Carole Cummings's Blog - Posts Tagged "personal"
OMG The Cute!
Shut up, I’m a girl, and it’s Mother’s Day—I can get soppy if I wanna.
You have to read THIS—5 Real Animal Friendships Straight Out of Disney. All of them are great, but then you get to the last one, and it gives you a link to THIS.
Okay, it has nothing to do with Mother’s Day. But still. Trembling lip, teary eyes, and a great big Awwww! right out loud. What a great way to start my day. I’m still smiling.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there!
You have to read THIS—5 Real Animal Friendships Straight Out of Disney. All of them are great, but then you get to the last one, and it gives you a link to THIS.
Okay, it has nothing to do with Mother’s Day. But still. Trembling lip, teary eyes, and a great big Awwww! right out loud. What a great way to start my day. I’m still smiling.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there!
This is probably a little personal for here
But here in the US it’s supposed to be what today is for. And some heroes are more personal than others.
This banner hangs in my hometown as part of the Hometown Heroes remembrance campaign.
I was very small when my uncle was killed, but that fact, and the lumbering of time, have not dulled his presence in my life, or my respect and gratitude to him and too many like him. He and my family, who have kept him ‘with us’ throughout all these years, are why I know what honor is, and what gives me a constant goal towards achieving a personal honor of my own. His life and the story of his death taught me that, regardless of what one might think about the motives of one’s country, the nobility of spirit of those on the ground—some by choice, and some by circumstance—should never be dismissed as merely a number that sits beside the letters KIA.
This banner hangs in my hometown as part of the Hometown Heroes remembrance campaign.
I was very small when my uncle was killed, but that fact, and the lumbering of time, have not dulled his presence in my life, or my respect and gratitude to him and too many like him. He and my family, who have kept him ‘with us’ throughout all these years, are why I know what honor is, and what gives me a constant goal towards achieving a personal honor of my own. His life and the story of his death taught me that, regardless of what one might think about the motives of one’s country, the nobility of spirit of those on the ground—some by choice, and some by circumstance—should never be dismissed as merely a number that sits beside the letters KIA.
And while I'm here
I really need to share This bit of unrelated but OMG! news. The RN referred to in the article is my daughter, who didn’t actually assist in the rescue, but singlehandedly saved the boy’s life. When she pulled him from the water, he was blue, had no pulse, wasn’t breathing and had foam coming from mouth and nose. She gave the boy CPR for the 20 or so minutes it took the EMS to get there, by which time she finally got him breathing on his own.
An 8-yr-old boy is alive today because my daughter went swimming over the weekend. I’m so goddamned proud I can’t even come up with the words.
An 8-yr-old boy is alive today because my daughter went swimming over the weekend. I’m so goddamned proud I can’t even come up with the words.
