Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Love




















Love is patient when your ride is late to pick you up.
Love is kind when that person you can't stand comes up and talks to you.
Love is not jealous when your best friend gets asked out and you don't.
Love is not boastful when you win and someone else loses.
Love is not proud when you know you look good and you friend doesn't.
Love is not rude when your parent asks you to do something you don't feel like doing.
Love does not demand it's own way when others decide to do something that wasn't your idea.
Love is not irritable when your little brother or sister won't leave you alone.
Love keeps no record of being wronged.
Love does not rejoice about injustice by saying "I told you so," but rejoices when the truth wins out.
Love never gives up even when the going gets tough.
Love never loses faith even when all around you lose theirs.
Love is always hopeful that things will get better.
Love endures through every circumstance.
Love never fails.
Ever.


*loosely based on a video I saw in youth group and on 1 Corinthians 13:4-8

Monday, March 8, 2010

I've Been To The Summit - And Things Have Only Gone Up From There...

Another Blog This! challenge - Take us on a journey. Your journey. Something you've achieved, somewhere you've travelled, someone you've become. How has it challenged or changed you?

I've been to the summit, and things have only gone up from there.
Ok, not exactly " the " summit. Not even " a " summit. Just Summit - Summit, NJ. What i mean is that i once lived in a place called Summit, NJ, and since that time my life has only been on the up and up.

I lived in this house:
I looked after these children:
And i had friends like these:

And what did i find during my amazing one year stay ? I found me. Thats right - i had to journey to the otherside of the world, 14 hrs on a non-stop flight, and experience things outside my normal experiences to find who i really was. Really am, i suppose. I'm not going to go into details ( lets face it, there is  hell of a lot of detail invlved over the course of a year ) but suffice to say that by physically travelling - taking a physical journey and having the physical experiences - i really changed and developed on an emotional level.

I lived with a wonderful family with 3 beautiful boys, working as their nanny. I was on a foreign volunteer program, so i made fruends from all over the world - just in that photo up there we have people from the Dominican Republic, France, Colombia and the Czech Republic. I had to live and learn in a new culture, deal with things i hadnt dealt before ( you know, like living on the opposite side of the planet to EVERYONE i knew ... ) and it truely was a " sink or swim " situation.

But you know what ? I gotta say, i think i did ok. I lost the depression and found some confidence; gained a second family and lost some weight; made new friends and destroyed old bad habits. Everything changed for the better because i was brave enough to take a step outside my box and try something new.....

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Three foxes and Pearl Harbour

Hilter was a vegetarian. He banned fox hunting in Germany in1934. Tony Blair on the other hand loved his steak. Under Blairs leadership, the UK Labour Party used up over 700 hours of Parliamentary time trying to ban fox hunting. Eventually the Hunting Act became law in 2005. Ironically, the League for Cruel Sports has reported that since the ban on fox hunting was introduced in the UK the number of foxes killed by dogs has actually increased.

However, in the interest of fairness, I need to mention the work of the Countryside Alliance who campaigned long and hard against the Hunting Ban. It’s possibly forgotten now, but it was one Sarah Bell who provided an engaging if somewhat controversial aspect to their campaign. Although often described as that ‘long legged blonde 25 year old’ she was, at the time of the campaign, a qualified children’s nurse of nearly four years. Famously she was pictured in a poster campaign wearing her full hunting garb with the slogan ‘now they hate her’ alongside her wearing her nursing uniform with the slogan ‘now they don’t’

That was then and here we are some five years later. Without disclosing where I stood (or rode) on the Hunting ban issue, I was somewhat surprised to read that it was chickens and not dogs that had killed a fox this week.

It is alleged (Mail, Telegraph and Radio 4 amongst others) that three hens and a cockerel named Dude (which gives you a clue to the story’s authenticity) pecked a fox to death. Hmm… The Essex family (another clue perhaps) claimed to have previously lost chickens to foxes, and that they were aware of the danger foxes pose, which is presumably why they had built such an insecure hen house.

