Hopes Dreams and Wishes
By Cody Hauser, 18, of Lexington
Hopes, dreams, and wishes are all one in the same. The clock reads 11:11; we make a wish. We wish on cars that have a head light out, on yellow stoplights as we race under them to beat out the red one that follows. We wish on falling stars as well as the brightest stars we see on crisp, clear nights. After wishing, we go on about our days, keeping that wish in the back of our minds.
As the day comes to a close we get ready and go to bed. Once asleep, our wish floods back to us and becomes our dream. Our wish is now played out as a dream, ending the way we want. We awake the next morning to reality realizing that it was all a dream. That dream now becomes hope. We then spend our day hoping that our dream will become our reality. Thus, our hopes, dreams, and wishes are all one in the same, are all miraculously intertwined to imitate one another in different phases of our lives.
Days come and go. Those days turn into weeks that turn into months and possibly into years. But, one thing that is for sure is that as long as we draw a breath there is an ongoing chance that they will become reality. It may not be over the time span we want, but these wishes will come true on God’s time.
So, keep on wishing and dreaming because they will turn to hopes, and everyone deserves hope. Do not go around being negative by telling people their hopes, dreams, and wishes will not come true, because you do not know for sure whether or not they will. No one wants their hopes and dreams crushed, not even you. So, be the one to encourage people throughout the day. You never know when you might make a wish come true and keep someone’s hopes and dreams alive, letting them know that someone cares.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
War and Loved Ones, Prayer and GO VOTE
This is from Words to Live By from a local radio station and I wanted to share.
Email from Adam:
"I listen to you guys every chance I get, and thought since y’all were so supportive of us soldiers, you might like to hear about one of many that are about to leave families behind to go to Iraq again.
I returned home in 2006 after driving supply convoys all over Iraq in a freightliner truck for a year, and life was going great. Bought my own home, and met a fantastic woman in 2007 and fell in love. She has a beautiful 5 year old daughter that I love as my own. We were enjoying being a family, and I was quickly learning how to be a dad.
In March of 2008, the greatest blessing ever was given to us. My son James Wesley was born. That boy is all I think about every day. I cherish every minute I get to spend with him. I was still in the National Guard, and while at my annual 2 week training at Ft. Bragg, my name was read off of a list of soldiers that were to deploy back to Iraq the beginning of next year. Our lives and plans got flipped upside down. We began talking about getting married, but decided that there wasn't time to plan the ceremony that we both wanted, nor did we have the time to raise the money we would need to have the ceremony. While away in San Antonio, TX for a school to learn the new job the Army has decided I needed to learn so I could go back to Iraq, my son began sitting up by himself and rolled over on his own for the first time. I'm sure this is just one of his "first" that I am going to miss, and while many parents probably wouldn't be affected by missing those particular milestones, it hit me hard. I already know I will be in California training on his first birthday, and no clue where I will be when he says his first words or takes his first steps. After this happened, I decided that regardless of the time frame, my girlfriend and I would get married. We have planned out a wedding, and though it's probably going to be very bare minimal and pretty rinky-dink looking, it will get the job done, and I can't wait for it. Most of my fellow soldiers that I wanted to be at the wedding and at my bachelor party if I ever find the time to have one, are not here, they're off at schools learning their new jobs. But 3 guys that were my closest friends throughout my career in the National Guard, will be there as my groomsmen. This is going to be a wonderful day I'm sure of it, and I would like to ask everyone to pray for me that it is, and more importantly to remember to pray for me and my fellow soldiers and families over the next year. I tell alot of people this one thing when they ask about how we survived driving the roads over there. Before every convoy, we would all meet in front of the first vehicle, and one of us would lead the group in a prayer. That's not something you see on the news, nor does the Army teach it when training soldiers how to drive the roads, but it was the tactic that I'm sure brought us home with no injuries in the whole company, and over a couple million miles on the road.
Now I'm sure my story doesn't sound too bad to some, there are plenty of soldiers out there who have it worse than me. But I just wanted to provide a real example of what soldiers go through in order to protect your rights and freedoms. As me and my family go through all of this, it angers me to hear that there are so many Americans that still have not registered to vote. Why? Am I leaving my family for nothing? Are there that many people out there that don't care for their rights? If you don't like your rights, join the military and you can learn to live with less of them. People it's not a hard process to register, and it would make soldiers that are away from their loved ones during the upcoming holidays feel much better about why they are gone. Also, if you don't vote, then what right do you have to complain about anything over the next 4 years? None. One thing I enjoy about this time and being in the military, is what other job do you know that gives you a chance to have a say in who your boss will be? That's why I'm going to vote.Oh, and regardless of which candidate gets picked, we've already been told that it won't affect me going to Iraq or not. I'm going no matter who gets elected."
~Sgt. Adam Rose
Nuff Said
Email from Adam:
"I listen to you guys every chance I get, and thought since y’all were so supportive of us soldiers, you might like to hear about one of many that are about to leave families behind to go to Iraq again.
I returned home in 2006 after driving supply convoys all over Iraq in a freightliner truck for a year, and life was going great. Bought my own home, and met a fantastic woman in 2007 and fell in love. She has a beautiful 5 year old daughter that I love as my own. We were enjoying being a family, and I was quickly learning how to be a dad.
