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We Turn Skeletons Into Goddesses

“We turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they might teach us how not to need.” ~ Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia ~

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The young girl in this grainy image from the past is me. It pains me to look at her/me because I know she is hiding a secret. She’s hiding more than one secret. She’s standing behind this bright red beach float to hide. To hide her secrets – (1) that she thinks she is grossly fat; and (2) she has an eating disorder. She has anorexia and this is not the thinnest she will ever be.

I was officially diagnosed about four years after this picture was taken. Back then I don’t think eating disorders were understood the way they are today. My weight dropped below 100 pounds. My therapist helped me to see that eating disorders can be about control.

I am the oldest child in a family of three girls. My baby sister is a special needs individual and has been all her life. It was sad to see the sorrow of two parents who love their girls the way my parents loved their girls. I know it had to be hard to realize their baby would not have the type of life their oldest two would. It was sad as a sister to see my baby sister have some of the struggles she’s had. They loved us all and taught us we were valuable.

I’m also a perfectionist and OCD. And, I married poorly the first time around. I won’t go into detail, but let’s just say he made Casper Milktoast look like the Man of Steel. So, a naive and somewhat innocent girl was forced into becoming a different person. Well, maybe and maybe it just made me stronger.

What it did do is make me never feel like I was enough.

I bet many of you understand what I’m saying…

So, of course, I became a person in which control had great meaning. I’m not talking the kind of control like mad-scientist-I’m-going-to-rule-the-world-control. I’m talking the kind of control I can have concerning my body and the world around me. Like I can count every calorie, every bite that goes into my mouth. I can choose not to eat for days and days. I can exercise all I want to – like 30 miles on my stationary bike and then go to the track and walk.

And, never, ever be out of control. Never. I have an aversion and fear of becoming addicted to anything. I’ve never been drunk and I am probably the last person on earth who has never – no, never, tried pot, weed, hashish or whatever you want to call it in any form. There, I said it.

Why am I telling you this now? Because I read a story today about a beautiful 18 year old girl named Brandy Vela who committed suicide in front of her parents and grandparents. Why? Because she was being mercilessly bullied by kids at her school who said she was fat.

God in heaven what kind of animals are we raising?

When we have kids driving an 18 year old child to suicide, we have more wrong in our society and more to worry about than BMI. It is that vapid, shallow mentality in our core societal beliefs that is turning us into gladiatorial animals as children.

And, what do you do with children who commit such vile acts? Right now, a Cersei-like  Game of Thrones Walk of Shame seems too good for these little creeps. Shame! Shame! Shame!

It has to stop.

We have to stop idolizing women who are size 0 as if this is some paragon of womanhood. We have to stop allowing momagers (mom/managers) from hawking their daughters like flesh and meat in the public market so they can become filthy rich off of our money. If we allow the selling of our daughters like that, how can we criticize other cultures who violate their daughters and women? We have to stop starving our children and sanctioning it via Federal government programs like lunch programs that leave our kids starving throughout the day.

Am I promoting poor health? Certainly not. Just common sense.

You see when I was struggling with my eating disorder, my best friend at the time weighed more than I did. Considerable more. But, she was far healthier. And, I never saw her as “less than”. She was a talented, wonderful, creative friend who became an oncologist nurse.

It is years later now. I am a terribly sick person – disabled. I’ve battled non-smoking lung cancer twice. I’d never lived with a smoker nor is there a history of it in my family. I have an aneurysm in my heart, autoimmune disorders, fibromyalgia, arthritis, hypothyroidism and other illnesses too many to number. Some of these cluster in my family – like the autoimmune disorders. But, I believe I did irreparable damage to my body and my health by starving myself with my eating disorder. I think I destroyed my metabolism. Just to try and be a skeletal goddess.

I recovered somewhat from my eating disorder and my weight “normalized”. I was always thin. But, as my health continued to fail I began to gain weight. My poor health, the medications and restrictions caused the weight gain – not the other way around. But, you see when people see me they don’t know that and they assume my poor health is due to my weight. Well, you know what they say about assuming. The one great thing about me? My blood sugar. That’s because I do know how to eat healthy.

I do get some bullying now because of my weight – societal bullying. I am not going to let that fall on me and accept it as my burden to carry.