Having kept chickens for the last 35 years I doubt very much that these chickens pecked the fox to death! It was reported that a little table in the corner of the coop, which the chickens perch on, had been kicked over and was lying next to the fox's head. I would imagine this is what had killed the fox. Apart from fogs, mice and so on, chickens are not equipped to kill, whether by pecking someone or something to death or in any other way.

However, most Foxes are the complete opposite. Killing is what they do.

Hold that thought. I was at the Oval this week as an assessor for the first Mental Health Leadership Challenge. I had joined a panel of leading experts, practitioners and NHS Foundation Trust Chief Executives to participate in the event run by the Health Services Journal and the Nursing Times and sponsored by Mental Health Strategies, Care Principles and Nottinghamshire Health Care NHS Trust.

Teams of mental health practitioners and managers from all across England were joined by service user and carers in addressing a number of organizational and professional challenges arising out of a simulation exercise based around what the NHS in England as it is likely to look during the next few years. The event was competitive and developmental. The teams had to work through a number of issues that became more complex and demanding as the day progressed.

My role was to judge the progress of each team. Each team had to demonstrate team working, leadership, multi-agency involvement innovation and improvement. The event ended with a number of awards being made against these criteria. The event was in part, an opportunity for mental health services to review and explore how they address the issues set out in the New Horizons Mental Health Strategy.

This revised mental health policy for England seeks to reduce demand on secondary health services as well as achieve better health outcomes, including higher employment rates and lower suicide rates.

Amazingly all though the day we watched a fox follow the sun around the pitch. He seemed completely oblivious to the ground staff working on the pitch and just very languidly stayed and sunbathed for most of the day. Apparently he and his family have been living there since the summer of 2009.

Interestingly, is was a certain Annie Fox, who as the Chief Nurse in the US Army Nurse Corps, was awarded the Purple Heart for her work during the Japanese attack on Pearl harbour. During the attack, Lieutenant Fox administered anaesthesia to patients during the heaviest part of the bombardment, assisted in dressing the wounded, taught civilian volunteer nurses to make dressings, and worked ceaselessly with coolness and efficiency. It was said that as a Nurse she was able to demonstrate calmness, courage and leadership in a situation of great danger and personal threat.

It is unlikely that the Essex Dude will ever be able to make the same claim.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Oh My God - I've Just Done A Runner!

I'm a thief. Accidentally, of course. Let me set the scene :

My mothers group had its final, official meeting today ( i say official because we can still keep meeting up after today, but it wont be run by our local community health nurses anymore.. ) and, as is tradition with the final meeting, we went out to lunch. It just so happens that one of the other new mums in my group owns a local cafe/resturant and said it would be a problem to have 16 mothers, babys and prams in her establishment - so, naturally, we decided hers would be the best place to go. She had a hug table set up down the back of the resturant so that all us mothers could fit and the wait staff could still serve other customers up front.

Lunch was great - i had a lovely chicken and avocado penne, Flynn was kind enough to stay asleep so i could eat uninterrupted ( good boy! ) and it was nice to have a bit of conversation and general chit chat without being guided to a particular weekly topic. We werent rushed for time so it was a nice, lazy lunch. Eventually it got to a point where some mums started packing there things up and saying their goodbyes and we started leaving in dribs and drabs....

At which point, after having fed my son, i packed up his stuff, put him in his pram.....and promptly walked out the door without paying for my meal. Oh.My.God! I'd done a runner and i didnt even realise until i got home - i called the resturant straight away and apologised and said that i would drop my money in to them tomorrow morning. Its going to be soooo embarrassing going in there - i mean, if it were just some random place and i didnt know the owner i could just take my money in and never, EVER, go back. But seeing as we've decided to make this cafe our regular meeting place i cant exactly take that option.

So i guess i'll just have to live with my shameful moment tomorrow - suck it up, blame the mistake on baby brain, and try to remember to pay my tab before leaving next time....

