Joy Is My Goal: We do remember and give thanks

Monday, May 31, 2010

We do remember and give thanks

10 comments:

Sylvia K said...: A very apt and beautiful tribute to the day, the veterans and to our world! Have a great week!

Sylvia; 4:28 PM
The Texas Bakers said...: Thank you for the beautiful pictures. We have a lot to be grateful for...; 4:49 PM
bj said...: Beautiful images.

Do you live in West Texas? I do...Lubbock.
xo bj; 4:49 PM
Anonymous said...: Such a timely post. Beautiful images and wonderful sentiments.; 6:19 PM
Kim, USA said...: The statues depicts a lot of emotion. Love those words too. Happy Monday!

BM-Memorial day; 6:21 PM
DrillerAA said...: Absolutely perfect post for Memorial Day. Thank you for sharing some wonderful captures. Well done.; 6:35 PM
A 2 Z said...: Great pictures to bring it all into perspective. So many lives lost...to keep our freedom. That was a great tribute! Happy RT. Thanks for sharing. Anne-Marie; 8:43 PM
Hootin Anni said...: This is heart wrenching...and yet, so beautiful. I love the flag AND the one full view of the soldier sitting with the flag.

My Ruby Tuesday is RED ROSES for a Blue Gent!! I do hope you can drop in for a visit; if you have the time.; 4:03 AM
Sue said...: My heart is proud and grateful♥; 9:58 AM
Catherine said...: So many casualties and wounded in foreign lands !; 8:33 AM

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Poem: “Welcome to Holland” by Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this…
When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome To Holland”.
“Holland?!?” you say, “What do you mean “Holland”??? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy”
But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.
So you must go and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills…Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy…and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned”.
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away…because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.
But…if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things…about Holland.

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We do remember and give thanks

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