Vaya con Dios chiquitito
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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WoW!
It’s all for this.
Corollary: I’m sure I don’t need to draw diagrams to illustrate remedies for anyone/thing standing opposed.
En the caul, so precious.
Reminds me of the joke I made up on the spot to give to the BLM crew that infests the overpass near my home this morning: Q. What does the tiny Black baby say? A. (Holding hands up half way, limp wrist) Hands up, don’t abort! The kids got it and laughed. Good day
Nutella, Rev Broderick,
It’s good to hear your input on all of this, and also to be able to weigh in. That’s a very nice video for life.
That is one of the most incredible videos I’ve seen! I replayed it a few times. Thanks for sharing
According to devils and fools, this guy just turned a fetus into a person.
Beyond Beautiful. Every birth a miracle!!! … FWIW… 30 years ago. 3 am. Our guy…Witnessed it all with our 4 yr old daughter holding my hand, it was/is miraculous.
From the birth record: “Postpartum, crash cesarean, footling breech(feet first), complicated with a prolapsed umbilical cord”(no oxygen for several minutes). APGAR 0, 10=good. Guardian angels disguised as female emergency room doctor and nurses appear and…. Mother in ICU…He’s transferred to another hospital…At Children’s Hospital, a different doctor (male)suggests no nutrition cuz no O2, let him go. I DECLINED…But, but…cognitive and brain issues says doc. That‘s my boy!…
Is a beautiful mind and adult …As a teen he set the HS school record with 3 teammates at state championship in 4×100 track, school record still stands. 13 years later. Now a Biochemist, fluent in English/Spanish and Mandarin. He loves his mother.
God bless you for your mercy and wisdom.
Life!
I’ve witnessed many births but this was the first time I’ve seen one born in the caul.
Always amazing.
The recent case brought to the SCOTUS that ended in overturning Roe was exactly to allow abortion of a child at that point in time. A fully formed baby ready to be delivered. It is incredible to me that people who want that can look in a mirror.
They can look in the mirror just fine. Trouble is, they have no reflection.
Wow, our daughter’s second baby born 11 years ago when nine hours of hard labor became and emergency c-section without any anesthesia was described by daughter as an interesting miracle.
When the docs said that baby has to get out of there right now a anesthesiologist put her face a few inches in front of daughter Laura’s face, Laura told us that woman had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen and she told Laura that a few seconds after her son was out she was going to give Laura some relief from her pain and Laura would feel fine, in meantime she said that the baby could not have any drugs in the mom’s system so Laura would have a cold feeling as they opened her up and it would feel weird and strange and then they would have a baby, no problem so the doc said look in my eyes and relax we are going to have a baby and they did, cut and then anesthesia, not general but enough to make mom happy.
Now grandson 11 years old is now a great catcher on his baseball team, swims in competition, and reads at a high school level. He has a big sister in college and a little four-year-old sister in pre-school. Babies are incredible. Don’t throw babies away, we have eight grandkids in three nice families and life is not always easy and it takes work to build marriages and raise kids, always has and always will.
You made me cry. What a powerful story.
What a wonderful way to begin a Sunday morning.
Absolutely wonderful. And to think there are people who think that child was not alive, was just a ‘collection of cells’ or a ‘parasite’ before the amniotic sac was ruptured. Makes both my blood boil and my head spin.
Goodun , no, greatun, Gerard!
Made me remember my son’s entrance to the world around 60 years ago. The doctor said “It’s a boy, it voids.”, when the doc held him up the first thing he did was piss on the doc.
“For my next magic trick, watch me transform this clump of cells into a baby right in front of your eyes.”
Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.” So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.
My tears of joy for this day. Thank you Gerard.
My firstborn was an semi emergency C-section, in that my wifes accelerating maternal hypertension forced a procedure 3 wks before due date
And even though she had a spinal, the sensation of hands inside her body tugging this way and that made her panic and so she was sedated. She said later, “I just knew I was about to feel agonizing pain.”
