This will be an olio of different topics today, because it's Saturday and I'm wrapping up another week and my mind is a web of thoughts.
The first topic: University of Akron Basketball. Yesterday morning after posting the latest blog, I learned that the starting point guard for UA had been arrested Thursday for possession and sale of marijuana -- five pounds of it. UA played Kent last night in a match that is always highly contested. UA was poised to win the MAC tournament and many had the team picked to make it to the NCAA tournament this year. Now this. The second string point guard is Carmelo Betancourt. And I was really cheering for him, as well as the fine team that Keith Dambrot has assembled. As for Alex -- what a total waste!! And he should have known better and had more respect for his own skill and for his teammates. His undoing was almost predictable -- of late it would seem to me that he had become rather full of himself. Oh, and Kent won 68-64. I wonder if Alex thinks the money he made was worth it now.
The second topic: crafting. Another trip to Joanne's this week and I was looking for something as usual. The store is large and sometimes I wish there were a map. At any rate, in one of the aisles I encountered a husband/wife team. My first inclination was to figure the husband was a tag-along for his wife's crafting. Soon, however, as their discussion went on for a bit, it was clear that he was the crafter and that he was looking for something. Okay -- here comes the punch line. They were in the embroidery aisle. And don't send me an email saying that the best embroiderers in the world are men, because I don't buy it.
The third and final topic: Thanks for your readership. Do me a little favor if you can. Pass along the blog site to anyone who might want to read it. Sell it to them as a pick-em-up at the start of the day kind of thing. Remember the handy little way to find it, photos and all: http://nelsenkt.blogspot.com. I'm thinking of adding some advertising to the blog and probably need some more readership. That would be my guess anyhow.
Well, I fibbed. There is one more topic. The craft room, in case you are wondering, is almost done. Final photos will be taken this week and I'm certain to have them for you next week. It is turning out nicely. I have lots of storage and display space too. It makes doing a project so much more fun and clean up is so much easier!!
Take care, fine folks. See you on Tuesday morning. Enjoy the warm weather this weekend.
Karen
Light of Christ
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Friday, March 8, 2013
Eyes
Today the Canal Fulton Lions Club is doing eye testing at the Canal Fulton Primary School. The children being tested will enter kindergarten in the fall.
What a lot of people might not know is that the Lions Clubs are focused on the eyes and the prevention of blindness. Eye testing is part of that mission. Within the last couple of years, innovations in eye screening have brought revolutionary changes. The device scans the eyes in low light and gives readings on five different areas of concern: farsightedness, nearsightedness, astigmatism, lazy eye, and gaze problems. It also suggests a possible prescription.
The device is called a "camera" but it doesn't actually take a picture of the eyes in the traditional sense. The child only has to sit on a chair and be still for a few seconds and it's done. A router sends a signal to the printer and a summary copy of the results is printed out for the school and/or parents.
The cost of this camera is about $7,000. It might sound like a lot of money, but what a wonderful thing!! The Lions in this community have found many cases of lazy eye which must be corrected in the earlier grades or the damage becomes permanent. The beauty of it, though, is in preschoolers who may not even be able to participate in the usual eye screening. They have screened children as young as 18 months, and one of those children it turns out needed glasses. They have used it for special needs children as well, and this has been an exceptional assistance.
Other screening devices are now being used by optometrists to get a more precise measurement for glasses or contacts. This verifies information that the doctor can get from the usual testing, and in time, the usual testing may be phased out. That would be my guess.
Our eyes are such a gift!! And I think the Lions have a very important mission. Please support them when you can.
What a lot of people might not know is that the Lions Clubs are focused on the eyes and the prevention of blindness. Eye testing is part of that mission. Within the last couple of years, innovations in eye screening have brought revolutionary changes. The device scans the eyes in low light and gives readings on five different areas of concern: farsightedness, nearsightedness, astigmatism, lazy eye, and gaze problems. It also suggests a possible prescription.
The device is called a "camera" but it doesn't actually take a picture of the eyes in the traditional sense. The child only has to sit on a chair and be still for a few seconds and it's done. A router sends a signal to the printer and a summary copy of the results is printed out for the school and/or parents.
