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Living simply is the richest and deepest Life.

I have been asked,
“How exactly do you simplify Life?”
Well,
there are literally thousands of ways.
They range from the sublime
to the supercilious and the serious.
Some appear to me to be
rather frivolous and perhaps
ineffective.
But let’s explore a few,
before we get serious.

Let me keep THIS simple.
Uh-oh!
Now I’m in trouble.

george 2Boxing champion George Foreman,
Olympic gold medalist and
world heavyweight title (twice) has FIVE boys.
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I kid you not,
they are ALL named George (and Edward):
George Edward II, George Edward III, George Edward IV, George Edward V, George Edward VI.

“I called them all George because
I was worried that when I was older
I might suffer from memory loss.
I would have called my five girls George, too,
but my wife said she thought that was overkill.
(STOP laughing!)
When one of them is naughty, I shout ‘George!’
and that one knows who I mean.
The only time it is awkward for me
is when a teacher calls up to say
we have a problem with George,
and I have to ask them,
which one?”

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The first George in his coronation robes (I think he was another type of Foreman).

Now,
before we get all judgemental
and remove ourselves from the goal of simplification,
remember the House of Guelph
(Gulp!)
You know,
George I, 1660-1727
George II, 1683-1760
George III, 1738-1820
George IV, 1762-1830
George V, 1819-1878
all of an English bent.
Perhaps the inbreeding
created a biological necessity
to over-simplify.
It created other problems too!

I Love Boxing champion George Foreman.
But but not for reasons you may assume.
He was a feared street fighter
and rejected.
After mugging some people,
he crawled under a house to hide
from the pursuing police and their dogs:
“I realized that I had become a criminal.
I had dropped out of school
and didn’t know what to do with my life.”

That night woke him
up to the Truth about Life.
And he experienced
a profound religious conversion.

He felt as if he had Spiritually died
and needed to be reborn.
From that moment
he was born again.

He co-founded a church,
the Church of the Lord Jesus Christ,
in a poor area of Houston,
and became a traveling evangelical preacher.

“You see, I had disappeared.
I wasted a lot of time
not being nice.”

He founded the George Foreman
Youth and Community Development Center
in Houston to keep young people active
and away from crime and drugs.

Yes, in his early years
George was known for his mean expressions
and very, very tough demeanor.

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         Love is a simple thing.

By the way,
our George, the real Foreman,
notably said that the most important
piece of advice he wanted to pass on to people was:

“Learn to trust in yourself.
There’s not a better person
you’re going to meet

in this life,
and there’s not anyone
you’re going to know any better than you.
The best advice will come from within you.”

I LOVE you George.
You know,
the very first George Foreman.
Hey,
he keeps it simple.
You know what I mean?

But,
the most important reason
I Love George Foreman
is that
he simplified the Gift
of Life.
Foreman came to see God in his Life.
He become a preacher and retired from boxing.
He preached the word of God for 10 years
and then decided to return to the ring
to raise money for his church.

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You cannot see if you do not open your eyes.

My Dear Friends,
discovering the beautiful
Divinity
within your precious Heart,
is the single thing
you can do
to simplify and Sanctify
your existence.
Your real purpose in Life
is very, very, very simple:

It is to Love,
and to be Loved.

And no one
will ever Love you
more than your Father
in Heaven above.
And He will show you
that True Love
is a truly simple thing,
and more powerful
than anything else
in Heaven
or on this Earth.

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     Take a philosophical bent.

Friends,
you cannot see
if you do not open your eyes.
You cannot know
if you do not open your mind.
You cannot Love
if you do not open your Heart.
You cannot know the Heart of your child
if you do not see your child at play.
You cannot know of the Love of God
if you do not open His Holy Bible
to see what He has to say.

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           A CHILD simplifies Life.

Yes,
THANK YOU George
for sharing your story.
I Love you too.

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Do what you Love.
How will that simplify Life?
Well,
think about it!
When you are loving what you do
doesn’t time fly by?
By effectively compressing or compacting
time
life is simplified,
simply because
you have not effectively
spent as much time
doing whatever
it was that you were doing.
Research proves
that the Human brain
is a ONE way street.
It can only think
of ONE thing at a time.
Multi-tasking is a an illusion.
Your brain is simply
switching thoughts rapidly.
(Thank you Lord!)
So if you are thinking of
something you Love to do
or someone you Love,
your limited and fragile brain
simply cannot accommodate
another thought.
What a Blessing!

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A garden path filled with beautiful memories.

Another approach to take
in simplifying our ridiculously complex existence,
is to take a philosophical bent.
Of what good is the English language
if we do not entwine syllables of utterance
with inescapable intent?

Learn to say NO.
This is difficult because
we love to please people.
But it is one of the key habits
for those trying to simplify their lives.
If you can’t say no,
you will take on too much.

Let’s truly keep it simple.
Mom …. and …. Dad,
When you say “NO”
let it be accompanied by
truly meaning NO.
Children are greatly confused
when NO means maybe
and then it
evolves into a manipulated YES.
And then the next time you say NO,
it means:
“Put on the boxing gloves!
This child’s voice will beat you
into submission”.

