| Hope & Inspiration |  | | | He Lives On the Pond Where I Live |
Welcome everyone.
When one has the blessing of seeing the things that I see on a daily basis, it creates a greater lust for life. In a time when it seems very dark for Morgellons sufferers, it is important to remember that our Hope does not lie in the hands of the powers that be.
We thought it would be a good idea to dedicate a page on our site where inspiration, hope and smiles rule the day. If something here makes you laugh or cry, well that is fine too.
This bald eagle now resides in a tree near the pond where I live. When the pond is frozen, he hunts Northern Geese. Once the ice melts, I watch him catch fish. He is only one of many wondrous creatures that appear outside of my windows that provide me with entertainment, joy and sometimes awe.
A special thanks to my new neighbor Nelson who is a fantastic photographer, capturing pictures that do these animals justice.
In the not too distant future, we will be bringing you the story of Liverwurst (picture forthcoming), the red tailed hawk that first appeared on July 13, 2006 - the day they told me at the clinic that I had only months to live.
Upon making direct eye contact with the majestic bird, it became clear to me that my so called death sentence was not going to happen. He was and still is my inspiration to continue on, for I will always believe that he was a messenger from God.
Besides Liverwurst and the bald eagle who has yet to be named, I often see a female golden eagle nesting in a tree near the pond. As I write this, looking out toward the snow capped mountains to my West, I see a gray eagle perched atop the Hilton Inn searching the field below my window.
I look forward to the day when we will enjoy these sights together, holding hands as we gather around the pond to celebrate our lives being restored.
God Bless you all. Never, Never give up Hope!
Mel
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What's Outside Your Window?Coming Soon...
The story of Liverwurst!
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The True Measure of SuccessThe dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life.
One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, "What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?"
To stress his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?"
Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want to know what I make? (She paused for a second, then began...)
"Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor winner.
I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't make them sit for 5 without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental.
You want to know what I make? (She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table.)
I make kids wonder.
I make them question.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.
I teach them to write and then I make them write. Keyboarding isn't everything.
I make them read, read, read.
I make them show all their work in math. They use their God given brain, not the man-made calculator.
I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know about English while preserving their unique cultural identity.
I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.
I make my students stand, placing their hand over their heart to say the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag, One Nation Under God, because we live in the United States of America.
Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life. (Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.)
Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn't everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant.
You want to know what I make?
I MAKE A DIFFERENCE.
What do you make Mr. CEO?"
His jaw dropped, he went silent.
"Whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wants to be first among you must be a slave to all. For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many." (Mark 10:43-45)
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Hi Mel,
I wanted to share this picture of my fur baby, Buttons. She is 17 years young! Her Vet is simply amazed that she is so healthy, active and "young looking" for her age.
I believe the MMS has definitely contributed to her youthful appearance and health. When I started to show symptoms, I noticed that my dogs were itching a lot. Desperate, I started to give them MMS in their water bowls which has helped greatly. After an initial detox period, all my fur babies are full of energy and spunk. I have even noticed that Buttons' gray hair is slowly getting darker. I thought It was my imagination, but several people have noticed the same thing.
She and her siblings are on a combination of MMS, Grapefruit Seed Extract, several of the Logos products and some herbal supplements to address specific concerns.
Thanks for recommending that I watch the youtube video by Andreas Kalcker on MMS. He talks about how he gave MMS to his dog, before taking it himself and how the dog is doing fine with no complications from use. This video definitely helped me to decide to give MMS to my dogs and I am glad I did.
God Bless you and John B. for everything!
Theresa S.
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The BibleThis makes me want to leave a Bible laying open in my house all the time!
Ruth Graham did.
Did you know that...
When you carry the Bible, Satan has a headache.
When you open it, he collapses.
When he sees you reading it, he loses his strength.
AND when you stand on the Word of God, Satan can't hurt you?
God Bless You All
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No Greater LoveAfter a few of the usual Sunday evening hymns, the church's pastor slowly stood up and walked over to the pulpit.
Before he gave his sermon for the evening, he briefly introduced a guest minister who was in the service that evening. In the introduction, the pastor told the congregation that the guest minister was one of his dearest childhood friends, and that he wanted him to have a few moments to greet the church and share whatever he felt would be appropriate for the service.
With that, an elderly man stepped up to the pulpit and began to speak.
"A father, his son, and a friend of his son were sailing off the Pacific coast", he began.
"When a fast approaching storm blocked any attempt to get back to the shore. The waves were so high that even though the father was an experienced sailor, he could not keep the boat upright and the three were swept into the ocean as the boat capsized."
The old man hesitated for a moment, making eye contact with two teenagers who were, for the first time since the service began, looking somewhat interested in his story.
The aged minister continued with his story:
"Grabbing a rescue line, the father had to make the most excruciating decision of his life. To which boy would he throw the other end of the lifeline? He only had seconds to make the decision. The father knew that his son was a Christian, and he also knew that the son's friend was not.
The agony of his decision could not be matched by the torrent of waves.
As the father yelled out, "I love you son!" he threw out the lifeline to his son's friend. By the time the father had pulled the friend back to the capsized boat, his son had disappeared beneath the raging swells into the black of night.
His body was never recovered."
By this time, the two teenagers were sitting up straight in the pew, anxiously waiting for the next words to come out of the old minister's mouth.
"The father, he continued, "knew his son would step into eternity with Jesus and he could not bear the thought of his son's friend stepping into an eternity without Jesus. Therefore, he sacrificed his son's life to save the son's friend."
He continued, "How great is the love of God that He should do the same for us. Our heavenly father sacrificed his only begotten son that we could be saved. I urge you to accept his offer to rescue you and take hold of the life line He is throwing out to you in this service."
With that, the old man turned and sat back down in his chair as silence filled the room.
The pastor again walked slowly to the pulpit and delivered a brief sermon with an invitation at the end. However, no one responded to the appeal.
Within minutes after the service ended, the two teenagers were at the old man's side.
"That was a nice story", politely stated one of them, "but I don't think it was very realistic for a father to give up his only son's life in hopes that the other boy would become a Christian."
'Well, you've got a point there," the old man replied, glancing down at his worn bible. A big smile broadened his narrow face.
He once again looked up at the boys and said, "It sure isn't very realistic, is it?" But I'm standing here today to tell you that story gives me a glimpse of what it must have been like for God to give up his Son for me."
"YOU SEE... I WAS THAT FATHER AND YOUR PASTOR IS MY SON'S FRIEND."
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A Tale of Two MenThe choices we make have a powerful impact...
STORY NUMBER ONE
Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago . Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.
Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was Capone's lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.
To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well.. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.
Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.
Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object.
And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.
Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good example.
One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.
He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. But, he testified.
Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street . But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.
The poem read:
"The clock of life is wound but once,
and no man has the power,
to tell just when the hands will stop,
at late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own.
Live, love, toil with a will.
Place no faith in time,
For the clock may soon be still."
STORY NUMBER TWO
World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare.
He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.
One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank.
He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship.
His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.
As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet.
The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.
Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes.
Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.
Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly.
Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.
Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier.
Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft.
This took place on February 20, 1942 , and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor.
A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.
So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.
SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?
Butch O'Hare was "Easy Eddie's" son.
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