Anything is Possible!

With Hope, Faith, and Perseverance


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A New Purpose for an Old Building

A historic building, formerly known as St. Anthony’s Hospital in Milwaukee, will be transformed into 60 supportive housing units where people can get medical care and help toward independence.

I love it when old buildings are re-purposed instead of torn down.

Here’s a short video about the project:

 

This article gives more on this story:

https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/former-hospital-will-soon-cure-homeless-transforms-60-housing-units/

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This week’s awesome stories from Brad offer inspiration, hope, and wisdom for dealing with life’s challenges. Please visit “Writing to Freedom.”

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This week Awesome Stories brings you true grit, young leaders, and the divine dance.

True Grit

Tatyana McFadden‘s life reflects an amazing determination or what used to be called grit. Tatyana was born with spina bifida, paralyzed below the waist, and given up by her birth mother who couldn’t support her. While living in an orphanage in Russia, Tatyana met Deborah McFadden who was on a business trip to Russia visiting orphanages for the US Health Department. The two felt an instant connection that led to her adoption. Once in the US, Tatyana experimented with sports to build strength, then settled on wheelchair racing with dreams of being a star athlete. Tatyana is now the most decorated Paralympic athlete in history with 17 medals in Summer Paralympics and numerous world records. She uses her success to serve and inspire other people to live their dreams.

Young Leaders

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A Well Armed Veteran

Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt is “arm,” brought to you by Linda Hill. You can read all about SoCS at: https://lindaghill.com/2017/11/10/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-11-17/ 

In dress blues (2)

Early 1950’s ?

My dad was well armed. But he wasn’t in the army. He was a marine. For 20 years. He served in Korea and Vietnam and was wounded in both wars. But I’m sure it wasn’t because he was disarmed. My dad was a gunny in Vietnam. They gave him his own platoon to lead, a duty usually assigned to officers.

It’s ironic now that I have two of his guns in my house. Me, who is all into peace and even worked for peace in my younger years. When Dad died in January, his awesomely helpful neighbor secured four guns he found in my dad’s house until I could take them. There was a shotgun, a 22, a 30 caliber rifle like the one Dad used in Vietnam, and a pistol. That’s more than I ever knew about guns before I became the owner of these four.

With help from a friend who knows guns, we sold the shotgun and gave away the good rifle, and still have the 22 and the pistol. I can hardly believe we are planning to keep the pistol and take a class about how to use it. It’s only because it belonged to my father.

When I was in my early 20s, a boyfriend bought a pistol and took me to the target practice place of some kind with him. I thought I might practice shooting it. But when he fired the gun at the target, the noise was so loud, something clicked in me – fear that I had not expected. I couldn’t even bring myself to hold the gun.

But back to my dad. In my later years, I came to respect and admire him. I miss him, but know he is where he wants to be, with Mom, Jesus and the rest, singing and praising and probably doing some kind of volunteer work, cause that’s what my parents did.

Dad in raincoat at rehab (3)

Dad was well armed, but not just with guns and rifles. He was armed with courage, integrity, ingenuity, and perseverance. I could go on and on about him. But I’ll never forget the time when I was in 5th grade and got into a “fight” with a girl on the way home from school. It was right before Dad went to Vietnam. When I got home, he must have seen the tear trails on my face. I wasn’t hurt physically. It wasn’t much of a fight, but it had been scary. Dad pulled me into his lap, and held me in his recliner. I have never felt so safe and loved as that afternoon in my father’s arms.

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That’s me on the right and my sister on the left. 7 years before the “fight” in fifth grade.

(You can read more about my dad in my book.)

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Here are the rules of Stream of Consciousness Saturday:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!


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Just Another Wave of Grief

April Evening Wave

 

I used to be good at math.

Now, the numbers get tangled up

With tax brackets and grief

Falling from my family tree

To cover the ground

Like dried up stars.

I have so much to be thankful for.

So much to be thankful for.

So much to be thankful for:

A good man who loves me

Who came before my father died,

That retirement gives me time

To deal with all this….

Is this just another wave of grief?

Holidays on the horizon?

Feeling my feelings more easily?

Now that I don’t have to be strong

All the time?

Is it just grief and the new role

as the senior family member

Against the backdrop of

All I have to be thankful for.

All I have to be thankful for.

All I have to be thankful for.

It must be time for a gratitude list.

(I started writing this Monday night and feel better now with some perspective.)

 


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Sharing the Goods

I hope you enjoy these two videos of trick or treaters caught placing candy in empty bowls. The first boy does a trick before he comes back to share.

 

Friends let Lawrence know he’d been caught on camera Halloween night. He was dressed as the grim reaper which just goes to show that costumes don’t always show what someone’s like in real life.

 

 

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The unthinkable happened…

Praying for wisdom, healing, and for the peace that passes all understanding to comfort those who grieve.

Sacred Touches

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The unthinkable happened again today, this time in a small church in Texas. It was yet another act of crude violence carried out in absolute incoherence and in an absurd want of meaning to borrow part of a line by Oscar Wilde. And as always it leaves us heartbroken in its wake. So tonight, I, as are the families who suffered losses in this senseless act of mayhem, struggle for answers and ways to regain our equilibrium. May none of us be shaken in our faith and may we continue to cling to what we know is true, what is tried, and what is indestructible, the Lord God Almighty. Please pray for the families torn by this heinous attack and for the world at large for peace can only come if and when we come together as one and let peace begin with each and every one of us in…

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