Save the debating
for a college class.
The argumentative attitude
is actually an attribute,
given the right circumstance.
Everything is.

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     Learn to trust in yourself.

Do your child a FAVOR.
When you say NO,
it means NO!
It truly simplifies Life.

And yes,
No may have been a mistake.
Hey, your human.
You BETTER make mistakes
or you will get kicked out
of the species.
It’s one of our birthrights.
I think it’s in the Constitution,
somewhere.
Why do you think it has amendments?

Yes,
we make mistakes.
Even our mistakes
can be mistakes.
Just look at that Constitution:
We made a mistake
and passed the 18th amendment
(to prohibit the sale of the bacterial excrement (YUK!),
called alcohol
along with the important FREEDOM to decide).
Then we made another mistake
and passed the 21st amendment
to correct what became the mistake of the
18th amendment.

What?

Does this sound like a conversation
with YOUR child?

Did you know that Alcohol
was such a powerful substance
that it changed the Constitution
of the United States of America
TWICE?

Think about it.

Alcohol abuse kills some 75,000 Americans
each year
and shortens the lives of these people
by an average of 30 years,
according to a U.S. government study.
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Alcohol really complicates existence.
There is nothing simple about
losing your job,
your driver’s license,
your freedom (hey, your in prison),
your loved ones,
your Life.

Trust me,
you have NO real idea
just how addictive
and destructive to your brain cells
alcohol is.
This excrement ALTERS
brain chemistry.
Drinking alcohol
is EXACTLY like
putting a long straw
into the SEPTIC TANK.
The difference is
that alcohol is flavored
or you could not drink it!
You would taste it
for what it really is.

ALL alcoholic drinks
are made by fermentation caused by bacteria
feeding on the yeast cells,
then defecating.
This bacterial excrement is called
alcohol.

Why do you think it
affects the body and brain
they way it does?
Your brain really does HURT,
your speech is slurred,
and your body is barely able
to move.
Your field of vision
is narrowed
and your view is blurred.
drunk drivingCome on Folks!
The results are exactly
what you would expect
after slurping down
excrement.

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Let it guide you and simplify life.

Limit your communications.
Have you noticed that our lives
are filled with a vast flow of communications:
email, cell phones, paper mail, Skype, Twitter, forums,
and MUCH more.
You have limits.
And when you exceed the speed limit
of your brain,
you drive off the highway
of Life.

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Truth is beauty. And so are you.

I once had several college professors
who wore the same tie
every single day.
This was a pretty good clue
that they did not earn much money
and truly knew
how to simplify life.
(everything has its advantages,
including poverty?)
Their choice each morning
was NOT difficult.
Simple?
Did you ever notice
that such teachers
typically passed every student
and usually with the same
letter grade.
Hey,
they kept it simple.
So do we.
When you pass with a 90% mastery
we give you credit
and an A.
It’s either an A
or keep working!
Simple!

If someone gets a B
what does it really mean?
Good?
If you are good
why didn’t you make an A?
The complexity of subjectivity
is literally killing us.
I read of one young Valedictorian
with a straight A report card
in grades K – 12,
who enrolled at an elite east coast University.
In her first semester she made her first “B”,
and then jumped off the tallest building
she could find.

Perfectionism
is a deadly disorder.
It is an induced psychological malady
that emanates from without,
not from within.

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       What does it really mean?

From the Charles E. Kubley Foundation,
A public charity devoted to improving the lives
of those afflicted by depression:

“Research supports the idea that
elevated standards,
which at worst may manifest as perfectionism,
may leave individuals vulnerable
to perceptions of failure and ultimately
to thoughts of hopelessness . . .”
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Folks,
MISTAKES
are the way we fallible and fragile
and very HUMAN beings
LEARN.
They are the natural
order of things.
They are essential to
Life,
Evolution,
Learning,
Laughter
and LOVE.

I encourage you to make at least ONE
mistake on purpose each day.
Discuss it at length with your young one.
See if he or she can guess which mistake
you made that day
on purpose.
Record your child’s response
and expect him or her to be on Comedy Central
later.
This will be
an entertaining conversation.

Our mistakes give Life
texture,
new direction,
meaning,
reflection
and a wonderful and Loving opportunity
for Forgiveness,
should we have the courage
to ask.

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       You are beautiful!

Research shows
over and over again,
grades in school are HIGHLY subjective.
And they are as outdated as
corporal punishment,
report cards
and permitting bullies
to stay on campus.

The same theme/term paper,
in study after study,
gets graded from an A,
to, you guessed it,
an F
from different teachers.
The same one.
Talk about meaningless,
stressful, confusing and complicated!

Bring home a so-called report card
decorated with a wide variety of letters
of the known alphabet
and thrust it into the direction of some
unsuspecting and victimized parent.
Note the shock on the face
coupled with almost incoherent
mumbling sounds between the two
Creators of the young Humanoid being,
who are then asked to sign it with letters
using the same alphabet.

