The Terroist.........They Need To Know.

September 11, 2009.

8 years ago right now at this moment our fellow human beings were having to choose between burning to death at the top of the trade towers or to jump to their death because there was no way to get down the stair wells due to the air plane blocking the way.

8 years ago right now humans body parts were blowen all over the place as people were running in terror.

8 years ago today an airplane full of people knew they were gonna die but they still got brave and took over the terroist so they could not crash the plane in a large city thus killing 1000s.

8 years ago today people had chunks of broken building land on them up in the towers and pin them down while the fire slowly consumed them.
Our country has foprgotten so much. Yes life does go on but why do we as a country forget so much as if it never happened?

8 years ago today islamic cultures all over the world, including some (not all) in America celebrated the traggic 9-11 events. They literally danced in the streets in a section in Chicago and certain other areas around the country. They took delight and joy in the fact that 1000s were killed and dying. They spread rumors and told all their islamic folks that this was an attack by Jews and that no Jews were killed that day because they all called in sick because they knew of the attacks. They made up rumor after rumor saying this was the work of Jews and Christians.

And then the world dares to be angry at America for defending herself against a vial evil hell bound sect of a religion that promotes and teaches violence and torture such has slowly cutting the arms, hands and heads off those who leave islam to become Christias or other religions. America went to defend herself against a sect of a religion who cuts the breast off the Non-islamic new mothers so that they slowly bleed to death while listening to their newborns cry out in hunger. Yes I realize that not all islamic people would support such awful evilness, I know of some kind non violent muslim people. But sadly their religion and culture is over run by evil, violent, sick minded, hell bound souless creatures who set fires to fields full of children who are hiding from them because they killed the childrens parents for not choosing to become muslims. The children then get to burn to death just because they are the children of non-islamic parents who refuse to be forced into becoming muslims.

People dont believe such awful stories and choose to try and reason it away as rumor. Here in America we dont see those awful actions but in many other places all over the world they do. Of course not all islamic cultures behave that way.

Some people say that America has made the terroist do what they do but that isnt true. Those terroist have been doing this stuff for many years, years before America even exsisted. Read their religious books and find out how they teach to cut off the hands of those who leave the islamic religion. It is hidden in their so called holy writings amongst the so called good peaceful stuff.

1000s of people from all races, all religions and from many different countries died horrible deaths that day on September 11, 2009.
And sadly it probably isnt the last time something awful like that will happen. America is saw as the great evil because we are rich and powerful and because we are friends with Isreal. The sects of islam that are of a terroist mind set hate the Jews and teach lies and violence against the Jews and anyone who is friends with them. One of the last rumors a young muslim man told me was that most all Americans and Jews kidnap and kill muslim babies and drink their blood. This young man also said that Americans regulary have sex with animals and that we go around torturing islamic people. This is the typical beliefs in certain, not all, islamic cultures in some other countries. That young man truly believes those lies and so did most of the islamic people in his culture. Their religious leaders have taught them those lies from birth.

So it is no wonder many of them think we westerners and non-muslims are evil and need to be killed off. They have been stuck in a mind set of evil brain washing and rumors all of their lives. Many of them have choosen to not act on the violence or to not believe such lies but many do believe it and act upon it.

What can stop them?

Im certainly not against awar to protect ourselves but unfortunally there are a ton more terroist to replace the ones we kill. This is a mind set and group of people who think they must kill us in order for their souls to possibly reach heaven. No war will prevent that mind set, the terroist will keep being breed and sent out.

So if war cant 100% stop them for long then what can? If we kill off their religious leaders who teach them lies then more will come to take their place to continue the brainwashing and lies.

How to stop them?

We as meer humans cant 100% stop them. But I know of a way to stop many of them from choosing to become vial evil violent beast. And that is to lead them to Jesus. Not force them to Jesus. But to gently lovenly teach them about Jesus and how they dont need to kill non-muslims in order to secure a spot in heaven. They need to know that God loves them too and can forgive them of all their sins just like He wants to do for everyone.

They need to know that true peace and love is not torturing people and forcing them to say they are islamic. They need to know the deep inner peace and strength they can receive from Jesus.

They need to know they can have hope and let go of that anger that has been put into them all of their lives.

They need to know the freedom their souls can have in Jesus.

But it can not be forced on them.

But they need to know............

Do we really need it?

Do we really need it?

Is it really worth it?

Is it really necessary to spend all that extra money on?

Sometimes the answer is yes. But a great deal of the time it is no.

I don't think it it wrong for us to enjoy the fruits of our hard earned paycheck. Not in the least bit. We all need a vacation, new clothes, new items and stuff like that from time to time. Those are blessings to enjoy, cherish and be thankful for. But do we really need quit as much as we think we do?

Why is it more important to have new everything all the time when there are so many who go without just the simple things in life like decent shoes and winter coats?

