Unique Perspective

[outdeep]

When I read the following blurb on World Magazine blog, I couldn't help but laughing at all the times we had the treat of going to retreats and special couples times with Betty.  Inevitably, someone would say how much we appreciate Betty because of her "unique perspective".  Apparently she is not the only one who possesses this gift.


November 12, 2004

Dangerous minds

A private college in New York that focuses on writing and public speaking has added a former left-wing radical and would-be bomber to its faculty. In 1984, Susan Rosenberg was convicted of having 600 pounds of explosives. She was released from prison in 2001, and since then has lectured at various universities and taught literature at John Jay School of Criminal Justice in New York. Her supporters at Hamilton College in New York, which recently brought her on board, say she has rehabilitated and has a “unique perspective.” But some faculty members are protesting her upcoming arrival.

http://www.worldmagblog.com

[al Hartman]

THE SANDS OF CHRISTMAS
By Michael Marks
 
I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh,
and looked across the table where the bills were piled too high.
The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix,
My stocks were down another point, the Chargers lost by six.
 
And so with only minutes till my son got home from school
I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool.
The burdens that I carried were about all I could take,
and so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break.
 
I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust,
No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust.
And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh,
eight Humvees ran a column right behind an M1A.
 
A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens,
Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean.
They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight,
their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night.
 
Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind,
To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again.
There wasn't much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease,
They had no Christmas turkey, just a pack of MREs.
 
They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see,
They didn't need an ornament--they lacked a Christmas tree.
They didn't have a present even though it was tradition,
the only boxes I could see were labeled "ammunition."
 
I felt a little tug and found my son now by my side,
He asked me what it was I feared, and why it was I cried.
I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near
and kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear.
 
There's nothing wrong my little son, for safe we sleep tonight,
our heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right,
to worry on the things in life that mean nothing at all,
instead of wondering if we will be the next to fall.
 
He looked at me as children do and said it's always right,
to thank the ones who help us and perhaps that we should write.
And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note,
to thank the many far from home, and this is what we wrote:
 
God bless you all and keep you safe, and speed your way back home.
Remember that we love you so, and that you're not alone.
The gift you give you share with all, a present every day,
You give the gift of liberty and that we can't repay.
 
Copyright 2003 Michael Marks: "I freely submit this poem for reprint without reservation--this is an open and grateful tribute to the men and women who serve every day to keep our nation safe."
Hi, Folks,

     The title of this thread, "Unique Perspective," seemed appropriate for posting this poem without starting a new thread.  

God bless all here,
al