Now,
two dimensions clash,
one incoherent in sound
the other just not making any sense
at all!

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Report card of the future?

I know someone
who wears only black shoes,
black slacks and black socks.
Simple?
OK. I won’t mention any names.
But it simplifies Life.

My teacher wasJohnny Cash b
Johnny Cash
(The Man in Black).
He simplified the problem
of what to wear.
And his music had a simple
powerful and beautiful
message.
Johnny Cash.
I think that’s how he got paid.
No bookkeeping!

Simple!

Beauty
is another broad avenue
toward simplification.
Let it guide you
and simplify life.
Have you noticed
that you instinctively migrate
toward all things beautiful?
Truth is beauty.
And so are you.

A CHILD simplifies Life.
Oh, you may think
it’s quite the opposite.
But a precious child
provides the simple reason
for living,
for Loving,
for being.

And when you think about it.
That is a simple Truth.
The great Truths
are simple.

Forgiveness simplifies Life.
No longer are you inundated with
thoughts of anguish and anger.
Relationships can become so complex
that they defy our ability to
resolve the dilemmas of
complexity of thought.
Such overwhelming mental disturbance
can evolve into a catastrophic and escalating
mental morass of a mind boggling mess.
Want to simplify?
Simply forgive
and do yourself a favor.

EAT  ORGANIC
You will never believe
how complicated Life can get
if you get seriously ill
from eating the garbage
provided by heartless Corporations.
Organic food is available.
Look for it.
Devour it.
And if it cannot be found
with that label –
forget it!

“Living simply
is the richest and deepest Life
that I can imagine.”

Love is simple.
And loving
will turn a busy, congested, blocked up
six lane mental highway
into a stroll
down a garden path
filled with beautiful memories
and treasured dreams.

Love
is a simple thing.

If you are focused
upon Loving others,
there SIMPLY is
no time
for the complexities
and vagaries
of a life never really lived.

You are beautiful!
You are simply beautiful.
And God wants your precious Life
to be the same.
He Loves you.
He simply Loves you.

And so do I.

Now,
close your tired eyes
and rest assured
that God simply Loves
YOU
much, much more
than you are even capable
of knowing,
just like
you Love your child.

Good night.

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Beauty is another broad avenue toward simplification.

Women who take acetaminophen during pregnancy
are more likely to have a hyperactive child,
according to a new study.
Acetaminophen relieves pain and fever
and is the active ingredient in Tylenol
and hundreds of over-the-counter
and prescription medicines,
including those used for colds, flu, allergies, and sleep,
says the Food and Drug Administration website.

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   Hachikō

LOVE
is simple,
and truly Beautiful.

Hachikō was an Akita dog
born on a farm
near the city of Ōdate, Japan.
He is remembered to this day
for undying Love and loyalty
to his owner, Dr. Eisaburo Ueno,
a professor at Tokyo University.

The professor’s home
was in Tokyo
and he commuted to Komaba
and the agricultural experimental station
in Nishihara.

Hachiko 2On May 21, 1925,
Dr. Ueno did not return.
He had suffered a stroke
and died at the University.

Hachiko was 18 months old.
The next day and
for the next nine years,
Hachiko returned to the station
and waited for his beloved master
before walking home,
alone.

Nothing and no one
could discourage Hachiko
from maintaining his nightly vigil.
It was not until he followed his master in death
that Hachiko failed to appear
at his waiting place at the railroad station.
Hachiko was sent to the homes
of relatives or friends,
but he always continued to await his master,
who was never to return
at the train station.

Hachikō was given away
after his master’s death,
but he routinely escaped,
returning again and again to his old home.
Eventually, Hachikō apparently realized
that Professor Ueno no longer lived at the house.
So he went to look for his master at the train station
where he had accompanied him so many times before.
Each day, Hachikō waited for the return of his owner.

Hachiko bronzThe permanent fixture
at the train station
that was Hachikō
attracted the attention
of other commuters.
Many of the people who frequented the train station
had seen Hachikō and Professor Ueno
together each day.
They brought Hachikō treats and food
to nourish him during his wait.

This continued for nine yearsHachiko 3
with Hachikō appearing precisely
when the train was due at the station.

Hachiko’s fidelity to his master
was known throughout Japan.

During his lifetime Hachiko was held up
in Japanese culture
as an example of true Love, loyalty and fidelity.
He continues to be remembered.

Hachiko statue

Upon Hachiko’s death,
newspaper stories led to the suggestion
that a statue be erected
at the train station.
Contributions from people
in the United States
and other countries were received.
Today, a statue of Hachiko
pays silent tribute
to his faithfulness, his loyalty,
to his Love.
It was erected at his waiting spot
outside the Shibuya railroad station,
which is now the most popular rendezvous point
in Shibuya.

REUNITED bThe famous story of Hachiko
overlooks the fact
that before his master’s passing,
the two would happily reunite
every evening
and walk home together.