There are some reasons. First, almost 13 years ago I remarried my Tall & Handsome who lets me know every day he loves me and I am beautiful. He lets me know I am enough – not only for him but also for the whole wide world. I am so glad I never gave up.

Take that bullies…

And, I refuse to let people who don’t know me define me. You do not walk in my shoes, you do not know my journey and God forbid you ever, ever have to know my battles.

To the young girls out there like the beautiful Brandy Vela, I say this to you. Prove your tormentors wrong. Sweet, beautiful child, you are so above them. This too will pass and one day you will realize your value and life will be worth your battles. I promise.

Your tormentors are skeletons – hallowed out shells. And, they try to turn other skeletons into goddess. Misery loves company.

But, guess what?  You my child are what we love, want, and need. You are our heart.

Stay with us.

Please.

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The Great Vacationless Class, by Beverly Hicks Burch

“By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.” ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh ~

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This morning while I was in the kitchen fixing Tall & Handsome a cup of coffee for his second birthday in less than a week, he quietly disappeared downstairs. When I came back to the bedroom I knew what he had done…he had gone to the kitchen downstairs where he had secreted these roses for Mother’s Day. There they sat in a vase with a wonderful, beautiful card next to them. That’s a great way  to start a day!

(I know you’re wondering about that “second birthday in a week” thing. A few years ago T & H lost his social security card and unbeknown to us the Social Security Administration changed his birthday by three days! So, now, officially, his birthday is three days earlier than he has celebrated for all of his life. But, once the government tells you when you birthday is, you just say, “yes, sir!” No arguing, regardless what your birth certificate says…) But, that is definitely a different story for a different time…

The last few Mother’s Days have been hard around here. T & H lost his mom in March 2011. I lost my beloved Aunt LaRue in June of 2012 so, this is my first Mother’s day without her.

Miss an aunt on Mother’s Day? Yes, she was so much more than an aunt. Friend, big sister, second mom sometimes, travel companion, late night phone companion (I can’t tell you how many place over the world she accidently called trying to call me…they always loved her Southern Tennessean accent and hated for her to hang up), fellow autoimmune warrior and the list could go one…

And, she was Mom’s last living sister. So, I know this Mother’s Day is hard for her, too. So alike in many ways and so different in many other ways, but you could tell they were definitely sisters. They were the oldest and the youngest.

But, I am blessed to have my Momma still with me this year.

Today’s quote stuck a note of familiarity with me. I am a mom and a step-mom; I have worked out side the home, and been a stay at home mom or as Anne Lindbergh said, a “housewife”. I prefer the term homemaker.

I’ve always said being a mom is the hardest, most important job in the world. As the home goes, so goes a nation…or so “they” say…

At this stage in my life, I feel like the filling in the Oreo…I’m in the middle. I can reflect on moms before me and moms coming up in today’s culture behind me. The common feature good moms of all generations share is: unconditional love and devotion for their kids.

I have a sweet young friend who is the mother of three precious young girls. My friend in her own right is talented, sweet, beautiful…an awesome person. She is like the daughter I would like to have had. When I see her girls, well, I know what an awesome mom she is. She is doing a great job! I know she has many vactionless days…but, she delights in her children…and I delight in her sweet presence…

My beautiful step-daughter is a single mom. She works incredibly long hours. And, she devouts equally long hours to her kids, supporting their endeavors and being a great mom. Yes, she is part of the vacationless class, but I know she wouldn’t trade her kids for one day of vacation. Knowing her, she’s find a way to arrange a vacation day with the kids…

Juanita, Korrine & LaRue

When I look at each of these three awesome ladies, I know how young they were and from my place in time I can look back and see what wonderful, self-sacrificing moms they are and were. And each one of them had a profound effect on my life…mainly by loving me and believing in me.

The first beauty on the left is my sweet little Momma. She raised three daughters. One still lives at home and has profound disabilities. Mom has had many vacationless days in her life. But, she impressed upon us to be classy, yet have our own brand of spirit and spunk. When the ex walked out she encourage me to move on and not let what had happened to hold me back. When I found T & H, she recognized his qualities and said he was head and shoulders over a certain someone from my past.

She encouraged individuality, creativity and along with Daddy, education. Both my parents are voracious readers, so I had my own “library” before I could walk. We were never “baby talked” and my parents swear I started talking in sentences. T & H loves the fact that he has a wife that not only knows how to cook, but does it well…and he owes that to my Momma who found a way to teach me to cook and make it fun. Momma was the “artistic” sister.