Do we really need new carpet and wall paint every few years, is it totally necessary in order to be happy and live?

Is it totally necessary to have to have the best all the time when there are tons of people living without even the basics such as food, clean water and access to education?

I don't think it is necessary for us to have to have the best and nicest all the time. Yes sometimes it is a nice treat but I don't think we need it all the time. We can live without bigger and better 24/7.

Perhaps we can stop spending so much money on useless junk all the time and spend a bit more on the the needy in either our own community or elsewhere. I think of groups like Feed The Children and wish I could send them more money to help feed those kids. Or the local food banks, they are still having trouble keeping their shelves stocked to feed all the needy laid off jobless people right now so maybe we can donate a few canned goods to them.

And if you don't have the money to help others then do it in other ways such as inviting someone over for a meal, helping with missions fund raisers, giving/donating items instead of money, volunteering, checking up on the elderly, feeding a starving animal, playing games with lonely kids and adults, donating your already read books to others or places.

Take the time for someone else other then just those in your circle of friends.

Don't get caught in the mind set of "well they got themselves in that situation so they gotta get themselves out". Yes it may be true that their own personal choices were bad ones and possibly they repeat those same dumb choices but we can still show them some mercy without enabling them.

Perhaps giving a person what they need in order to help themselves might be a good idea for many of the needy. Such as giving them a year bus pass so they can get to and from work on time since they don't have their own car. That way they can get to their job to make their own money to support themselves. Some people just need a little extra helping hand like that in order to help themselves. They don't need tons of money just a little extra help so they can help themselves.

Before throwing something away think "who might want this or could use it?"

Instead of wasting food take small proportions and if you want more after eating that then get more instead of heaping giant servings on your plate the 1st time and then wasting most of it cause you cant eat it. Be grateful for all the food you have and realize you are blessed to have it because many others around the world are not so lucky. They would love to have your wasted food.

Is it so bad wearing used items?

Is it so bad driving older cars?

Is it so bad living with used/older/not so fancy stuff?

Will it kill us to live with a little less in order to help others just a little more?

Rocky Rucker and Parkinson's Disease Part 10. Going HOME!

Last week my mom was told my dad could not come home because the doctor was not sure how well my mom could care for my dad during the times he is extra weak and sick. I could see the logic in that since I have been at the nursing home during those times. But my cousin Brenda, who happens to be a nurse at the nursing home, spoke to the doctor and nursing home about how I live right next door to my parents and how I have worked in a nursing home before and will be there for them. That seemed to help because now this week he is home!

The early part of Monday we thought he wasn't going to get to come home or at least not until he could regain strength if possible. But all that changed by Monday late afternoon. With my cousins help and my moms pushing he got to come home. I cant leave God out of it because my mom said the process of getting him discharged went to unexpectedly well and fast and so did the fast service of the medical supply company that brought out the O2 tank and other medical supplies and got them set up. Mom says it is a God thing.

A time line:
MONDAY 1st half of day:
-typical day at the nursing home. Had no idea he was going to be coming home the next day. They got Dad to do rehab even tho he had been refusing and giving up last week a lot.

MONDAY late afternoon:
-While dad was doing rehab my mom gets the phone handed to her to talk with the medical supply people to order the stuff dad needs at home.
-we get asked what would be a good time for dad to be discharged the next day.

MONDAY night:
After having asking several people in the family to help me hurry and move some furniture and do some cleaning at my parents house so that they could bring the medical equipment I got no help. It was a last minute surprise so most people were not able to help which I understand and respect and a few just plain don't care and did not bother to come help. Others had real and understandable medical reasons as to why they could not help do hard physical work. So while my mom and her lady friends had their Bible study I moved the heavy stuff around but needed my cousin Candy ,who was there for the Bible study, to help me for 1 real heavy thing. I kept praying for strength and God did that for me.

I got a place made for the hospital bed, O2 tank and other stuff in their living room.

TUESDAY:
The big day!
They medical supply place delivered the stuff and gets it set up. I take the kids to home school co-op. When I got to the nursing home that afternoon dad was in bed like always and mom had his stuff packed up and waiting on a cart to load up. They were both waiting to be discharged. I was in a hurry and excited so I loaded the stuff up and started making commits about me driving their van up to the door and getting it warm for him. So the last paper work was done and dad was being wheeled out the door to the van. He suddenly went from no energy and haggard to surprising the nurses aide by quickly standing up out of his wheelchair to literally rush into the van as if he had to get in and leave now otherwise he might have to stay. LOL. I was sure to thank my favorite nurses aide there which is a young man named Billy Joe, my dad seemed to take a liking to him and so did I and some other people in my family. He was funny, nice, strong and good with the people. It was good for my dad to have a male around helping him out.

He came home and went to bed but 1st mom wheeled him around to check things out since he had not been home in over 2 months.