In 2015 a new statue was erected showing Hachiko, as he’s rarely been depicted before, bursting with joy upon seeing his owner.
The University of Tokyo erected a bronze statue of Dr. Ueno and Hachiko
on its campus, together at last.

Hachiko’s ashes rest
beside those of his beloved master.

Hachiko grave

Hachiko (1923 – 1935)
click here for more

Hachi: A Dog’s Tale
is a DVD movie (for Kids & Family)
starring Richard Gere & Joan Allen
from Sony Pictures (rated G, 93 min.)
released in 2010. click here

movieAnother Beautiful story
of pure and simple Love
may be found in reading about
Greyfriars Bobby,
the dog who for 14 years
guarded his masters grave,
in Greyfriars Kirkyard in Edinburgh, Scotland.
This Love story
was posted on April 22, 2015
in William’s Weblog.
click here to read

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     Greyfriars Bobby

Please
do not wonder
why our students
are found embracing,
feeding and playing
with our precious adopted
animal friends.
They are busy
with the real
purpose of life

– giving and receiving
unconditional Love,
discovering that
it really does exist.

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The real purpose of life.

You and I make it possible
to experience
unconditional Love
given so freely by our friends,
who sometimes happen to be dogs
and other beautiful Creations of God.
What we do is truly heart-felt
in so many ways.
Through our Loving work,
their precious lives are sustained
and our lives
are made worth living.

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We are all on a journey.

My Dear Friends,
stop holding your breath.
ONLY Love shines the way
into Paradise!

Yes,
Love can move
in slow motion,
somewhere below
the speed of Life.
But it also moves
at the speed of LIGHT,
between your smiles
and the moments
that take
your breath away.

To be in Love
with Life
is to be searching
for your Soul

Anything less
than Love,
is a flash dance
  with death.

Your passion for Life,
your search for Love,
your compassion
for others,
for ALL of God’s
beautiful Creations,
make Life happen.

Our culture
has vastly restricted our sense
of what is possible.
But it is time
My Friends,
to transcend
our self-imposed limits.

Though we have seen the Truth,
we keep losing sight of it,
and then,
we have to find it again.

We are all on a journey
to encounter Love,
to find the Ultimate Truth,
UNKNOWING,
so very unaware,
it lies
through the door
of our Faith,
between the covers
of a Book
more widely read
than any other
ever published on
this Earth –
The Holy Bible.

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If you wish to see
with your own eyes,
the silent Tribute
to Love,
to the Infinite and Everlasting,
Unconditional Love of God

for you and for me,
go outside tonight
and just look up.

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It is time
My Friend,
for your day
to begin,
with the rising of the Sun
in your precious Heart.

Living Life
through Love,
is flying high enough
to finally see
where you have been,
and where
you should have been going
all along.

Goodnight.

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Living Life through Love is flying high.

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How precious did Grace appear in the form of pure Love. We do not have enough time left on this Earth to count all the Blessings. (Photo of my precious Rosie)

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“Feed your faith
and doubt
will starve to death.”

Yes, that's me on the swing I loved at South Elementary (the school was gone but the swing still there).

Yes, that’s me on the swing I loved at South Elementary (the school was gone by 1984, but the swing and the joyful memories remain). This is where I learned that joy is the most important thing that happens in school, and in life.

 “It is very easy to think about Love.
It is very difficult to Love.
It is very easy to Love the whole world.
The real difficulty is to Love
A single human being.”
– Osho

I seem to be in tears lately, as I share with you the stories of my life. Well, here I am again. I am having to dry my eyes to see the computer screen. But I have a large box of tissues and a back up box. So, perhaps, I can finish this tragedy. It may lead you to understand why LeVonna and I detest and abhor alcohol and the deceptively alluring commercials that alter the truth to paint a misleading rosie picture about this highly addictive and horribly destructive bacterial excrement.

Many years ago I fell in love. It was with a truly beautiful heart that belonged to a substitute teacher. Her name was Nona Baggett. And I am sad that I have no photograph of her.

Unbelievably, the school superintendent would not employ her full-time, I later learned, because she was not mean spirited enough. She was not “tough” enough. She did not thrash the students with her tongue or beat them with a board the way so many others did. In this High School, a harsh and demeaning manner was considered imperative and normal. Everyone just tried to survive.

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We always enjoy having the Yorkies spend the day with us.

It was my guess, from observing, that no one around really ever read the New Testament of Jesus Christ. But Nona Baggett did. And she lived according to its beautiful teachings. Her life became such a marvelous example for me and so many others.

The fragrance of her being, the essence her existence, was far more influential in my life, than I can convey to you in mere words. She made me want to be a good person. With her by my side, I fell in love with life. And, she shared with me that there was much about life to love.

Essentially, what I remember from being in the secondary school classes was this: kids were perpetually and constantly being disciplined. Very few were the moments that were inspiring and truly educational. The Wiktionary defines very few as – almost none. It is accurate.