Defining The Enemy


How are we going to win this war unless we can identify our enemies? Some of us have been referring to them as Islamofascists or Radical Muslims and both labels fit, but imperfectly. As I learn more about them I become more confused, and it’s not supposed to be that way. The situation should become clearer after gaining more knowledge. In two columns - last year and again last month - I described a conversation I had with a former advisor to our Joint Chiefs of Staff. He told me that our top military and political leaders were being advised by agents of the very people we’re fighting against. He came out of the closet at CPAC in Washington a couple of weeks ago and I was in the audience.Stephen Coughlin at CPAC 2010

His name is Stephen Coughlin, and he gave an overview of the thesis he delivered to the Joint Chiefs that got him fired. To sum up, he laid out a convincing case that radical Muslims, or “Islamists,” are following the dictates of the Quran more closely than our moderate Muslim allies do. Al Qaeda means “the foundation, the base,” for a reason. He said the older, more peaceful verses in the Quran were abrogated by the later, more aggressive verses our enemies follow. Our moderate Muslim allies are akin to what some in the Catholic Church call “cafeteria Catholics.” That is, Catholics who pick what aspects of the religion they like and reject the rest. Many Catholics support abortion and homosexual “marriage,” though the Church explicitly rejects both. Joe Biden, Nancy Pelosi and John Kerry, for example, are prominent pro-choice Catholics, but Catholic leaders are starting to get tough. Recently, a Rhode Island bishop refused the Eucharist to Congressman Patrick Kennedy because of his public endorsement of abortion. According to Coughlin, Muslims who follow the Quran and Islamic Law (Sharia) closely are the ones with whom we’re at war. Our moderate allies are, if you will, “cafeteria Muslims,” and more of them have been killed by the radicals than have Christians and Jews.

This is very troubling, because it negates what Presidents Bush and Obama claim: that “Islam is a religion of peace.” While most Muslims are peaceful, thank God, the fundamentalists are gaining. They’re perceived as “the strong horse” by an increasing percentage of the world’s 1.5 billion Muslims, especially the expatriates and their offspring living in the UK, France, Holland, Sweden and other European countries. They’re in the United States too, as we learned last November when native-born jihadist Major Nidal Hassan killed thirteen “infidel” soldiers at Fort Hood and wounded dozens of others.

Holland, the most liberal country in Europe, is wrestling very publicly with exactly this issue: Who or what is our enemy? Is it a religion? A set of teachings? A book? Writing in The Wall Street Journal, novelist Leon De Winter says:
What started as a trial against Geert Wilders for alleged Islamophobia has nearly turned into its opposite: a historical case about the message of the Quran. The Amsterdam court trying the controversial Dutch politician is now preoccupied with the question of whether this book, sacred to more than a billion believers, can be compared to one of the most vile publications in the history of Western civilization—Hitler's "Mein Kampf."
Geert Wilders and me at CPAC 2009

Wilders, a member of the Dutch Parliament and leader of the Freedom Party, insists that the Quran is political as well as religious because it encourages it’s followers to subjugate or kill Jews, Christians and anyone else who doesn’t believe in Islam. The Dutch government charged Wilders with “hate speech” for pointing this out. However, as De Winters says: “On trial is not so much Geert Wilders, but the Holy Book of Islam.” Holland’s hate crime laws, then, are in direct conflict with freedom of speech, and with truth itself because Wilders quoted both books quite accurately. The country’s ruling multiculturalists will lose if they convict Wilders, and they will lose if they exonerate him. They’re wishing now that they never brought him to trial at all because whatever they do, they cannot refute Wilders’ claim that Holland is being forced by multiculturalists to tolerate the intolerable.

Wilders’ positions resonate in European cities with sizable Muslim populations in which homosexuals, women and Jews are afraid to walk in Muslim neighborhoods for fear of being beaten or raped. By trying to silence Wilders, the hollow rhetoric of the tolerant, multicultural, diversity-celebrating, ruling elite of the European Union is being exposed. No matter which way the Wilders trial is decided, the world will be forced to acknowledge that fundamentalist Islam, or “Islamism” is incompatible with the democratic ideals of western civilization.

This is exactly what European and American leaders are afraid to admit. As Stephen Coughlin put it: “You cannot defeat an enemy you are not allowed to define.”