My mom had to sleep on the floor on a mattress beside his hospital bed last night so she could hear him if he tried getting up on his own and falling. We will have to do something about that. But anyways he woke her up 6 times last night saying things like: "hey! hey where are you!?" so she did not get much sleep but I think after he gets back into the grove of home life again it will get better.

WEDNESDAY:
He was in bed most of the time which is no big surprise but he done well, ate well, walked with help well and was not much of an issue. He is happy and relieved to be home. He said recently several times that he knows he is dying and that he just wants to be home. He is not directly on his death bed at this time. He does have some time left but I fear it is not long. Sadly I don't think he will be here at this time next year. Pneumonia will kill him probably. So I want to be with him as much as I can. I plan on doing some of the homeschooling of my kids at my parents house but not all the time.

It is good to have him home. I hope and pray people still come visit him often like they did in the nursing home.

He has his right mind and he knew what he wanted and he knew he wanted to be home. Others may not understand why someone who needs so much care should be at home but when you love someone and you have the ability to give them some peace, comfort and happiness in their last days on this earth then why not do it if possible even if it is hard to do?

Why is it so hard for people to give up their lazy selfish desires to help someone be comfortable and happy during their end days?

Hopefully he wont get so bad that it becomes impossible to care for him at home but if it does then so be it he might have to go back to the nursing home but I hope and pray that time does not come. I pray God works it out to where my dad can leave this world at home where he wants to be with his loved ones around him when the time comes.

As dad was going home I could not help but to think of the Montley Crew song called "Home Sweet Home" that is currently playing on my blog. That is the song I want played at my funeral some day. But yesterday it was befitting for my dad because he was going home sweet home like he had been wanting to do so badly. "home sweet home... I'm on my way. just set me free. Home sweet home "

Rocky Rucker and Parkinson's Disease Part 9 going home, not going home, set backs going home? Husky, Cherokee and family.

Rocky was to go home on a Wednesday several weeks ago. He was excited. He was doing well and getting from a sitting position to a standing one by himself and walking with help.

The Sunday before he was to be discharged from the nursing home I noticed him coughing and it made me think of pneumonia. The next day on Monday he suddenly spiked a fever and they took x-rays and found a new case of pneumonia and this time it was in the left lung.

He and us all were very disappointed because that means he could not be discharged. He had the fever off and on for most of that week.

He is now not doing so well at rehab. He just doesn't want to mess with it. He just wants to come home. He realizes that it will probably be pneumonia that will kill him and he just wants to die at home in his own bed some day when it is his time. He makes mention that he wants to come home often. So my mom is working it out to where hopefully he will get to come home soon.

I realize that since I live next door to them that my dad coming back home will be a hard job on me because I will have to be the one doing most of the care other then my mom. I know it will be hard on me because of my own health issues and because I am now homeschooling the kids. But it is something I am willing to do and some of my siblings would be willing to come relieve me and my mom sometimes.

I don't know the future so I don't know how this will be. I figure if his care becomes to much that he will have to go back into the nursing home permanently. I feel he should just do a trial period for 1-2 nights at home before he is permanently discharged from the nursing home. I don't know what is going to happen.

I'm tired. Keep on keeping on.

Rocky's siblings and some of their offspring have been real faithful about coming to see him. It is nice getting to be around them. My uncle has some health issues right now and might be facing serious surgery so I worry about that. I enjoyed talking with my aunt. She was retelling me of our Cherokee family connections. Sadly my deceased great-aunt made sure the Cherokee proof was hidden away from the family because she was ashamed to be a half Cherokee hillbilly and not fully white. It is sad that now we cant have that precious paper proof and we cant know the interesting rich Cherokee history and stories our family has because of her racism and self loathing. There is certainly nothing wrong with being a hillbilly or a Cherokee. My aunt was upset about it too and wished my great-aunt would not have behaved like that.

Someone gave us a free pure bred blue eyed husky several weeks ago and his name just so happens to be Rocky. He is 13 months old. When I found out about him I had planned on hopefully naming him Rocky so it was a cool suprise when I found out his name was already Rocky.

I need prayer I have lots to do to get things back in order. I mean a lot, it is over whelming and I am weak.

Rocky Rucker and Parkinson's Disease Part 8 dying, no hope, hope, moving, good and bad days.

FRIDAY---JANUARY 30, 2009
Dad was still in the CCU. He was sick of being sick and weak. He said "I'm gonna die". He also said to just throw him in the old folks home to die. He was losing hope and not seeing any improvements at all. He needed total care and could barely even talk. My mom and kids and I stayed most of the 11 hours we were away from home with my dad. We left the hospital for a while to go do some stuff. My brothers Kelly and Robin got there to visit with and help take care of dad.
After we got back to the hospital dad got moved out of the CCU and into the normal part of the hospital. He was lucky and got a room with only 1 bed and his own bathroom. That seemed to perk him up and helped him regain enough strength to walk a few steps from the chair to his bed. We all talked to him about our hopes of him coming home soon and how we would take care of him and so on. He started getting a bit more hope then.