The horrendous situation I found myself in reminds me of what one of our remarkably bright students told Mr. A, when asked what he thought about the school he came from (another public school). He was only five or six at the time. He looked into LeVonna’s eyes, and with a depth of sincerity very sadly said, “Oh, I like learning, but we don’t get to do much of that.” Yes, we enrolled this fine young man.

Back to my story – what I fondly remember about this remarkable substitute teacher was that she was always, and I do mean always, kind and compassionate. Her soft voice still echoes in my thoughts. Her loving manner, I feel to this day. Her example, I try to live by.

Some of the other kids, at the end class, would boast and coldly remark things like, “We ate her lunch. She did not know what hit her!” There were many unkind statements like that. But she never lost focus, never lost control of her demeanor, and left at the end of each day letting those “rascals” know that she really cared for them and loved each one of them. She was – remarkable.

Finis and Gladys loved living on the lake.

Finis and Gladys loved living on the lake.

But I had no idea just how remarkable she really was. It took several years to discover the depth of sorrow carved into her heart. It was so deep, that she came to treat every child, including me, as if he was one of her own. Her beautiful life, and the unconditional love she felt for all those around her, led me to a remarkable insight, a simple truth –

                        “The deeper sorrow is carved into your heart,
                                        the more Love it can contain.”

And her sorrow was almost infinite. Her love lives to this day. And now I must stop for awhile. You understand.

After falling in love with her, I would ride to see her on my bicycle, a distance of about ten miles to her farm in the country. By the time I got there, this skinny little guy was worn completely out. (Thank God my kind Mother would drive out to pick up me and my bike.) But there was always a great and abiding reward at the end of this long journey, the warmest smile and the biggest hug you can imagine. I always felt like I was coming home. And so did my Mother.

Many years later, my Mother would come to tell me that I reminded Nona of her son, her only child. And now that I look back, I can see me in her very loving and very lonely eyes. I gaze into the mirror of time and see what I meant to her and now, what she means to me.

Lonely rivers flow not just to the sea,
they flow to hearts in need.

I was so infatuated with the cute little guinea hens she showed me on her farm, that I slipped a few eggs into my pocket, hoping that they would later hatch. Of course, this little city boy had no idea what was required for those eggs to hatch.

We are so proud of Kevin  Grubbs who received his Master of Arts degree in History from The University of Southern Mississippi.

We are so proud of Kevin Grubbs, who received his Master of Arts degree in History from The University of Southern Mississippi. It was great to see you again!

Today, I always seem to have a few of these beautiful creations in my life. We had three gorgeous white guineas that roamed around the campus for several years, protected by my precious canine friend, Kirby. You can see them in a photo I took and placed at andersonschool.net/ About Us/History page. Today, thanks to my friends Rylee, Kylee and their wonderful Mom, Kayla, and our kind next door neighbor, Bob, we have two turkeys and two guineas in our petting zoo. I love them very much. Thank you!

I especially treasure them today, I believe, because of what happened when my Mother drove me back to Nona’s farm to return the precious treasure of absconded eggs. After all, I did take them without asking. I expected to be scolded and given a proper lecture about taking them, when they were not given to me. I just knew the yoke was about to be on me!

But to know this precious Lady, Nona, was to be given a glimpse into very heart of Heaven. She was, in my humble and grateful opinion, an Angel. She softly patted me on the back of my hand and told me to keep the eggs and then placed them, very gently, and with words so tender, one by one, back into my pockets since, as she said, they meant so  much to me. And then she handed little “Skippy” even more eggs to keep. And I found out, in a kind and loving manner, what was necessary for them to hatch. Importantly, I learned that if you want to correct a behavior, let that someone know that you love them. Tell them in different ways. Their behavior will change out of love for you. And the lessons learned will be profound.

Little Lexi is out of control spoiled by Riley, Diana, Travis and Carter, not to mention Mrs. A

Little Lexi is out of control spoiled by Riley, Diana, Travis & Carter, not to mention Mrs. A. and many others.

You know, God sends his Love to us through such people. I know this, because it has happened so many times, especially in times of deep need. Yes, the Love of God is real. I feel that it is the only thing that is real. I can feel this special Love reach through time, from the loving, gently heart of this truly good Lady. I feel it today. It is stronger today than when I was a child. It is much stronger. In fact, I truly feel that her precious Spirit lives deeply imbedded within my heart. For I, too, became her child. Oh, what a warm and wonderful feeling.

Love seems to be that way. It ripens like fruit in the sun. Like a flower opens in the wind, spreading it’s fragrance all around, making us remember, making us smile. It keeps regret and sorrow and pain so very, very far away. It heals our wounds.

I remember the day I first met Nona. She was substituting for a ninth grade physical science teacher, who had the good judgement to take sick leave as soon as a day became available. I became inured to the horrible conditions I found myself in while enrolled in this pathetic school, if you could call it a school. My Mother had no real choice but to keep me enrolled in the public schools of this unnamed school district, that needed a warning label and was situated in west Texas.

I visited the neglected memorial for a precious third grade teacher, Lillie Hazle. This school district never bothered to replace the tree after it died.