A C-sec is really quite dramatic. The doctors are working pretty frantically, then their voices start rising. then its “Here he (she) comes!” Then the baby is out in the blink of an eye, like a rabbit from a magician’s hat.
A C-sec is really quite dramatic.
And how! My twins sons were born that way, 34 years ago, 7 1/2 weeks early. I can still see it all in my mind. The incision, my first sons arm tugged out by the doc and flopped on his mom’s belly, and the rest shortly followed. He weighed 3 lbs 14 ozs.
My second son they had a bit of trouble getting out of the womb. The incision is widened just a bit, then his arm is flopped out, still some problems, and the delivery room is rather too quiet, but then my second son emerges, but is not breathing. The doc holds him by his feet, gives him a whack on the backside, alot of scurrying about by the medical staff and calls for O2. Because he is also small, 5 lbs 4 ozs, the O2 apparatus they have is not providing the amount of air the staff wants him to have, so a Styrofoam cup is grabbed, a hole is poked in the bottom, and the O2 tube is shoved in the hole and then the Styrofoam cup is put right over his head and he is jostled a bit more by the doc. A cry emerges, and I breathe again, too.
A stunning and miraculous day. They both spent a couple of weeks in the preemie ward, but came home sound and healthy. They are fine sons for whom I am very thankful.
And for these miracle workers, it’s all in a day’s work.
One night (dark and stormy, it was), in the neonatal intensive care unit at Tufts New England Hospital, I was sitting with my sleeping kid. The room was lit by green screens. Young women in white drifted silently around the room, checking on the babies.
I heard an infant coughing behind the screen next to ours. A nurse hurried over. I heard the baby gurgle. As she passed by I asked, “What happened?” She said, “He was choking on a mucous plug. I dug it out.”
“And if you hadn’t?”
“He would have died in a minute or so.”
“So, you saved his life.”
“I guess so.”
“You ladies do this sort of thing every night?”
“Yeah.”
A week later, my kid was dying. His gut wouldn’t absorb nutrients. The docs said they would have to pump amino acids into his neck. A doctor who had recently escaped from Romania, and who had walked to Italy carrying her diplomas, told me (when the other docs had left), “That procedure will kill your boy’s liver. Let’s just feed him.”
She did and he survived just fine. A mother’s touch.
Walked from Romania.
A reconstructive surgeon cut a clod of crud out of my sternum.
I could see it all in the overhead mirror.
He worked so fast and hummed a merry tune.
Left a hole about 2 inches in diameter.
I said, “How you gonna close a circle? It will stick up at each end?”
He said, “I have my ways,” and proceeded to cut triangles. Then he moved the skin around and closed it.
I said, “Hey, lightning bolt! I like it. I could add blue dye for the shazam effect.”
He said he’s known for that closure. “The Potter Close.”
In a month, the cuts were barely visible. I asked him for my money back, but I gave him a homemade gladius. He sent me a card that read, “Now I may get some respect at home.”
I don’t begrudge these guys for their boats. Why would anyone? I doubt they have the time to sail, anyway.
I am a NICU RN x20 years, (neonatal intensive care) so I have lost count of the number of deliveries I have attended. Most of them have been high risk and/or due to an emergency situation. When I am in the middle of a “code” it is like a well-rehearsed dance where we each play our specific role from muscle memory. No one but my fellow team members have any idea about the things we have witnessed and the emotions experienced.
I’ve always thought perhaps it is similar to what soldiers feel when they see things that just can’t be real or true, yet there it is right in front of you. But the one thing that always, always, always allows me to tuck away the sad, the difficult, the insane is that first intake of breath, that first movement, that first eyes popping open and looking at me and I see a soul staring back. I may have just been in a tug of war with the angel of death and both baby and I are exhausted, but oh what a moment! Your video brings forth similar emotions. I’ve always believed that if the day ever comes that I cannot feel that joy, that is the day I will know to move on.
They burst bubble boy’s balloon. Oh no! Completely different world now. So cool. Thank you!