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Follow the Yellow Brick Blog!

So - i'm up to 14 followers! Go team Amy go! I know that sounds like an absolute pitiful amount to some of you out there, those of you have literally hundreds of people reading you, but 14 is huge to me. I like that there are now 14 people out there there who like what i'm doing, who like my writing enough to officially press the ' Follow ' button. I feel like the last month has seen a major return to blogging for me - I'd never really stopped but the quality of my posting had. But I have a passion for it again. I'm writing more often and i'd like to think i'm writing better stuff. And not only am i writing more, i'm inspired to read more, and am spending a bit of time each day searching out new and exciting blogs to add to my reader.

However, and this is sad - i've been dumped. Bumped. Rejected, as it were. And i'm kind of upset about it. Here's the scenario - one of the blogs that i have been reading FOREVER has been made an invite-only blog.... AND I WASNT INVITED. Why am i kind of upset about this ? Well, this was the first blog i ever read, the blog that got me interested in blogging. I'd been reading it from its inception and reading it religiously, hardly ever missing a post. I felt like this blogger was my friend - in fact, we even met up once and hung out for four or five days, despite the fact that we lived over 10 hours drive apart. So i think it would be fair to say that if you were going to make your blog invite-only, i would be on the list. Right ? Yet, i'm not.

Where did i go wrong? Did i comment too much ? Not enough ? Did i start writing too much about pregnancy and babies and boring mumma stuff, and that somehow excludes me from reading what you write ? I just dont get it. I mean i'm loyal, man - if you write consistently good stuff, i'm there with you for the long haul.

You know, unless you decide to go and make your blog invite-only and then dont invite me....

Monday, March 1, 2010

I'm not dead yet.

In Sunday School we were talking about peer pressure and from there went into boundaries in dating relationships. My teacher, after hearing about all the stuff that goes on in the lives of some schools, made the remark that the more she hears about that kind of stuff the more she agrees with waiting to date until Senior year or even college.
Several of the girls in the class agree with and are doing just that, myself included, but several in the class don't see how that's possible. One girl vocalized that.
"I don't see how that's possible. I couldn't ever do that. I'd just die."
We all just kind of look at her some sort of agree and others just sort of laugh. The said again that she would just die if she couldn't date (not that she's dating anyone).
Here's the best part though. Brandis (as I call her), one of THE sweetest girls on the face of this God created earth, put some attitude on and looked at the girl and goes, "I'm not dead yet!"
I really liked this so I piped up and said, "Yeah, I'm not dead yet either."
The girl looked at me and goes, "Well you have more...more..."
"More what?" I ask.
"You're more controlled."
That's a true statement in many ways. I, along with my other friends who aren't going to date, do not flirt (intentionally) with guys or act desperate for guys attention. We're just not like that. And for me that not hard to not be. It isn't hard to try to act normally and nicely around guys.
The hard part is the emotions that run wild and you so desperately want someone to like you like you. It's hard when feelings somehow get hurt when a friend gets a boyfriend and you aren't even asked. It's hard when people make fun of you and call you out for rejecting a guy because you aren't going to date. That's when it's hard.
But what's even harder is the waiting. Waiting for when God brings in the right guy in. The key here being WHEN GOD BRINGS. Not when I. Or when YOU. But when GOD.
It's hard learning to want to be patient and wait for God's your-life-story to come to the part where you meet your true love. But that's what we're asked to do.
Here's a verse from Psalms that has really helped me.
"Wait patiently on the Lord. Be brave and courageous. (And)Yes, wait patiently on the Lord."
Psalm 27:14
Yes, we must wait patiently for the Lord. Yes it will be hard but that's what God is there for. He gave us ULTIMATE LOVE in giving his son to die on the cross for what I did and what you did. There is no greater love for me. Nothing can compare to that. And for now I'm content to be in love with my Savior. He's my ONE.
It's just the trick is learn how to wait with him until my number Two man gets here.
But there's no one more willing to help me wait the Jesus. (Can I get an AMEN to that?!?!)