Thursday, June 20, 2013

Morning thought, June 20th, 2013

June 5, 2013

We are born, we live, we die. That is the nature of life. 

The question here is: Are we really living, or are we existing?

Some people might not understand my terminology, so I will explain. 

'Existing' is just living day to day: get up; go to work if you have a job; come home; and finish the day out in front of the TV or what have you. Basically, fast paced with no time to really enjoy living.

'Living', on the other hand, is really taking the time to enjoy life to the best of your ability. It means, taking time out and 'absorbing' the things around you. Reflecting on their individual beauty. 

June 4, 2013

Step outside, on your balcony, deck, porch, or yard...and really "look" at what is around you. See the flower or blade of grass for it's beauty and purpose. Enjoy it! Listen to the sounds of laughter, or them...marvel at them. Smell the thankful that it's there...and all that it does for us on this planet. If you can, touch a flower, the bark of a tree...even a brick on a building and just reflect on its creation and purpose. FEEL everything...that is "living".

hummingbird, June 3, 2013

Each day, 'live', 'laugh' and 'love'...and never take a moment for granted. Be thankful for every moment of every day, be thankful you are alive. Enjoy your life...just don't 'exist'. 

And finally...teach your children and grandchildren, nieces and nephews well. Teach them to love and cherish all forms of life. This is what it is here for!

Thanks for reading!



Monday, June 17, 2013

8-year old creates PTSD TKO to knock out PTSD in Veteran dads

Jesse Gourley, Founder of PTSD TKO

Evansville, IN -- Jesse Gourley is a typical, fun-loving 8-year old, who loves camping, writing and drawing. Already she carries a heavy load on her heart for one so young, experiencing firsthand what PTSD has done to her father. Jesse has experienced fear, hurt and anxiety in a time of her life that she should be solely enjoying her childhood.

Shawn and Jesse

Her mom, author and owner/founder of Military with PTSD, Shawn explains that she has done her best to ease things for her children, telling them no more than needed, about why daddy acts like he does and seems so angry at times. Shawn knows though, that children don't really understand PTSD. Unfortunately, most adults don't either.

Shawn explained to me how TKO came to be: "Jesse came to me with the idea of TKO. They bet me they could raise more PTSD awareness than I could and said the theme was 'Momma said knock you out' and from there it went."

Brother and sister duo

Thus Jesse started and become the founder of PTSD TKO Project, a place for kids and teens to come together to share their photos and stories, to educate other children as well as to learn that they are not alone.

Meaning of TKO

Original 24 children that help start TKO

Shawn Gourley showed me this FB page where Jesse tells her story on Facebook, explaining why she wanted to start this group:
People like Daddy are on Facebook, and they will see the PTSD TKO, and they'll want to knock out PTSD with us. I want people to understand that if Daddy is having a nightmare about a helicopter, yells, and shoves Mommy out of bed, that isn't the same as a bad dad where you need to call the police. The mom and the kids have no choice but to go for a drive because they're scared of the way he's acting. If they call for help for him,then the police will come, and they won't understand that he doesn't mean to be scary.
I think people like Daddy who have nightmares and make their families need to go for drives are the ones who get sad and commit suicide. I hope when they see the pictures of kids fighting back, they will know even when we get scared and leave, we still love them and are proud of them. Then they won't be sad enough to leave this world.

Two days ago, Jesse wrote a letter to President Obama, to ask for help so that no more kids would lose a Veteran parent with PTSD to suicide. She hopes that the president will help "save our Vets" save her dad.

In the meantime, Jesse is actively involved on her Facebook page, talking to others, teaching and learning more as she goes. The biggest thing that she gets out if this though, is feeling that she is not alone.


Saturday, June 8, 2013

Strange and Funny Tombstones (Humor)

Born 1903-Died 1942
Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the
car was on the way down. It was.


In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery:

Here lies an Atheist
All dressed up
And no place to go.


In a London, England cemetery:
Here lies Ann Mann,
Who lived an old maid
But died an old Mann.
Dec. 8, 1767


In a Ribbesford, England, cemetery:

Anna Wallace:
The children of Israel wanted bread,
And the Lord sent them manna.
Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife,
And the Devil sent him Anna.


In a Ruidoso, New Mexico, cemetery:

Here lies Johnny Yeast. .
Pardon me
For not rising.


In a Uniontown, Pennsylvania, cemetery:

Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake.
Stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake.


In a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery:

Here lays The Kid.
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger
But slow on the draw.


A lawyer's epitaph in England:

Sir John Strange. .
Here lies an honest lawyer,
And that is Strange.


John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne, England, cemetery:

Reader, if cash thou art
In want of any,
Dig 6 feet deep;
And thou wilt find a Penny.


In a cemetery in Hartscombe, England:

On the 22nd of June,
Jonathan Fiddle
Went out of tune.


Anna Hopewell's grave in Enosburg Falls,Vermont

Here lies the body of our Anna -
Done to death by a banana.
It wasn't the fruit that laid her low,
But the skin of the thing that made her go.


On a grave from the 1880s in Nantucket, Massachusetts:

Under the sod and under the trees,
Lies the body of Jonathan Pease.
He is not here, there's only the pod.
Pease shelled out and went to God


In a cemetery in England:

Remember man, as you walk by,
As you are now, so once was I.
As I am now, you soon will be.
Prepare yourself and follow me.

To which someone replied by writing on the

To follow you I'll not consent
Until I know which way you went


And last: from Boot Hill, in Tombstone, Arizona:

Here lies Lester Moore
One slug from a 44
No Les
No More

Have an awesome day!