Life's Mysteries...lessons...and giftsJo Walker (122)    What is Going On With Kids Today???Posted Thursday, October 11, 2007 (286 days 14 hours ago.) Viewed 90 times. Skipping school, smoking, drinking, doing drugs! Getting expelled, and returning to school with a gun and shooting your teacher!! For crying out loud! Where did we all go wrong? Is there any one thing or person that can be blamed for the mess our kids are in today? Oh, you can say "It's the parent's fault." But, what if the parent has done everything they can do without violating the Child abuse laws, and they are also at a total loss of how to get their kid under control? Who then? The government that stepped in and removed prayer from school, and started telling kids in the class room, "You are an individual and you have rights! You do not have to be under your parent's thumb!" ? (And yes, I have dealt with teachers who have told my children that!) Perhaps the CPS director that decided in order to stop all the child abuse, we will give more control to the kids and make more laws restraining the parents authority. Who knows? Who can we put at the end of the pointing finger of blame? I see kids who have more than I ever had when I was young, yet they have No gratitude, No respect, and they carry themselves with a demanding attitude, of "You owe me and you better pay up!" Real Teachers really have no control in the classrooms anymore. Parents have no more control in their homes! Kids today are prompted to pick up the phone and call CPS if your mom and dad are being mean to you. Come on! I grew up old school, if we did something wrong, we got the belt, or the paddle, or the handle of a brush, or momma's favorite..the switch! We didn't mess up that much. And talk back?? Not in my house we didn't. If we did, we got the back of a hand, or a bar of lye soap was used to wash our mouth out. It was a simple rule...You did bad, you got worse. If you used foul language, you got your mouth washed out and it did not taste good! If you were disrespectful or yelled something stupid at mom or dad, you got back handed so hard you picked yourself up in the next county! Frankly, I don't think I turned out to bad! What did I learn at the hand of what today would be deemed child abuse? I learned: Respect your elders! Do not use inappropriate language! Don't hit your brother! Don't touch the hot stove! (It burns when you do) , If you want something, Work for it! Don't get me wrong, I DO NOT condone child abuse. But, I am a firm believer in the Bible adage of "Spare the rod, spoil the child" Justs look at what our youth is becoming. Granted a majority of the kids are great, and they respect the rules of society. But there are quite a few of the kids who have no idea what it means to be a good member of society. They have no appreciation of what is available to them if they work for it, they EXPECT it to be given to them. And here lately, I have seen a number of them that feel if you won't give it, then they will take it. Oh for the good old days, when parents had control of the home, and real teachers had control of the classroom, and students went to school and actually learned at least the basics of what it takes to become an upstanding citizen. 
Permalink Comments (0) I Want To DreamPosted Wednesday, October 10, 2007 (287 days 13 hours ago.) Viewed 38 times. Dreams that live when darkness falls- Through ghostly wisps-the heart calls. "Come, enjoy, relax, let go- It's time to sleep, enjoy the show." No matter how the day has been- a joyful dream brings a good end. You can go where you want to go- in dream world, you have control. Oh to sleep, just close my eyes- to go to this world where no one cries. To get away from what I fear- just to sleep, with memories dear. Dreaming is a way to get away from the world, and just enjoy yourself. As I state in the poem, when dreaming, you have control, and you can change it to anything you want. When you realize that you are dreaming, you can, at any given moment, change the scenery, the characters, and the outcome. I have discovered with dreaming, that when you get into it, you can make your dreams come true. Dreaming about something in a positive way, will enable the universe to start sending all the elements in your direction to make those dreams a reality. A notebook by the bed to write down your dreams when you wake up is a very handy thing to keep. You can reread your dream just before you go to bed, and make whatever changes you want. this type of dream therapy has helped me to make some drastic changes in my life. If you try it, I pray that it hepls you as well. May God Bless and Keep you and yours!
