Wow! I'm impressed, Dave! I could get hit by a truck and be dragged seven miles down the freeway and maybe one or two people here would ask if I had a good trip. YOU disappear for a couple of hours and folks are ready to turn the world upside down in order to find you! Man, now THAT's what I call being a favorite son! (Glad you're back - I thought there was gonna' be a riot! )
As a former member of the Armed Forces, I have always saluted "the colors" both in uniform and out. When I see "Old Glory" being raised, or hear our National Anthem, my chest swells with pride and I can't help but stand a little taller and straighter. I am proud to be an American and honored to have served with pride and distinction in the forces which guard our county.
A dear friend just brought to my attention that the Koran reference mentioned is totally false and I'd like to apologize for not checking that out before I posted this.
The rest of the post more or less stands alone and while it may be nothing more than coincidence, I found it quite interesting, even though I am an admitted skeptic when it comes to the average "conspiracy theory."
Kinda' strange, but very interesting, even to us skeptics. (Be sure to read it all.)
1) New York City has 11 letters.
2) Afghanistan has 11 letter.
3) Ramsin Yuseb has 11 letters. (The terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993.)
This could be a mere coincidence, but it gets more interesting:
1) New York is the 11th state.
2) The first plane to crash into the Twin towers was flight number 11.
3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9+2+11.
4) Flight 77, which also hit the Towers was carrying 65 passengers. 6+5=11.
5) The tragedy happened on September 11, now known as 9/11. 9+1+1=11.
6) The date is equal to the U.S. emergency telephone number, 911, and was chosen for that reason.
Sheer coincidence? Read on and make up your own mind!
1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was 254. 2+5+4=11.
2) September 11th is day number 254 of the calendar year. 2+5+4=11.
3) The Madrid bombing took place on 3/11/2004. 3+1+1+2+4=11.
4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911 days after the Twin Towers incident.
This is where things get a little eerie:
The most recognized symbol for the United States, after the Stars and Stripes is the Eagle. The following verse is taken from the Koran, the Islamic holy book:
"For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced: for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the land of Allah and there was peace.
That verse is number 9.11 of the Koran.
Still unconvinced? Open Microsoft Word and do the following:
1. Type in uppercase Q33NY. This is the call sign of the first plane to hit one of the Towers. 2. Highlight the Q33NY. 3. Change the font size to 48. 4. Change the actual font to the WINGDINGS..........
Then reply to this thread and tell me what you think.
I might point out that I received this from another source, but still found it quite "interesting."
Hmmm... My profile says that I'm married. Of course anyone who's been here any length of time knows that I met my wife here on CS and that I send her a flower from here every morning. We're both still here because of that feature and the friends we've made here...
I even got an e-mail this morning from someone who said that they couldn't understand why, when I appeared to love my wife so much, that I was still looking. (I explained the situation and wished them luck in finding what I've found.)
I once saw a woman's profile (many moons ago, on a different site) that said "If you don't match my criteria, then please don't waste my time by sending me a message. In return, I won't waste your time by causing you to await a response that will never come."
A man rushed into the veterinarian’s office carrying his dog, thoroughly distraught. The vet examined the dog’s still, limp body and sadly informed the man that his dog was dead.
Saddened at the loss of his best friend, the man asked the doctor if he could please try one last time to revive the dog.
The doctor went into another room and returned with a cat in a wire cage. He set the cage on the examining table and opened the sliding door.
The cat got up, stretched, stepped out of the cage and slowly walked around the dog from head to tail sniffing the body. When it was finished, it looked up at the veterinarian with a “meow”, walked back into the cage and went back to sleep.
The vet said, "I'm sorry, but your dog appears to be deceased."
The man said, "Aw, please Doc! There's gotta' be something you can do!"
The vet went to another door, opened it and whistled and a Labrador Retriever came bouncing into the room with a ball in his mouth. The big Retriever woofed and tossed the ball up onto the exam table and wagged his tail, then circled the table a few times before retrieving his ball and exiting the room.
The vet looked at the man and said in his best bedside manner, “I’m sorry, but there is nothing I can do.”
Resigned, the man signed and said, “Thanks for trying. How much do I owe you?”
“Three-hundred fifty dollars,” the doctor replied.
“Thr . . . thr . . .three-hundred fif-fif-fifty bucks to tell me my dog is dead!” the man stammered.
“Well, it was only $50 for the office visit. The other $300 is for the CAT scan and LAB work.”
It seems to me that most people live in between moments - That is to say that they spend their lives gravitating back and forth between memories of the past and anticipation of the future. Very few actually live in the here and now.