I visited this neglected memorial on the lawn of the long gone old South Elementary School. It was for a precious third grade teacher I remember, Lillie Hazle. This school district never  replaced the tree after it died. Mrs. Hazle will always remain in my heart. (photo: 1984)

This community had become truly intoxicated and addicted to sports. This intoxication was coupled with one for alcohol. They won, as I recall, five state championships in a ten year period. And violence was the order of the day. It was not only tolerated, it was promoted under the guise that, “It toughens them up for the team!”

I, not so fondly, remember walking home, day after dreaded day, and passing by from three to five fist fights. From time to time, I actually fought my way home. No teacher ever stopped a fight at school. They just waited until someone hit the ground, then shouted to get back to class or hit the showers.

Oh my God! There were always so many black eyes that I got a feeling I was attending the Texas school for the half-blind.

There was one benefit. Later, when I became a public school Principal (God has a sense of humor), I utilized the knowledge gained. But, during the period from grade seven to when I decided I had enough, it was not what anyone would call an academic experience. It proved to be a tragic loss of precious time on this Earth. And for what?

Over this time I became possessed of a strong stomach and a hard head, inured to hardship, cruelty, and brutality. I found, as I came to manhood, that I unconsciously protected myself from the pain. But more importantly, I truly treasured anyone with a good heart. And God, in His Mercy, provided what I needed to survive.

And yes, I was a youngster not afraid to pray. I especially prayed for those who were so violent and in need of forgiveness. I can even remember praying for some them while I had them on the ground. I gained some of my best friends this way. The larger ones, and there were some BIG guys, seemed to be impressed and later wanted to spend time with me. Many of them came to accept my love. My concern for them brought me close to those in need. The others remained mentally, socially or morally ill. Many of them died young and very lonely. They are still in my prayers.

The story I wish to share with you, of Nona and John Baggett, remains among the most tragic I have ever encountered. Their son, Andrew Cole, had served, and heroically, three of four years in the U.S. Navy.
As cited from the local newspaper at the time:
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Andrew was the son of J. A. and Nona Baggett – Tx EM3 US Navy –
Born in Stephens County, Texas and died in Stephens County.

He was eager to have his picture made for those he loved before he left for his fourth year in the U. S. Navy. Monday afternoon, Andrew Cole Baggett, 21, walked into the Ramsey Studio and Frank Homme completed the photographic assignment. The navy youth left and Homme yelled, “Good luck.” Baggett replied, “I’ll need it.!”

The next day, the war veteran’s loved ones called Homme to make pictures again. Homme made them as Andrew Cole Baggett lay in the casket at the Satterwhite Funeral home, less than 24 hours after that first studio appointment. He died after his body was thrown clear of the car he was driving on the Cisco highway, a few miles south of Breckenridge.
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Now, I need to add something. Andrew turned his vehicle over, several times, trying to negotiate the turn onto the driveway of his home. He died at the entrance to the house where his parents lived. What a horrendous discovery to make as you exit your home. And yes, he was intoxicated.

Mrs. A with Finis and Gladys Williams

Mrs. A with Finis and Gladys Williams (1982)

Many years ago, long after this tragedy, I had a dear friend and a man, who in many ways, took the place of the Father I never saw. His name was Finis Williams, and there was absolutely nothing he would not do for my Mother or for me or anyone else in need. I found him frequently repairing our plumbing or doing electrical work, or whatever was needed. And he would never accept pay.

Finis told me, privately and in tears, that Andrew was drinking at some event on the day he died and that he, Finis, tried, very hard, to let him drive Andrew home, since he was obviously drunk. But Andrew refused. And now, Finis is tearfully devastated by the loss of such a wonderful young man. Finis said, with the saddest look I have seen, “I should have taken his keys away. Just look at what has happened to his parents”.

Finis and your's truly

Finis and Yours Truly. (1984)

It was then that I recalled that every time I visited Nona’s home, her husband sat quietly, absolutely quiet, in a chair and never spoke a word. He never greeted me or said anything. Later, Nona explained that he never recovered from the loss of their son. And I found out that, until his death, he was in a near comatose state. The death of his only child, his treasured son, was the death of his desire to live.

Perhaps, in sharing this story, you can take steps to spare someone’s precious child, and a beloved family, from such a tragedy. If so, Andrew’s untimely death may not have been in vain.

Finis took me fishing, and boating and camping dozens of times over the years. He taught me how to water ski, camp out, cook, skin a fish, brag about the catch, tell tall tales (hey, it’s west Texas), and, how to be compassionate. Many times he would take out the catch, gut and clean the fish and then drive to someone’s home who was struggling to earn a living, usually a black family. There he would give that family all the fish we caught that day. And they were truly grateful.

Finis was our “Milk Man”. He delivered the milk in one quart glass jugs to the doorsteps of many people. And one day, he brought milk to our doorstep. My Mother invited him in, and while visiting, he noticed that I returned from a “fishing trip” to the Gonzales creek. I was about eight years of age, at the time.