The cost of this camera is about $7,000. It might sound like a lot of money, but what a wonderful thing!! The Lions in this community have found many cases of lazy eye which must be corrected in the earlier grades or the damage becomes permanent. The beauty of it, though, is in preschoolers who may not even be able to participate in the usual eye screening. They have screened children as young as 18 months, and one of those children it turns out needed glasses. They have used it for special needs children as well, and this has been an exceptional assistance.
Other screening devices are now being used by optometrists to get a more precise measurement for glasses or contacts. This verifies information that the doctor can get from the usual testing, and in time, the usual testing may be phased out. That would be my guess.
Our eyes are such a gift!! And I think the Lions have a very important mission. Please support them when you can.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Part Two
Continued from Wednesday ...
In 1986 at Akron City Hospital, I had a roommate, Barbara. She had surgery for Crohn's Disease the morning after I did and we shared our space for probably ten days.
Barbara was married to Bill and they had grown children. They lived in Randolph, a lovely little rural community which seemed to suit Barbara very well. She was a country girl through and through. During the time when Barbara was in the hospital, people from her church stopped by, and they really were witnesses to the power of the Christian faith to transform. True, many of them were already on the floor visiting a young man who had been involved in a car-train accident, but nonetheless, they came.
It seemed to me as though Barbara came through her surgery very well. She was discharged the day before me, and so for a little while, until Sunday night, there was no one. Then an older woman, heavy set, was wheeled in. She lived in a trailer park, and I learned while not meaning to eavesdrop, the story of her recent life experiences. That same night a resident came in to take her history. Who would think that it would have played out like a comedy scene from Saturday Night Live?
The poor woman was hard of hearing and so the resident tried to make her voice as loud as she could, "How old are you?" The woman gave an answer, but it was never the answer to the question the resident asked, and in fact, it was a complete accounting of how she found herself at City Hospital. "Waaal, I was in the toilet and I tried to stand up. Theeen, I fell down and I tried to get up, but I couldn't." The resident tried again, "So have you had any surgeries?" The woman spoke right up, "And theennn, I called and called. I laid there for a long time until my neighbor finally heard me."
The resident and another hospital employee started laughing at some point, and they couldn't stop. They tried, they really did, but between the woman's story telling and her bit of a southern twang, it was impossible not to react. I know I did. My stitches were healed up pretty well, but I gave them a good test and by the time it was over, there were tears of laughter running down my cheeks. Laughter, it is certainly true, is GOOD for the soul.
After the resident left, they brought the woman a roast beef sandwich and something to drink. She had to lie flat on her back to eat, so I got up and helped her arrange the sandwich on top of her chest, and I fixed the straw so she could get her drink. Then I got back in bed. After spending all that time on the bathroom floor, she must have really been hungry because at that point, it sounded like wild animals had come into the room and had found a stash. It's a good thing the doctor and her assistant were gone by that point because the laughter would have started all over again. But the woman was such a sweet, sweet lady, and so happy with whatever life brought her, moment to moment.
The next morning, I left the hospital. My roommate was off to some other area of the hospital having tests and such. They knew she had broken a bone in her back. I didn't get to say goodbye, but I thought of her often.
Barbara lost her battle with Crohn's Disease. Her daughter sent me a note when my Christmas card arrived one year, and her mother had gone onto to her reward. Whenever Randolph comes up, the first thing that comes to mind is Barbara.
Funny how we go through life and meet up with folks in all kinds of places. When I see young people walking around in a fog on their cell phones, I want to scream, "You are missing a huge chunk of life on that thing!! Hang up and experience the world."
In 1986 at Akron City Hospital, I had a roommate, Barbara. She had surgery for Crohn's Disease the morning after I did and we shared our space for probably ten days.
Barbara was married to Bill and they had grown children. They lived in Randolph, a lovely little rural community which seemed to suit Barbara very well. She was a country girl through and through. During the time when Barbara was in the hospital, people from her church stopped by, and they really were witnesses to the power of the Christian faith to transform. True, many of them were already on the floor visiting a young man who had been involved in a car-train accident, but nonetheless, they came.
It seemed to me as though Barbara came through her surgery very well. She was discharged the day before me, and so for a little while, until Sunday night, there was no one. Then an older woman, heavy set, was wheeled in. She lived in a trailer park, and I learned while not meaning to eavesdrop, the story of her recent life experiences. That same night a resident came in to take her history. Who would think that it would have played out like a comedy scene from Saturday Night Live?