It also has occurred to me at some point - and these are no one's opinions but my own - that it's not so much that I believe in "life after death," as I just do NOT believe in death after life. Granted, synapses quit firing and necrosis begins in the physical body, but I think that the soul, like starlight and memories, goes on forever. And I believe that there can be more than just one forever; Time is subjective, at least in the physical sense. And I have known just as many young folks who were "old before their time," as I have older individuals who were "young for their age." And I think that my "forever" may not be the same as someone else's. Forever and ever? You bet! (I think that's MY forever PLUS yours!)
I do not know (nor much care) what lies beyond infinity, if anything at all. It is enough for me to know what lies beyond the end of my driveway. And like the end of my driveway, and the end of my physical life, I'll get there soon enough without wasting my "here and now" by worrying about it...
I haven't mentioned this to Jackson yet, but I'm thinking that these poems will eventually get printed and framed and hung on either side of our marriage certificate...
Because we finally got a few wedding pics posted and because the original thread has been archived and no longer allows responses and because I am on the front porch listening to thunder in the distance while my lovely wife is safe and secure inside... I thought I would re-post something we wrote several months ago. I hope you enjoy it!
Kansas Thunderstorm (seen from a Tennessee ridge) (by Jackson)
I perceive it before it can be seen, or felt. The hair on the back of my neck stands erect. It’s in a warm mid-West wind blowing soft and slow, Gathering together the forces it needs to wreak havoc here.
Taking strength from the elements-- the wind and the earth and the sun, and the waters (always the waters), it grows pensive and brooding and threatens to disrupt the peace that I’ve found.
Clouds form. Time stops. All is still, except for my racing heart, and I struggle to make sense of it all.
First, I must find shelter. But there is no peace in the familiar, only whispers from The Ancients: Watch! Listen! Live! Learn! Be in awe, and dance, by God, DANCE!
02/03/07
A Tennessee Ridge (As experienced by a Kansas Thunderstorm) (by The Kansan)
Countless hours of emptiness and air currents And moist air have gone into my makeup. I have gathered strength from nothingness And locomotion through positive uncertainty, Unsure of where to travel and wanting only to expend My energy in a manner befitting such a powerful force.
Many have gone to ground before my presence And survivors have celebrated my passing. A force of nature. Benevolent, yet sometimes harmful To the ‘me’ that others would protect. And still the inner churning continues Always moving and in search of a peace not revealed.
Ah, and then a ridge in East Tennessee And upon it a storm tamer, very fair. And as the churning mass of uncertainty That has become my very soul engulfs her, Threatening to upset her applecart And wipe out all traces of her heart, she whispers:
“I know you and you are welcome here. Are you after my heart?” And the storm that is me rages a little less. And then she smiles and says that she is scared. And the lightning and thunder which announced my arrival Give way to a peaceful, nurturing rain inspired by true love…
The ridge is still there, as is the storm tamer. And the Flowing Water of our love for each other Is crystal clear and pure and refreshing for heart and soul. And the Kansas Thunderstorm, has become a soft Tennessee rain And is no longer uncertain and now asks only one question: My love, Shall we dance?
One of my best friends in the entire world is illiterate to the point that, one day when I called him a big, illiterate oaf - He looked me right in the eye and said "I'll have you to understand that I am NOT illiterate! My folks was married for a full year before I was borned!"
Being the son of a writer and a writer myself, and being self-educated, I sometimes lose my patience with those who should know better, but simply get lazy or in too big a hurry when they write/type/post/whatever. Having said that, I know that there are also those who don't have the benefit of instinctually being able to grasp the various spellings/usages of the english language. I also know that it is the most difficult language to learn and so I make exceptions for those who don't, perhaps, have my abilities with the language. In return, I ask simply that they make allowances for me because I genuinely suck at anything above 6th grade math.
Still and all, having had my knuckles whacked with a ruler (a bit ironic when you think about it!) because I incorrectly diagrammed a sentence, made quite an impression on me.
And there are times when, due to the material I'm composing, that I have to "write in the vernacular" and deliberately mis-spell/mis-use words or otherwise horribly butcher the language and I do it with a slight catch in the back of my throat and an occasional nervous glance thrown over my shoulder...
I reckon what I'm trying to say is that I can tolerate and even accept bad spelling from those who at least make an effort, and there are times when it's not only acceptable, but indeed preferred. But I have very little patience with those who could and should do better. I'm sure that makes me a hypocrite of sorts, but it's a cross I'll bear on my own...
Yepper! Me too what everybody else has said! (Need I mention that my tongue is considerably shorter than it used to be from biting it when I read through muddled and mangled posts?)
RE: Another camping weekend for me and the hound.
Depends on whether it rains or not.