Finish asked me about my catch. And I explained that I did not catch anything. He then, and with tender words and actions, asked me to examine my fishing “gear”. He noted that I was fishing with a sewing needle and explained that I really needed a fishing “hook” with barbs on it, to hold onto the fish once it took the bate. He asked me about my bate and I confessed that I tried using grasshoppers, but they slipped off the needle. I needed a lot of help. Hey, I still do.

Portrait of an Angel, Finis Williams

Portrait of an Angel on this earth, Finis Williams

Finis smiled broadly, chuckled, and looked at my Mother and exclaimed, “Well, I finally met a REAL fisherman, someone who loves fishing so much that he would risk his life to fish from the slippery and dangerous banks of the Gonzales creek, without fishing pole (I had a long stick), thread for line, just some old grasshoppers for bait and no fishing hooks, just a needle (he carefully examined my gear). Yes, young man! You are just the fishing partner I have been looking for. Would you like to join me one day?

Well, I was quite excited. You can just imagine. And the next weekend Finis shows up with gifts: a new tackle box FULL of fishing lures, a bucket of live bait and a brand new fishing pole, yes, a real fishing pole. And off we go, with a real boat in tow to a real lake. And we caught twenty three perch, and yes, we cleaned them and took them to a family in need. The families we helped in this manner were always truly grateful. I recall many tearful moments.

A couple of years later, I learned that Finis was fired from his job as the local milk man. I remembered, while on the playground of South Elementary School, that Finis would frequently drive his milk truck to the playground, located in the back of school, and hand out small cartons of milk to the kids, those left over that did not sell. Well, he was fired for giving the milk away, rather than putting it all in a dumpster. The owner of the company ordered the product thrown away rather than give anyone anything. The highway to Hades may also be paved with, uh, milk.

I cannot tell you how proud I was of my fishing buddy and friend, Finis Williams. I cannot wrap a sentence around the word “Love” with enough emotion to share my feelings and my deep, abiding regard for such a loving man. Here was someone who knew what life was all about and knew how to live it.

Later, the notorious junior high school I attended would employ Finis as one of the custodians. And I was so joyful knowing that my dear friend and fishing buddy was always nearby. We planned many a fishing trip from behind the trash cans and shared many slightly exaggerated stories of fish that grew in length by the minute. Truth, to someone in love with fishing, can become a highly subjective thing.

Hey, if you don’t think God loves you, just look around. He is disguised in many faces and gazes through many eyes. He is right around the next corner. He is always standing near you. He is always in your face.

I need another box of tissue.

People ask me, “Why do you spend so much time writing a weblog?” Well, it is therapeutic. But, if I can help just one other precious soul with this information, I am truly happy. And I hope I help you.

Please know that there is a horrendous and unfathomable price to pay when you consume the bacterial excrement, alcohol. But, importantly, there is ALWAYS a far greater cost than your suffering and death, O self-centered one. It is the collateral damage done to those who love you. The parents of Andrew Cole Baggett literally stopped living when their only son died. Their reason for living was gone. The hope, the love, the passion for life – all extinguished by liquid from a can.

I remember visiting their home on many occasions. And I was always deeply impressed when looking into a small classroom on the property. It was constructed to provide for the only child of this couple and a few others, much like this school. I thought it strange that it was never touched, only cleaned. Nothing was ever moved from the place it was found on the last day Andrew attended school. It was, in retrospect, a memorial for the dearly loved, and only son, of John and Nona Baggett.

Instead of being able to honor this fine young man, the courageous hero that Andrew became in the United States Navy, his body was buried along with the hearts of his parents, in a deep hole in the Gunsight Cemetery. The flowers that grow there are watered by tears. And in all that time, over so very many years, I still cry for this precious family.

The next time you lift a glass or a can filled with so much regret, so much unbearable pain, so much loss of life and precious love, say a prayer for the now nameless millions who have gone before you and left behind a landscape that resembles nothing but misery and death. Please remember that as you wander further and further down into this valley of the shadow of death, you are taking your loved ones with you. Alcoholism is not singular disease. It is always accompanied by other victims. It is a social disorder on a magnitude and scale that defies definition. It envelopes and destroys entire families, your other loved ones and friends, and frequently, many others that were simply going down the highway at the same time. Each year the number is in the millions. But the numbers do not matter as much as you do. They are insignificant to those who love you, if you drown in the sea of apathy and alcohol.

The consumption of alcohol frequently leads to a portrait drawn of the loneliest place on earth, a graveyard. And the flowers, yes, those flowers, are not what they seem. They are watered by the tears of the deeply loved and lost. They never blossom in the warm sunlight of tomorrow. They died. Their lives were stolen, along with all the precious dreams.

Andrew Cole Baggett

For our trip on Friday, Jan. 16, 2015

We will meet at 8:30 a.m. at school to work on our Shakespeare production with Director, George Rodriguez.

Following lunch we will caravan to the Food Court in the Ridgmar Mall for lunch and then enjoy the new movie Unbroken,Buy Movie Tickets for Unbroken based upon the N.Y. Times best seller book.

