienced by those who succumbed to the virus and the families left behind to grieve.