SATURDAY---JANUARY 31,2009
Dad suddenly got discharged back to the nursing home to his over crowded room. Depression and despair once again.
The 1st thing dad said to me when I got to the nursing home was " I wanna go home". He said it while looking me in the eyes as if pleading. It was heart breaking.
We had told him that in order for him to come home he needed to regain enough strength to at least be able to stand himself up from a sitting position because my mom is not strong enough to lift him out of his bed and into the wheelchair.
Back to the nursing home meant despair for him.

SUNDAY---FEB 1, 2009
He looked bad. Seemed so bad. So weak. He was kind of despondent. Just blah.

MONDAY---Feb 2, 2009
More despair, slept a lot. As the day went on he got some better tho which is normal for him since he is a night owl. Refused rehab.

TUESDAY---FEB 3, 2009 and WEDNESDAY---FEB 4, 2009
Goody days! He was able to talk better, walk some, do rehab, eat better, sit up to watch TV and enjoy visits. His roommate went home on Wed which made the room less crowded. His roommate was a real nice man but being crammed into 1 room with 2 beds, 2 wheelchairs, 2 walkers, 1 potty chair, 1 chair, 1 O2 tank, 2 TV's each on a stand, 2 bed side tables, 2 dressers is VERY crowded and unsettling. So to get some space and privacy back was nice for both dad and us.

THURSDAY---FEB 5,2009
Bad day.He was back to being weak, sleeping a lot and unable to do anything as if he was on his death bed again. We were told that this is the nature of Parkinson's in its advanced stages. Good and bad days. The bad days are so hard because he requires total and complete care and that is not always easy because he is a tall, big built man.
Some of his siblings and nieces came to visit that day.

Rocky Rucker and Parkinson's Disease Part 7 family gathering and snow drifts.

When I went back up to see dad last night he was weaker then he was on Tuesday. But he was still better then he was over the weekend when he gave us all a real scare.

I did not make it in to see him today. My out of state brother Kelly is now here and I knew he and others were going to go see dad and that is a good thing. I knew dad would have plenty of visitors and I was so very wore out and tired so I slept most of the day while the kids were at school.

Since my out of state brother and sister are both here some of us gathered at my sister Chris place and enjoyed visiting. That was nice. I like being with that side of the family and wish it could happen more often. They are a fun bunch.

The wind is blowing and the roads are drifting. We had a bit of a hard time getting up our long drive way tonight. There is already a 2 hour school delay for tomorrow. I guess we might get a few more inches of snow someone said so that with this wind might cancel school tomorrow.

I kind of feel guilty because I did not get up to see dad but yet I got out and about. My mom said he is not eating as well as before but he is still doing better then he was. She tried going to see him and saw the snow drifts and got worried and came home she said. But she talked to the nurses on the phone about him. He is still in CCU and I'm kind of glad because that means he gets better and more care then he would if he was in the regular part of the hospital.

Someone said that today dads Parkinson's tremors were not very bad. I have been noticing that. I hope my brother Gary or Duane can get our drive way plowed out tomorrow so we can go see dad. My parents have a house back the same long drive way as we do so both her and us are stuck back this drive way. My husband has 4 wheel drive but will be taking it to work which just leaves us all with moms mini van which will not make it through those drifts. I don't think dad would like it if mom had to stay away from the hospital for more then 1 day although he would be understanding of it. Him and mom keep talking mushy to each other. I suppose she needs to get to the hospital so they can speak mushy to each other. Ewww, it is so sweet and so yucky at the same time. LOL. Old people speaking mushy. I guess that is good after so many years of marriage they can do that. Because of his Parkinson's his speaking mostly consist of 1-3 words sentences and it is a struggle sometime to understand him but his mind is still sharp.

Oh, come Angel Band Come.

Below is the words to a song someone just recently sent me since they know I have been going through a lot and worried about dad.
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My latest sun is sinking fast,
My race is nearly run
My strongest trials now are past,
My triumph has begun.

Oh, come Angel Band Come and around me stand
Oh, bear me away on your snow white wings
To my immortal home

Oh, bear me away on your snow white wings
To my immortal home.

Oh, bear my longing heart to him
Who bled and died for me
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin
And gives me victory.

Oh, come Angel Band Come and around me stand
Oh, bear me away on your snow white wings
To my immortal home

Oh, bear me away on your snow white wings
To my immortal home...

I know I'm nearing the hold ranks of friends and kindred dear.
For I brush the dews on Jordan's bank, the crossing must be near.

I've almost gained my heavenly home, My spirit loundly sings;

Thy holy ones, behold, they come! I hear the noise of wings.
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