Momma was like a lioness when it came to her “babies”…she would have fought the devil himself for her kids. So, any “time off” Daddy could talk her into…she has deserved.

My Aunt Korinne is the second beauty in the picture. She was an elementary school teacher and every little boy fell in love with her. She was a single mom in an era when there weren’t many around and there was very little support for single moms. That is really vactionless times! She had a son she was devoted to, yet she had time for her oldest niece…from the day I was born. I spent at least two weeks every summer with her once I was about middle school age. We had great fun. She took me to see Gone with the Wind at a theater, took me to my first pizza parlor, stayed up late night talking to me like a best friend, encouraged my writing and warned me about the wrong type of guy…I wish I had paid more attention on that last topic…

Of course, the last beauty in the picture is my Aunt LaRue.

I tend to agree with Anne Lindbergh. She seems to have been a wise woman. If you are a mom there are carpools, fevered headed, meals, groceries, laundry, diapers, school and everything else that goes along with raising your child. Even then you will never stop worrying, never stop caring and never stop loving…even after they are grown…

No, there is no vacation from being a Mom…ever…we are the great vacationless class…but, we have really big pay-off…

It’s called love…

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We May Pass Contentment Looking for Victory, by Beverly Hick Burch

“We may pass the violets looking for the roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.” ~ Bern Williams ~

wild violets

Who doesn’t love roses? We all pretty much love the luscious bloom of a rose and the wonderful, heady fragrance it offers us.

But, when we walk toward those roses with tunnel vision, what else are we missing? In our quest for the Japanese Maple do we forget to consider the Monkey Puzzle tree, or the Harry Walking Stick tree or better yet the Burning Bush.

And, what rainbow of flowers and colors do we pass over when searching out only one thing? Do we miss the purple coneflower, the blanket flower, the blue bonnets…

…or even the simple wild violet…

Life is so like that. We get so busy being busy. We have to be busy. We have to do this and do that. Heaven help us should we have spare time on our hands…there just must be something wrong with us…we mustn’t be “doing enough”.

I was much like that when I was younger…so OCD, so this, so that. And, now looking back, I wonder how much of that affected my health. Did my busyness to victory trigger my myriad of autoimmune illnesses? How about my lung cancer? I’d never smoked nor lived with a smoker and had none of the risk factors for lung cancer.

Then, there was the anorexia…that was a race to some kind of warped victory and I can promise you there wasn’t a whole lot of contentment in that self-torture.

So, why do we do it?

There were two recent “ah ha” moments that brought this to my mind…

First, the simple, sweet quietness and beauty of these wild violets. Almost hidden, but determined to shine nonetheless and fulfill their purpose in a quiet, contented way.

Then, this past weekend I attended my niece’s dance recital. It was, at times, organized chaos, but it was beautiful. Tiny little girls taking beginner steps into grace and beauty.

The theme of the recital was built around the sea, the creatures in the sea and the beach. My niece’s group was “brisk wind”. At one point each little girl held a cloud in her hand and waved it around, signifying “brisk wind”. I can tell you this, my niece was the briskest, “bestest” brisk wind on the stage. It was beautiful…she was beautiful…

There was no race for victory there…just delight and contentment…

Just as it should be…

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My beautiful, bestest “brisk wind” niece, second from the right

“Whoever then humbles himself as this child, he is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 18:4

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They’re all Princesses. Didn’t Your Father Tell You That?, by Beverly Hicks Burch

“ I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren’t pretty, or smart, or young. They’re still princesses. All of us. Didn’t your father tell you that? Didn’t he?” ~ Sara Crewe, A Little Princess, 1995 ~

Every Little Girl is a Princess

What little girl hasn’t dreamed of being a princess? It is the quintessential day dream of most little girls.

I really love today’s quote, because I think it encapsulates the true meaning of “being a princess”. So many time when we hear the word princess we cringe because it brings to mind horrible images. Tiny “mean girls” pitching tyrannical fits just to get their way or get what they want. Little “Snookies” in the making…

But, that’s not what is really means…

For me, it’s about love…and confidence…

There are so many “pearls of wisdom” about children and child raising, but I have a few favorite ones and few observations I’ve made of my own. Years ago I read about the “coins of worth”. How some children seem to be valued in society more than others because of “certain coins of worth”.

