Our most Holy and Righteous Father, We are indeed thankful for the privileges of this day. We are thankful for the food you’ve set before us, and we are thankful Heavenly Father for all of the blessings thou hath bestowed upon us. We pray that thou will be with us thru this day. May the things we say and do be pleasing unto thee. Help us Lord that we may live in the way of the Righteous Spirit. Give us the knowledge that we may understand the word. We ask you to bless our homes and bless our loved ones. Comfort those who are in need. Sanctify this food for the nourishment of our bodies and we’ll give you the praise, in Jesus’ name, Amen.
My Grandpa Coleman said this every morning, until the day he died. Oct 12, 1982. You were not allowed to start your breakfast with out this prayer. It is one of the many
things that made him so special to me!
You're a 19-year-old kid. You're critically wounded and dying in the jungle in the Ia Drang Valley, 11-14-1965, LZ X-ray, Vietnam. Your infantry unit is outnumbered 8-1 and the enemy fire is so intense, from 100 or 200 yards away, that your own Infantry Commander has ordered the MediVac helicopters to stop coming in.
You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns, and you know you're not getting out. Your family is half way around the world, 12,000 miles away and you'll never see them again. As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is the day.
Then, over the machine gun noise, you faintly hear that sound of a helicopter and you look up to see an unarmed Huey, but it doesn't seem real because no Medi-Vac markings are on it.
Ed Freeman is coming for you. He's not Medi-Vac, so it's not his job, but he's flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire, after the Medi-Vacs were ordered not to come.
He's coming anyway.
And he drops it in and sits there in the machine gun fire as they load 2 or 3 of you on board.
Then he flies you up and out, through the gunfire to the doctors and nurses.
And he kept coming back, 13 more times, and took about 30 of you and your buddies out, who would never have gotten out.
Medal of Honor Recipient Ed Freeman died on Wednesday, March 25th, 2009, at the age of 80, in Boise, ID. May God rest his soul.
Medal of Honor Winner
Since the media didn't give him the coverage he deserves, send this to every red-blooded American you know.
THANKS AGAIN, ED, FOR WHAT YOU DID FOR OUR COUNTRY.
My life it my husband and children. I have a very large family. My Dad had 6 brother, and 2 sister. My mother had 3 sister and 1 brother. Most all of my Dad's side still lives in the same small town I live in now or close by. I think the last count I took was, 58 grandchildren (my generation), 54 great grand children (my kids). And I honestly can't tell you how many great grteat grand children.
So my cousins are like sisters to me. That is why you see so many different family pictures on my profile.
My dad only has 3 brothers left now. My mom has only lost one sister,
All of us are still very close and they mean the world to me!
I love you all!
for sending this! ! After hearing they want to
sing the National Anthem in Spanish - enough is
enough. Nowhere did they sing it in Italian,
Polish, Irish (Celtic), German or any other
language because of immigration. It was written
by Francis Scott Key and should be sung word for
word the way it was written. The news broadcasts
even gave the translation -- not even close. NOT
sorry if this offends anyone because this is MY
COUNTRY - IF IT IS YOUR COUNTRY SPEAK UP --
I am not against
immigration -- just come through like everyone
else Get a sponsor; have a place to lay your
head; have a job; pay your taxes, live by the
rules AND LEARN THE LANGUAGE as all other
immigrants have in the past -- and GOD BLESS
Real Mothers don't eat quiche; they don't have time to make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried play dough doesn't come out of carpets..
Real Mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.
Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?' and get their answer when a little
voice says, 'Because I love you best.'
Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not measured by height or years or grade . . . It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother . . .
The Images of Mother
4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it!
35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom..
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!