Permalink Comments (3) Some People Just CAN'T Lie...Posted Friday, September 28, 2007 (299 days 17 hours ago.) Viewed 771 times. I was not fortunate enough to ever know my Uncle Dale personally, but he left behind a legacy, so to speak, that many people remembered. Uncle Dale was a unique man. He married young to a lady who I will refrain from mentioning, and they divorced a short while later due to his behavior. But, it wasn't because he was liar. Uncle Dale could not lie if his life depended on it. And his inability to lie often got him into quite a bit of trouble. He lived with his mother and father in Ft. Sumner, NM. Which, if you have ever been that way, it is only known for the Billy Kid Museum, not much else. Clovis is to the east and that is where, during his day, you had to go if you wanted to buy groceries, or go to the honky tonks, or as he was famous for doing, visit the local brothel. The Clovis police department was small back then, I think they had maybe three patrol officers, 1 dispatcher , who also doubled as the jailer, and the Chief. One of Uncle Dale's favorite pastimes was to intentionally drive them all nuts. Musical horns came out on the market and Uncle Dale had one. He attached it to his car , knowing full well, that the city had outlawed them. He would drive to the north end of town and play Revilrie and while the officers headed that way, intent on arresting him, he would quickly drive to the south end of town and play taps. He would keep them busy for quite a while, sometimes stopping and hiding on top of on e of the buildings downtown, just to watch them trying to find him. The key for the police to make an arrest was, catch the offender in the act, have a witness, or a confession. Frustrated, and a bit angry, that they could not catch him red-handed, they decided that they would talk to some of the town folk and get one of them to file a complaint. Not a good idea. Most all of the people in Clovis loved my Uncle Dale and they would never turn him in. Everyone they talked to gave the same answer, "I don't know anything about it. Sorry, can't help ya!". After a day of interviewing people and trying to convince them to see things the way they did, one of the officers ran into Uncle Dale at the local diner. From the stories that I have been told, I can see the conversation going something like this: Officer: (Standing tall and authoritative) "Mr. Walker, I know that you are the one blowing that horn here in town. One of these days, I am going to catch you." Uncle Dale: (Sipping his coffee and taking a drag off his cigarette) "Uh huh.. Officer: "You know that I WILL Dale." Uncle Dale: (Scratching his cheek) "Yup"... Officer: (Sitting down at the table): "Dale, what is it gonna take to get you to either come clean, or stop breaking the law of this city?" Uncle Dale: (Leaning back in the booth, and taking a long drag off his cigarette) "You ain't asking the right question." The officer looked at him befuddled, and said: "What?" Uncle Dale got up from the table and as he laid his money down for the tip, grinned at the officer and repeated: "You ain't asking the right questions." Then he walked toward the door. The officer got up and turned to follow him, "Dale! What do you mean, I ain't asking the right questions?" Dale just smiled and walked on out of the diner, with the officer on his tail. The officer caught up to him and as they walked, he was running their conversation through his mind, still trying to figure out what the right question would be, when it dawned on him: "Dale, are you the one that has been blowing that crazy horn and running us ragged?" Uncle Dale looked at him, and grinned, "Yup, was wondering when you you'd ask?" Uncle Dale was arrested and his musical horn was confiscated, and he spent three days in jail. Instead of spending all of their time chasing around, all they had to do was go up and ask him. As I said, Uncle Dale couldn't lie, and he wouldn't lie, but he wouldn't volunteer information. You just had to ask the right questions. Uncle Dale, as I said was a unique man, he served in the war and was a prisoner for three years before returning home. When he passed away, there was not enough room in any church to accommodate the many mourners who came to pay their last respects. From townsfolk, to law enforcement, judges, and ladies of the evening, they were all there. A scoundrel, yet a gentleman, he would never hurt another soul intentionally, except for the German officer he had to kill in order to escape the POW camp,,,and most importantly, He would NEVER tell a lie.
Permalink Comments (4) Odessa Police Department Loses Two Officers to ShootingPosted Tuesday, September 11, 2007 (316 days 17 hours ago.) Viewed 299 times. Saturday night, Sept. 8, the Odessa Police Department responded to a domestic dispute. What started as a routine call turned into the deadliest in the history of the Odessa police department. Everyday, in every city across the United States, a police officer will respond to what appears to be a routine assignment only to find their life or the lives of others at a peril. Is gun control the answer? No, because then only the bad guys will have the guns. Is counseling the answer? Who's to say? How can you get everyone to go see someone or to talk to someone about what is bothering them before they finally snap? The man involved in the shooting deaths of these officers was relatively quite guy, drank a few beers, enjoyed hunting, Nascar, football, etc. But, on this fateful night, something inside this man just clicked. When the police arrived, his wife, who had called 911 was found and she told them he had hit her, and that the front door was locked, but they could go in through the back door. As the officers entered the yard, the man stepped out and began to open fire, killing two and injuring one, who is presently on life support in a Lubbock hospital. What happened?? Can anyone one of us even come close to understanding what was going on in this man's mind that would cause him to strike his wife and kill two men? I don' think so. The entire community of Odessa, Texas and the surrounding cities, including Midland, whose police, and sheriff's department responded to assist, is reeling with disbelief and pain. The news media call these men "Fallen Heroes", and to that I give them credit. We must remember, not only those who have fallen, but those who everyday, put on the uniform of peace officer and go out to do their jobs. In Midland, Texas, we have had three shooting where the suspect was killed, and the ACLU stepped in to cry foul, racial shootings with no provocation! HOGWASH! In all three incidents, the police responded as they have been trained to do. Where is the ACLU now?? The man who killed the officers was white, your average Joe so to speak. The officers, two dead, both white, and the one injured, Hispanic. The majority of Americans today cry foul when a perpetrator is shot and killed in the commission of a crime, and they want justice, crying for the arrest of the officer, saying unnecessary force was used. I can only shake my head in disbelief of their ignorance! As a Concealed Handgun Licensee, I know the effects of pulling my gun, and I also know, that at that moment in time, I am the only one who knows what I am thinking and feeling before I pull the trigger. I exercise a multitude of considerations in a split second prior to even pulling the gun from it's holster. I am not a police officer, but I can only guess the multitude of things that run through their minds at any given moment in time. I applaud them for the job they do, I could not do it, every day as they do. Today, when you step out to go about your daily duties, should you happen upon a police officer, stop for a moment and take the time to tell them "thank you!". Just as our soldiers are fighting to keep our streets free from terrorist, your local police officer, sheriff deputy or DPS officer, is fighting to keep you and your safe from the elements that insist on preying on fellow humans. they deserve our respect and our gratitude. God be with the families of the fallen policemen of Odessa, Texas and other cities in America. We thank you all for your service to our community.
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