Those “coins” could be beauty, intelligence, talent, personality or any other shining quality we tend to try and cultivate in kids. But, the plain simple truth is: each child…each little girl is a rare coin of tremendous value…no matter what…period…

Another thing I read one time is this: One of the most precious gifts a father can give his children is to love their mother…

…I would extend that to say: “One of the most precious gifts a dad can give his daughter is to be a demonstratively loving father.”

I have been blessed on all those accounts. I have seen my mentally and physically challenged sister loved as if she was a coin of the rarest quality and beauty. My daddy has loved my momma for 60+ years giving the three of us girls a fine example of a good man. As a result, I am not “male cynical” even after going through a divorce that felt like I was being dragged through a pine knot backwards. I like guys, probably because I like my daddy. My daddy has been a loving, involved dad. We even jokingly call him our Jewish momma because of his tendency to worry over us. In my daddy’s eyes, we could do anything we wanted to do if we set our minds to it.

That, my friends, is giving you kids “coinage”…

I became an aunt for the first time a few years ago. And, when I did I discovered what my two loving aunts had known for years…there’s nothing like a niece. She is a princess in you eyes…And, like my aunts did for me, I hope to show them they have all the coins in the world to be the best princesses ever…no matter when, no matter where, no matter what, no matter how old…

Because, it’s true, no matter how old you are, you can still be a princess…I am a grown woman with a grown child, but to this day my Daddy still calls me his “little Texas girl”.

That’s close enough to being a princess for me…

© 2012 Beverly Hicks Burch All Rights Reserved.

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And, What Would Justice Be? by Beverly Hicks Burch

“For Children are innocent and love justice, while most of us are wicked and naturally prefer mercy.” ~ G. K. Chesterton: ‘The Coloured Lands’ ~

Eleven days before Christmas 27 bodies lay dead after a gruesome shooting at an elementary school in Newton, CT. Twenty of the little bodies were innocent children ranging in ages from 5 to 10 years old, slaughtered like sheep by an angry, evil wild beast. The other seven bodies included 6 adults, one the school principal and the murderer who turned a gun on himself after he had finished his gruesome task. Down the road in a deathly quiet home lay the body of the shooter’s first victim, his own mother.

Just what will be justice in this tragedy? And, God help us, what will be the mercy?

The shooter is dead, so there will be no justice there. Fortunately we are not like some countries where known relatives would be dragged out of their homes to pay for the sins of the perpetrator. The mercy for the children? That they knew little suffering. The mercy now is for their suffering families.

On the very same day, in the village of Chenpeng, Henan province, China a 36 year old man carrying a knife slashed 22 children and one adult at the gate of an elementary school. In recent years, attacks on children especially in schools have been on the rise. In 2010 a man in eastern China went into a kindergarten classroom and slashed 28 children and two teachers.

Why and how, you may be asking can this occur in a country like China? A country that is oppressed by communism and isn’t known for liberal gun ownership laws. The why seems to be related to people losing their jobs and feeling left out of any economic boom that might be going on in the country. The obvious how is with knives, but there is a much more sinister how underneath all of these murders and incidents. That particular how is the evil that lives in the Godless heart of mankind.

No matter where the evil lies, there will always be instruments on hand for mankind to carry out their plots of chaos. In Salem it was stakes, fire and crushing people between heavy stones, in Nazi Germany it was death camps of unspeakable horrors. Chechen rebels used a theater and gas as their path to carnage. No matter what you take away from the innocent to protect themselves with, evil will find a way to reign down destruction and horror on the unprotected innocent.

My heart aches for these 42 angels of Friday’s carnage…20 in the USA and 22 in China. I think Lord Alfred Tennyson said it best, so to paraphrase him, “God’s finger touched them, and they slept.”