The poor woman was hard of hearing and so the resident tried to make her voice as loud as she could, "How old are you?" The woman gave an answer, but it was never the answer to the question the resident asked, and in fact, it was a complete accounting of how she found herself at City Hospital. "Waaal, I was in the toilet and I tried to stand up. Theeen, I fell down and I tried to get up, but I couldn't." The resident tried again, "So have you had any surgeries?" The woman spoke right up, "And theennn, I called and called. I laid there for a long time until my neighbor finally heard me."
The resident and another hospital employee started laughing at some point, and they couldn't stop. They tried, they really did, but between the woman's story telling and her bit of a southern twang, it was impossible not to react. I know I did. My stitches were healed up pretty well, but I gave them a good test and by the time it was over, there were tears of laughter running down my cheeks. Laughter, it is certainly true, is GOOD for the soul.
After the resident left, they brought the woman a roast beef sandwich and something to drink. She had to lie flat on her back to eat, so I got up and helped her arrange the sandwich on top of her chest, and I fixed the straw so she could get her drink. Then I got back in bed. After spending all that time on the bathroom floor, she must have really been hungry because at that point, it sounded like wild animals had come into the room and had found a stash. It's a good thing the doctor and her assistant were gone by that point because the laughter would have started all over again. But the woman was such a sweet, sweet lady, and so happy with whatever life brought her, moment to moment.
The next morning, I left the hospital. My roommate was off to some other area of the hospital having tests and such. They knew she had broken a bone in her back. I didn't get to say goodbye, but I thought of her often.
Barbara lost her battle with Crohn's Disease. Her daughter sent me a note when my Christmas card arrived one year, and her mother had gone onto to her reward. Whenever Randolph comes up, the first thing that comes to mind is Barbara.
Funny how we go through life and meet up with folks in all kinds of places. When I see young people walking around in a fog on their cell phones, I want to scream, "You are missing a huge chunk of life on that thing!! Hang up and experience the world."
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Doctoring
Hello friends. I'm a little late getting this blog going this morning because I had a doctor's appointment. No big deal, just the usual visit for prescriptions and a "howdy do."
Over the years, many doctors have helped me through life's little problems. I salute them. They showed patience, a sense of humor, knowledge, and a willingness to listen. Dr. Kelly, a surgeon, was certainly one of them. This guy was a special practitioner. He has gone on to his heavenly reward now, but he was highly respected in Akron at City Hospital (now Summa). Dr. Kelly did my surgery for Crohn's Disease in 1986.
At one point while doing the rounds at the hospital, he spoke to me about how I was kind of like an old horse. Yep. Honestly. The resident who accompanied him just about fell off the chair because he could not fathom this kind of bedside manner. But it was effective, and I treasured Dr. Kelly. His expertise made me physically whole again and he probably did the same for countless patients over the course of his career. The psychological and spiritual wholeness was another recovery that took a lot more time.
One little aggravation in the hospital was the tea. Their tea did not taste like my tea at home, and I really missed it. So my husband dutifully brought me some tea bags from home. Guess what? It wasn't the tea!! Maybe some of you have had that same experience from the anesthesia or medication or whatever. Things just don't taste right for a while.
Maybe tomorrow I'll tell you about my roommate, Barbara, and some of the other things that happened at the hospital. I was there for TWO WEEKS. Nobody stays for two weeks after surgery anymore, even if they go home with a pole and an IV line still attached.
Blogging must be good for a body. Dr. Rucki is very, very pleased with me today. And I'm pleased to be able to write this to you, friends. Enjoy some sunshine today.
Over the years, many doctors have helped me through life's little problems. I salute them. They showed patience, a sense of humor, knowledge, and a willingness to listen. Dr. Kelly, a surgeon, was certainly one of them. This guy was a special practitioner. He has gone on to his heavenly reward now, but he was highly respected in Akron at City Hospital (now Summa). Dr. Kelly did my surgery for Crohn's Disease in 1986.
At one point while doing the rounds at the hospital, he spoke to me about how I was kind of like an old horse. Yep. Honestly. The resident who accompanied him just about fell off the chair because he could not fathom this kind of bedside manner. But it was effective, and I treasured Dr. Kelly. His expertise made me physically whole again and he probably did the same for countless patients over the course of his career. The psychological and spiritual wholeness was another recovery that took a lot more time.