In March of 2008, the greatest blessing ever was given to us. My son James Wesley was born. That boy is all I think about every day. I cherish every minute I get to spend with him. I was still in the National Guard, and while at my annual 2 week training at Ft. Bragg, my name was read off of a list of soldiers that were to deploy back to Iraq the beginning of next year. Our lives and plans got flipped upside down. We began talking about getting married, but decided that there wasn't time to plan the ceremony that we both wanted, nor did we have the time to raise the money we would need to have the ceremony. While away in San Antonio, TX for a school to learn the new job the Army has decided I needed to learn so I could go back to Iraq, my son began sitting up by himself and rolled over on his own for the first time. I'm sure this is just one of his "first" that I am going to miss, and while many parents probably wouldn't be affected by missing those particular milestones, it hit me hard. I already know I will be in California training on his first birthday, and no clue where I will be when he says his first words or takes his first steps. After this happened, I decided that regardless of the time frame, my girlfriend and I would get married. We have planned out a wedding, and though it's probably going to be very bare minimal and pretty rinky-dink looking, it will get the job done, and I can't wait for it. Most of my fellow soldiers that I wanted to be at the wedding and at my bachelor party if I ever find the time to have one, are not here, they're off at schools learning their new jobs. But 3 guys that were my closest friends throughout my career in the National Guard, will be there as my groomsmen. This is going to be a wonderful day I'm sure of it, and I would like to ask everyone to pray for me that it is, and more importantly to remember to pray for me and my fellow soldiers and families over the next year. I tell alot of people this one thing when they ask about how we survived driving the roads over there. Before every convoy, we would all meet in front of the first vehicle, and one of us would lead the group in a prayer. That's not something you see on the news, nor does the Army teach it when training soldiers how to drive the roads, but it was the tactic that I'm sure brought us home with no injuries in the whole company, and over a couple million miles on the road.
Now I'm sure my story doesn't sound too bad to some, there are plenty of soldiers out there who have it worse than me. But I just wanted to provide a real example of what soldiers go through in order to protect your rights and freedoms. As me and my family go through all of this, it angers me to hear that there are so many Americans that still have not registered to vote. Why? Am I leaving my family for nothing? Are there that many people out there that don't care for their rights? If you don't like your rights, join the military and you can learn to live with less of them. People it's not a hard process to register, and it would make soldiers that are away from their loved ones during the upcoming holidays feel much better about why they are gone. Also, if you don't vote, then what right do you have to complain about anything over the next 4 years? None. One thing I enjoy about this time and being in the military, is what other job do you know that gives you a chance to have a say in who your boss will be? That's why I'm going to vote.Oh, and regardless of which candidate gets picked, we've already been told that it won't affect me going to Iraq or not. I'm going no matter who gets elected."
~Sgt. Adam Rose
Nuff Said
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Get a Life!
I don't understand people. The uproar over the picture on a magazine cover of Angelina Jolie in which she is breastfeeding one of her children is silly. 1- the picture shows much less skin than when Jolie is photographed by the life-draining paparazzi. 2- there is nothing more natural than feeding your baby. 3- it is a very tasteful picture and isn't insulting at all. 4- have these people ever seen the "swim suit" issue of Sports Illustrated, not to mention the calendar???? Complain about that instead.
In case you want to see the pictures here is a link to a slide show. http://www.wmagazine.com/celebrities
In case you want to see the pictures here is a link to a slide show. http://www.wmagazine.com/celebrities
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Motherhood, Children and Poems
Jennifer has a wonderful entry on her blog about motherhood and how doing things for your family can sometimes keep you from having real time with your family. It made me think of a poem I had cross-stitched when my children were young and pretty much summed it up for me. This is what it said:
Cooking and cleaning can wait ‘till tomorrow.
For children grow up, I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
I’ve seen this poem with minor little changes, like settle down cobwebs or I’m nursing my baby, but the poem is essentially the same.
I decided to investigate and this is what I learned. The poem, Song for a Fifth Child, was written by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton and was first published in Ladies Home Journal in October 1958. Here it is in its entirety.
Song for a Fifth Child
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
While looking for the poem I found a different version that was listed as Author Unknown yet it is familiar enough to say it was inspired by Song for a Fifth Child.
I hope that my child, looking back on today,
remembers a mother who had time to play.
Children grow up when you're not looking,
there will be years ahead for cleaning and cooking.
So hush now cobwebs, dust - go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby cause babies don't keep.
Cooking and cleaning can wait ‘till tomorrow.
For children grow up, I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
I’ve seen this poem with minor little changes, like settle down cobwebs or I’m nursing my baby, but the poem is essentially the same.
I decided to investigate and this is what I learned. The poem, Song for a Fifth Child, was written by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton and was first published in Ladies Home Journal in October 1958. Here it is in its entirety.
Song for a Fifth Child
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
While looking for the poem I found a different version that was listed as Author Unknown yet it is familiar enough to say it was inspired by Song for a Fifth Child.
I hope that my child, looking back on today,
remembers a mother who had time to play.
Children grow up when you're not looking,
there will be years ahead for cleaning and cooking.
So hush now cobwebs, dust - go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby cause babies don't keep.
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