We have to do a better job of protecting our children…our future. That is where to begin with the mercy…and where our morning light lies…

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.” ~ Jean Giraudoux ~

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Pixie Dust, by Beverly Hicks Burch

There is a little girl who is the joy of my life. Her name is Abbi and she is my adorable niece. I prayed a long time to be an aunt and now that I am, I am gobsmacked as the Brits would say. It must be Pixie dust.  When Abbi says Aunt Bev I start to melt and when she calls Tall & Handsome Aunt Reg (Uncle is still a very hard word to say don’t you know)…well, there’s absolutely nothing left of me. Smile (And, he is a very good sport for so many reasons. Number one, he raised a little girl and has a soft spot for little girls, number two his grandkids lovingly call him Angrad and number three my mentally disabled sister has called him Uncle Bill on occasion…where that one came from we’re all still trying to sort out.)

My little sugarplum had a birthday earlier this month. She has discovered Tinkerbell and fairies. So what’s a good aunt to do but indulge, of course?! So, Timkerbell she is with wings and pixie dust and everything…

All I can say is, “Oh what wonderful, adorable, sweet, innocent fun!” We should all be so lucky!!

getting ready for take off

Suiting up for Tinkerbell duty

magic slippers

Magic Slippers

 

pixie performance

Pixie Performance

tiptoes

Graceful Tiptoes

total delight

Pure Delight

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Absolutely Fabulous, by Beverly Hicks Burch

Aunt Bev where is Aunt Reg

This is my niece Abbi who has put AbFab back into absolutely fabulous. This little girl make me wish I could live to be 110.

Abbi is becoming a delightful little chatterbox. I’m Aunt “Bef”…she could call me Spot and I’d be happy as long as she’d love me and let me delight in her presence. There is nothing like the sweetness and laughter of a child and Abbi has that tenfold. Right now the word “uncle” is a whopper to spit out for a two year old so my Tall & Handsome is “Aunt Reggie” SmileNow who could complain with that?

I look at that sweet face and I almost expect her to ask, “Aunt Bef, where’s Aunt Reggie?”

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Twas the Night Before Christmas 2010, by Beverly Hicks Burch

There nothing like the laughter of children to bring home the specialness of the season that Christmas is…after all Christmas started with the birth of a Child.

This year we have a little lump of sugar in our family that just melts our hearts and makes us thankful there is a God in Heaven who watches out for each and every one of us. He watched over her and brought her safely to our family so we could hear the joy of a child’s laughter (for instance like grown ups doing the silliest things like when Aunt Bev used her napkin as a matching bib and then Granddad followed suit! Before long Abbi had us all in matching napkin bibs while she was cackling with laughter so sweet it made you want to cry.)

Merry Christmas everyone! Hope yours is as sweet as ours!

Twas the NIght Before Christmas 2010 B

Twas the Night Before Christmas 2010 A

Little Miss Cancy Cane 2010

Little Miss Candy Cane 2010

 

Too cute

Aunt Bev refused to be seen with a carrot in her mouth….why I don’t know *shrug*…

 

What's Under the Tree

What’s under the tree?

Granddad waht's in that big green box

Granddadd, what’s in the Big Green box?!

Now it's time to set the table

Time to set the table…

One lump or two

One lump or two…

Tea for Two

Tea for Two…

Tech Girls Rock

Tech Girls Rock!

Mutual aDoration Society going here

Mutual aDoration society…

The wonders of owning your first home

The wonders of 1st time home ownership…

Merry Christmas Aunt Yvon

Merry Christmas Aunt Yvon!

Uncle Reggie you really should see this

Uncle Reggie you really should see this!!

Our Little Sugar Plum

Our little Miss Sugar Plum…

 

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Heartbreak at Christmas, by Beverly Hicks Burch

Heartbreak at Christmas

By Beverly Hicks Burch

There must have been an almost deafening silence after an explosion and collision of sounds of metal grinding against metal, glass shattering and tires squealing. And in the aftermath of that collision one little angel laid thrown from the mangled vehicle and the other was battered and bruised inside with the lifeless body of her once vibrant and adoring mother.

What happened…how could this happen? These were the questions I asked myself Friday afternoon after I took a phone call from my little Momma. I could tell by the sound of her voice that something was amiss.

She had called earlier in the day with the news that the Christmas Day order from Honeybaked Ham had arrived totally wrong and mismatched with what she and Daddy had ordered. On top of that Honeybaked had no intentions of rectifying the wrong. So, the family network had to go into gear to put Christmas dinner back on track.