One little aggravation in the hospital was the tea. Their tea did not taste like my tea at home, and I really missed it. So my husband dutifully brought me some tea bags from home. Guess what? It wasn't the tea!! Maybe some of you have had that same experience from the anesthesia or medication or whatever. Things just don't taste right for a while.
Maybe tomorrow I'll tell you about my roommate, Barbara, and some of the other things that happened at the hospital. I was there for TWO WEEKS. Nobody stays for two weeks after surgery anymore, even if they go home with a pole and an IV line still attached.
Blogging must be good for a body. Dr. Rucki is very, very pleased with me today. And I'm pleased to be able to write this to you, friends. Enjoy some sunshine today.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Holy Cross
Yesterday marked the 52nd anniversary of my mother's death. In another nine and a half months, she will have been gone longer than she was alive on this earth. She was 52 years old and at the time, it seemed like a fairly old age.
My mother was a wonderful person. She was musically inclined; she could grow anything inside the house and outside; she was very funny; she could tailor clothing; and, she was an excellent baker and cook. Wow! But what made her special to me was how kind she was to everyone. If the blind man came selling his wares, like brooms and dish cloths, she would have him come in the house and sit down in the living room. She always bought something, even if our kitchen broom was still new from his last visit. She was open to people and enjoyed hearing about others' lives. She was incredibly trusting and welcoming.
She wasn't perfect. Since I was only 14 when she died, the tendency is there to make her so, but that isn't right or fair. One thing she stressed about our faith is that the ten commandments are the key to it, and if we just work at following these commandments, we would do well.
Some years ago, my husband and I decided to make the trip to the two cemeteries where our parents are buried. First, we went to Greenlawn Cemetery near Rolling Acres. His mother, father, and step-father are all buried there. Jorgen Herman Nelsen came from Denmark and settled in the USA and died at the age of 52 in his sleep. His mother married "Red" Elliott and he died first, and then her. They were good people and they are missed.
Next, we traveled to Cleveland to Holy Cross Cemetery just off Brookpark Road. I knew the section number (Section 15) for my mother's grave and that she was closest to the St. Anne statue there. We found that soon enough, but after looking for a while I was really starting to worry that we would not find the grave at all. My husband (knowing that it is a challenge for me to locate business establishments in the Belden Village area) said he would just drive around the corner to make sure we were on the correct side of Section 15. So I was alone.
There were some cemetery workers there, unloading chairs for a burial service that day. It was scorching hot and everything was as dry as could be. I stood there glancing about when all of the sudden a whirlwind started up near the workers. They stopped working and pointed to it. And it was moving towards me, so I shielded my eyes and face since the whirlwind had caught up the dried leaves, grass and dirt within its midst. It engulfed me and then went downward towards the road. I followed the path that the whirlwind had taken, don't know why, and there was my mother's grave. When my husband came back, he found me kneeling there and crying. It was a very, very real touch from God and of my mother. It felt like pure love.
How much God loves us!! How much God showers us with his mercy!!
My mother was a wonderful person. She was musically inclined; she could grow anything inside the house and outside; she was very funny; she could tailor clothing; and, she was an excellent baker and cook. Wow! But what made her special to me was how kind she was to everyone. If the blind man came selling his wares, like brooms and dish cloths, she would have him come in the house and sit down in the living room. She always bought something, even if our kitchen broom was still new from his last visit. She was open to people and enjoyed hearing about others' lives. She was incredibly trusting and welcoming.
She wasn't perfect. Since I was only 14 when she died, the tendency is there to make her so, but that isn't right or fair. One thing she stressed about our faith is that the ten commandments are the key to it, and if we just work at following these commandments, we would do well.
Some years ago, my husband and I decided to make the trip to the two cemeteries where our parents are buried. First, we went to Greenlawn Cemetery near Rolling Acres. His mother, father, and step-father are all buried there. Jorgen Herman Nelsen came from Denmark and settled in the USA and died at the age of 52 in his sleep. His mother married "Red" Elliott and he died first, and then her. They were good people and they are missed.
Next, we traveled to Cleveland to Holy Cross Cemetery just off Brookpark Road. I knew the section number (Section 15) for my mother's grave and that she was closest to the St. Anne statue there. We found that soon enough, but after looking for a while I was really starting to worry that we would not find the grave at all. My husband (knowing that it is a challenge for me to locate business establishments in the Belden Village area) said he would just drive around the corner to make sure we were on the correct side of Section 15. So I was alone.
