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Before my last trip, I had made plans to plant a mango tree on our property, which is between Duma and Sibulan. Shortly before the trip, I was watching an interesting show about Malala, the wonderful young lady who was shot in the face by the Taliban for going to school and being outspoken on the subject. I learned that, just before she was shot, she had planted a mango tree in her yard. I decided to plant mine in her honor and name it for her. Being a former sign painter, I found the tools and supplies, around Duma, and made a sign with her name on it. Some distant relatives, whom I have not met, were using our property, without permission, to keep their goats, which was not a problem except that we had to put a fence around the tree. We planted the tree and put up my sign. A temporary fence was made until a real one could be made, but the goats got through and did some damage, fortunately not fatal. After leaving, I got word that the relatives were angry. So, how was I to know that, in Visayan, Malala means poison? I quickly got word to them the meaning of my sign, and all is well.

 

Rony posted on Facebook that she took Larry to the hospital this morning because he had a heart attack.
Pleased join me in saying a prayer for Larry and wishing him the best. I am not sure which hospital.

 

Nice to see a story that shows the goodness within humanity.


Teenager carries disabled brother for 57 miles on charity walk - Telegraph

 

Five (5) lessons to make you think about the way we treat people.


1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.

During my second month of college, our professor
gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student
and had breezed through the questions until I read
the last one:

"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the
cleaning woman several times. She was tall,
dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper, leaving the last question
blank. Just before class ended, one student a sked if
the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers,
you will meet many people. All are significant. They
deserve your attention and care, even if all you do
is smile and say "hello."

I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her
name was Dorothy.

2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain

One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American
woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway
trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had
broken down and she desperately needed a ride.
Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.
A young white man stopped to help her, generally
unheard of in those conflict-filled 60s.. The man
took her to safety, helped her get assistance and
put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his
address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a
knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a
giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A
special note was attached..

It read:
"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway
the other night. The rain drenched not only my
clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along.
Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying
husband's bedside just before he passed away... God
bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving
others."

Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.

3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve.

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less,
a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and
sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.

"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and
studied the coins in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.

By now more people were waiting for a table and the
waitress was growing impatient.

"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.

The little b oy again counted his coins.

"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on
the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice
cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress
came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the
table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,
were two nickels and five pennies..

You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had
to have enough left to leave her a tip.


4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a
roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if
anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the
king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by
and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the
King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did
anything about getting the stone out of the way.

Then a peasant came along carrying a load of
vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the
peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the
stone to the s ide of the road. After much pushing
and straining, he finally succeeded. After the
peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed
a purse lying in the road where the boulder had
been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note
from the King indicating that the gold was for the
person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The
peasant learned what many of us never understand!

Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.

5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...

Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a
hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who
was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only
chance of recovery appeared to be a blood
transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had
miraculously survived the same disease and had
developed the antibodies needed to combat the
illness. The doctor explained the situation to her
little brother, and asked the little boy if he would
be willing to give his blood to his sister.

I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a
deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will
save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in
bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did,
seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his
face grew pale and his smile faded.

He looked up at the doctor and asked with a
trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away".

Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the
doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his
sister all of his blood in order to save her.

 

I put this here as the Photo Board seemed not to be the Place as it is not about the PI particularly

When we get Older, things that are very Distant just jump up and give you a pang of nostalgia.
I was answering a friend of mines statement on something and Found out that PAL still have a Mc Donnell Douglas Dakota DC3 Airworthy. KLM built their Reputation on these Aircraft as many young Airlines Did. Brits will Remember DAN AIR, US members will remember UNITED, DELTA + a couple More, Ozzies will Remember the early days of Quantas. Canadians will remember Ward Air.
All using the DC3




I was particularly proud in my early days in the R.A.F to have flown a similar Aircraft that my Father did in India During WWII

Although 40+ years ago when I did, it is gratifying that this safe reliable Aircraft is still a Work horse of many Air forces today. this one is R.A.F



Of course the DC6 is Modelled on the DC3 so one can see the Success of the Aircraft





Sorry if my nostalgia is not everyone's Cup of Tea but that's me

JP

 

As a daily passenger (unable to drive) I have noticed there is little, if any, road range among the locals, hit and run accidents notwithstanding. In fact the last incident I recall was about 18 months ago while on my bike I fired off an f-bomb at a pedicab driver and received the same in return plus a few. So I guess they amazingly accept the craziness and unexpected events and let it go. I guess some of us need to chill.

 

So 15 months ago today I went in an ambulance to Silliman Hospital with a stroke. Having talked to 3 friends here who have had strokes, they say mine was unfortunately a bad one. I covered in earlier posts why I think I had a stroke and the first 12 months recovery, so I will update from today.
I still have partial paralysis on my right leg, arm, and face, and my good side -left- is numb. I can wobbly walk on my own for about a kilometre, if my BIL is assisting me in case I start falling over. I go to the gym 3 or 4 times a week for a full body workout and and am getting my strength back, albeit with atrophy on the right side.
A couple of recent keys for me that may help others who might find themselves in this position. I started taking virgin coconut oil, thanks to Alex, and have gained some traction from it. Secondly, I had a lot of pain on my right side from walking and working out, I was finally able to go see my good friend Dr. Mike and he adjusted my back, rib, neck, shoulder and wrist which all required attention due to my weak right side. Lastly, I've been taking amino acids supplements for nearly a year and now I've added Biospray supplement which seems to be a great boost and an offset for the blood thinners I have to take.
So 2014 was a long year for me but no complaints. Never give up, get healthier, and have a great 2015.

SUBJECT SHOULD SAY STROKE RECOVERY

 

Hope all you lad's are in good health and enjoying the Christmas period so far
Just thought I would drop this into you all , Merry Christmas and best wishes
from the oztony family , and Shawn , JP and Pat , I will catch up with you guy's
for a beer when I get back there . Take Care Tony