But, this call was different… T & H and I were downstairs working, unpacking trying to get that space put slowly into something that resembles normal. First, Mom gave me an update on Christmas dinner, but then she asked where Tall & Handsome was. That was odd, and when I told her he was right there with me and asked why she wanted to know she got very, very quiet. Finally she said, “I have some bad, bad, bad news.”

“Oh dear God”, I thought. One of them is terminally ill.

“Momma, what’s wrong?”

“Honey, there was a bad wreck Wednesday evening and Mandy was killed.”

And, there it was…heartbreak at Christmas. I was instantly sick to my stomach. Mom had few details except that Mandy was dead and the kids were hurt and one of them had been airlifted to the hospital. The proverbial rain kept pouring because at the hospital when a MRI was perform on the son prior to his proposed released, a tumor was found on the little fellow’s brain. How much can a family take? And why now?!

Later in the day more details began to unfold. Mandy was lost almost immediately at the scene…her injuries were just that severe. The little boy was thrown from the car but blessedly the injuries were non-life threatening…there was just the new found tumor to deal with. The daughter sustained bumps, bruises and a black eye…and I’m sure a tattered heart and spirit.

Mandy was almost a month past her 34th birthday. Way too young to leave this world. Things like this are called “accidents”…a pickup truck plows into a small four door sedan loaded with a young Mom and two young children…and changes lives forever. It just seems like there should be a better word than “accident”.

I met Mandy about 10 years ago when she was engaged to and married my son’s best friend…the guy I called my red-headed step child for years. Mandy and I were close for years and she was there for me in some difficult times…when Gomez left. She saw bruises he left on my neck and shoulders and she saw what he put me through.

I was there when she found out she was expecting her first child…and when that baby was born. There was many a night when the three of them came over for dinner and just a fun evening. Mandy felt comfortable enough to visit in the winter in her comfy PJ’s. We would sit in front of the fire place, prop our feet up on the hearth and bare our souls with girl talk. She was there when I met T & H.

She started her career as a stylist and wherever I’ve lived, I’ve always said Mandy was the only one that could give me a really good haircut. But, she was so much more than that. She was brighter and smarter than she realized…and I made a point in telling her that whenever I could. I could tell she was a budding computer techie and was able to give her a computer I no longer needed. Just as I suspected she exceeded what many expected…

Mandy was vibrant, happy, cheerful, loved her kids and loved her God. And, there is a hole in many, many people’s lives today.

On Saturday people gathered to celebrate her life…and they did, but sometimes in grief people do things that are unexplainable…otherwise, why would they try to tear families apart?

I saw this very thing happen in 1973 when my own much beloved aunt died in August of that year in yet another “accident”. She was taking her middle school teen Sunday School class to Six Flags Over Georgia. There were several carloads going that hot August day. My aunt’s car was loaded with five teens. Her son was traveling in another car. That was a blessing in disguise because a tractor trailer truck inexplicably hit my aunt’s car killing her and four of those teens. Not only did her son witness her death, but even today as an adult he suffers from the turmoil of custody issues. Nothing good comes from situations born in anger…

Mandy and I had grown apart and lost touch over the years other than an occasional “howdy” through MySpace. T & H and I have made about six work related moves. Mandy moved a few times and went through some pretty intense personal stuff herself. Knowing her I can’t help but feel she would be extremely troubled by this heartbreak at Christmas. Somehow I think Mandy would be more inclined to heed the words of Solomon:

Trust in the LORD with all your heart And do not lean on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He will make your paths straight.
Do not be wise in your own eyes; Fear the LORD and turn away from evil.
It will be healing to your body And refreshment to your bones.

Proverbs 3:5-8 NASB

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Insurer Changes Mind: Fat Baby to Get Health Coverage – Children’s Health – FOXNews.com

Insurer Changes Mind: Fat Baby to Get Health Coverage – Children’s Health – FOXNews.com

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In a time when healthcare and healthcare reform is a hot topic I can’t believe such a Dilbert insurance company would do something as stupid as deny a four month old baby healthcare because of baby fat!!

Maybe this is the norm for Colorado where political correctness can run amok. This is what is expected by today’s “food Nazis”…that everyone is so pencil thin they’re waifish looking. Just imagine…in Colorado the Columbine killers were off the radar because they were thin “normal” kids…but some were chubby little kids…and babies were being denied healthcare. Some how, some way our priorities got way screwed up.

Give me a break!

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