There were some cemetery workers there, unloading chairs for a burial service that day. It was scorching hot and everything was as dry as could be. I stood there glancing about when all of the sudden a whirlwind started up near the workers. They stopped working and pointed to it. And it was moving towards me, so I shielded my eyes and face since the whirlwind had caught up the dried leaves, grass and dirt within its midst. It engulfed me and then went downward towards the road. I followed the path that the whirlwind had taken, don't know why, and there was my mother's grave. When my husband came back, he found me kneeling there and crying. It was a very, very real touch from God and of my mother. It felt like pure love.
How much God loves us!! How much God showers us with his mercy!!
Saturday, March 2, 2013
A Sense of Humor
An amazing amount of synergy can come from a small group of women. Synergy is a secular word for the energy that is created by people in different settings. Or at least that's my definition.
I was part of a small group Catholic women's group some years back. There was no agenda for our meetings, but we usually began with music. Every member of the group had a chance to contribute to the conversations as the morning went along.
When I am in a small group, what often happens is that I think of something funny. I don't know why; that's just the way it is. And I'd offer up my story for the group's pleasure. Most of them seemed to truly enjoy the chance to loosen up and let go a little bit. One person, not so much. I think she felt that spiritual discussions should be entirely serious. Maybe what can be wrong with spiritual discussions sometimes is that they are entirely serious.
We come with a sense of humor. It's part of our makeup, and it's a delightful gift from our creator. The laughing Jesus picture is a favorite of many, because Jesus is shown enjoying Himself, like he undoubtedly did many, many times with his apostles and with townsfolk wherever they went. His little humorous jab about pointing out the faults of others once you remove the "log" from yours is actually funny. It could have been written, "splinter," but that wouldn't have drawn as much attention to this important story. Told with humor, it had more impact. It related to the people more.
The other day I met a woman for the first time. She is a good story teller, and a fine Christian lady. She told about how her husband became the music director for their church, and most of the story was splattered with humor. She not only kept our attention with the use of humor; she drew us in and made it a deep spiritual moment as well. The crux of the humor was that her husband's musical experiences were at karaoke bars. I loved her story!! More importantly, I will remember it.
We kind of go along in life sometimes like pressure cookers. There is stress and concern; there are hard times and sad times. The relief valve at the top is our sense of humor.
When I was working at the University, we'd go through this short period of time each semester when students needed to see an advisor about their schedules. The advisors were on the 4th floor of the building and there was one slow elevator. Soon there were students everywhere in the lobby waiting for their turn and growing very disgruntled. One of the faculty members went to the library and got out some Saturday Night Live tapes. You know, the old ones with John Belushi and Gilda Radner. He took our TV/VCR downstairs and set it up.
Amazing. The students relaxed; they laughed. In many cases, I think they actually hated to leave to go upstairs. Sometimes after they came back down, they headed back to the TV again.
A sense of humor. Thank you, God, for this great gift.
I was part of a small group Catholic women's group some years back. There was no agenda for our meetings, but we usually began with music. Every member of the group had a chance to contribute to the conversations as the morning went along.
When I am in a small group, what often happens is that I think of something funny. I don't know why; that's just the way it is. And I'd offer up my story for the group's pleasure. Most of them seemed to truly enjoy the chance to loosen up and let go a little bit. One person, not so much. I think she felt that spiritual discussions should be entirely serious. Maybe what can be wrong with spiritual discussions sometimes is that they are entirely serious.
We come with a sense of humor. It's part of our makeup, and it's a delightful gift from our creator. The laughing Jesus picture is a favorite of many, because Jesus is shown enjoying Himself, like he undoubtedly did many, many times with his apostles and with townsfolk wherever they went. His little humorous jab about pointing out the faults of others once you remove the "log" from yours is actually funny. It could have been written, "splinter," but that wouldn't have drawn as much attention to this important story. Told with humor, it had more impact. It related to the people more.
The other day I met a woman for the first time. She is a good story teller, and a fine Christian lady. She told about how her husband became the music director for their church, and most of the story was splattered with humor. She not only kept our attention with the use of humor; she drew us in and made it a deep spiritual moment as well. The crux of the humor was that her husband's musical experiences were at karaoke bars. I loved her story!! More importantly, I will remember it.
We kind of go along in life sometimes like pressure cookers. There is stress and concern; there are hard times and sad times. The relief valve at the top is our sense of humor.
When I was working at the University, we'd go through this short period of time each semester when students needed to see an advisor about their schedules. The advisors were on the 4th floor of the building and there was one slow elevator. Soon there were students everywhere in the lobby waiting for their turn and growing very disgruntled. One of the faculty members went to the library and got out some Saturday Night Live tapes. You know, the old ones with John Belushi and Gilda Radner. He took our TV/VCR downstairs and set it up.
Amazing. The students relaxed; they laughed. In many cases, I think they actually hated to leave to go upstairs. Sometimes after they came back down, they headed back to the TV again.
A sense of humor. Thank you, God, for this great gift.
Friday, March 1, 2013
Pornography
A teen beauty queen has been stripped of her title because pageant officlals learned that last summer she participated in a porn movie. There was a heated debate on the afternoon news yesterday about this decision and about the culpability of this 18-year-old who held the title of Miss Delaware Teen USA.
One voiced her opinion that the young woman should not be held responsible because she grew up in the foster system, and when she was offered the money she could not understand that it was wrong. Another voiced her opinion that it was certainly a wrong decision but that given the girl's circumstances, leniency might have been better.
When the girl was asked why she had agreed to such a thing, she said, "Well, it sounded like fun." In tweets, she commented, "Be strong, life has a funny way of working out. Kim K made it and now is one of the most powerful women in the US." She refers to Kim Kardashian whose raunchy video with Ray J propelled her to notoriety. She followed up by saying, "Everybody makes bad decisions. Nobodies perfect."
The first runner-up will now hold the title of Miss Delaware Teen USA, and the deposed winner has been offered $250,000 to be a spokesperson for a porn site.
So on the one hand, she seems to be saying that she made a bad decision, and on the other hand, she seems to be saying that she may be following right in Kim Kardashian's footsteps toward a position of power. I wasn't aware that Ms. Kardashian had any power, other than apparently to mislead the youth of the country like many others before her.
Well, the only power that is conferred in the pornography industry has nothing to do with the spokespersons or the actors. And ultimately, when we are 18 years old, we are considered well old enough to be accountable for our decisions. There is the road that leads to the ideals that most beauty pageants claim to promote, and there is the road that leads to destruction. She picked one of them, but I pray that this young woman comes around and figures this thing out. We know that she always has that choice. Don't you worry for the youth of our country?
There was that old song, "Where have all the flowers gone ..." Where have all the morals gone?
The love of money, root of all evil, right? The Bible tells it truthfully.
Who, by the way, is Ray J?
One voiced her opinion that the young woman should not be held responsible because she grew up in the foster system, and when she was offered the money she could not understand that it was wrong. Another voiced her opinion that it was certainly a wrong decision but that given the girl's circumstances, leniency might have been better.
When the girl was asked why she had agreed to such a thing, she said, "Well, it sounded like fun." In tweets, she commented, "Be strong, life has a funny way of working out. Kim K made it and now is one of the most powerful women in the US." She refers to Kim Kardashian whose raunchy video with Ray J propelled her to notoriety. She followed up by saying, "Everybody makes bad decisions. Nobodies perfect."
The first runner-up will now hold the title of Miss Delaware Teen USA, and the deposed winner has been offered $250,000 to be a spokesperson for a porn site.
So on the one hand, she seems to be saying that she made a bad decision, and on the other hand, she seems to be saying that she may be following right in Kim Kardashian's footsteps toward a position of power. I wasn't aware that Ms. Kardashian had any power, other than apparently to mislead the youth of the country like many others before her.
Well, the only power that is conferred in the pornography industry has nothing to do with the spokespersons or the actors. And ultimately, when we are 18 years old, we are considered well old enough to be accountable for our decisions. There is the road that leads to the ideals that most beauty pageants claim to promote, and there is the road that leads to destruction. She picked one of them, but I pray that this young woman comes around and figures this thing out. We know that she always has that choice. Don't you worry for the youth of our country?
There was that old song, "Where have all the flowers gone ..." Where have all the morals gone?
The love of money, root of all evil, right? The Bible tells it truthfully.
Who, by the way, is Ray J?
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