The younger children will view Paddington, Rated PG at 11:45 a.m. running 1 hour and 35 minutes.Paddington showtimes and tickets

Start time for Unbroken:
12:30 p.m.
Runtime for Unbroken:
137 min
MPAA Rating for Unbroken:
PG-13 for Brief Language, War Violence, Intense Sequences of Brutality.
Synopsis of Unbroken:
During World War II, Olympian and war hero Louis Zamperini (Jack O’Connell) survives for 47 days at sea in a raft, only to be captured by the Japanese navy and sent to a prisoner-of-war camp.
Genre for Unbroken:
Biography, War, Historical drama
IMPORTANT DATES:
Jan. 19 (Monday) Dr. Martin L. King Holiday
Jan. 23 Fort Worth Stock Show
Feb. 16 (Monday) President’s Day Holiday
Mar. 9-13 Spring Break Holidays
April 3 & 6 (Fri. & Mon.) Easter Holidays
April 28 Scarborough Renaissance Festival
(Drama Competition is “Twelfth Night”)
May 4 & 5 (Mon. & Tuesday) Dress Rehearsal and Performance of Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night at Stage West Theater

What To Tell Your Kids About Alcohol / Military Museum of Fort Worth

MARY ALICE & DOG - Meteorite Gallery 002

“Who ever said that diamonds
are a girl’s best friend
never owned a dog.”

What Exactly Is Alcohol?

Most people simply do not know
and our children really have no idea.

My friends, this is information that we need to protect our precious children from a horrible existence and early death. The life of an alcoholic is all too typically a very lonely, deeply depressing, utterly miserable, poverty stricken struggle for mere existence and with little or no hope for the future and NO joy in life.

My prayer is for you is to share this information with your children.

We had fun getting “cubed” at Flight Deck.

About 2 billion people across the world consume alcoholic drinks. Alcohol is the most widely used drug in the United States. Unlike most other drugs, alcohol carries the potential to damage many organs of the body; including the heart, brain, liver, and digestive system. And, when you think about it, damages another organ outside of your body, in the bodies of others who love you, in an organ called the heart.

The use of alcohol results in the death of two and one half million people each year and causes serious illness and injury to many millions more. Most deaths caused by alcohol results from injuries, cancer, cardiovascular diseases and liver cirrhosis.

Alcohol is also associated with infectious diseases like AIDS, tuberculosis and sexually transmitted disease. This is because alcohol consumption weakens the immune system, reduces inhibitions, and distorts judgment.

Of 19 major health concerns, alcohol is ranked #3, and is greater than unsafe water, high blood pressure, tobacco, obesity and illicit drugs (ranked #18). Source: Global Health Risks.

Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, is the third leading cause of birth defects with accompanying mental retardation and alcohol is involved in half of all fatal automobile accidents. We cannot even imagine the loss of potential.

Research has shown that prolonged periods of drinking produces specific brain damage which causes blackouts, disorientation, and loss of memory. Studies suggest a connection between alcohol and stressors contributing to heart disease. Click here for more.

The World Health Organization released The Global Strategy to Reduce the Harmful Use of Alcohol, endorsed by Member States. Click here for more.  It promotes proven effective measures for reducing alcohol-related harm including:
taxation on alcohol;
• reducing availability through allowing fewer outlets to sell alcohol,
raising age limits for those buying
• regulating or banning marketing of alcoholic beverages and
• conducting information and educational campaigns

Let’s Get Personal, Because It Is.

Jason Jackson

Jason Jackson was deeply loved by everyone.

Over the years, Mrs. Anderson and I have lost many precious friends and neighbors to the excrement Alcohol. Our deeply loved friend and former parent, Jason Jackson, fought on an unlevel field of battle against this powerful drug and its accomplices – ignorance, apathy and prejudice. Because of our misguided tolerance, the ready availability of alcohol contributes directly to millions of people falling victim to its overwhelming seduction and power.

Jason knew this deadly excreted chemical was more powerful than he was. We discussed this on many occasions. And as he reached out for help, I found his spirit to be courageous. In my opinion, as a society and as members of the family of man, we have failed our brother Jason and millions more, in not helping to provide a landscape at least partially free from such palpable and blatant temptation.

Countless times he reminded me of numerous places all along our streets and highways to purchase alcohol. He told me privately that every time he passed a place where it was advertised and easily available, the indescribable and horrible compulsion of need overwhelmed him. He asked me why? Why is this product available on every street corner and in-between? Many times he asked me how he could stay away from something he was reminded of every few minutes as he traveled along on our streets and highways and even in grocery stores and gas stations.

That, my friends, is a very good question. The ready availability of this toxic, debilitating and deadly excrement is responsible for the death of this fine young man – and millions more. As citizens, we hold the power to limit the sale and distribution within our communities. Why are we not actively seeking to help our children, our neighbors and ourselves, in fighting to limit the sale and reduce temptation and exposure to this harmful excrement?

We truly enjoyed dining at Greenwood's Restaurant

We truly enjoyed dining at Greenwood’s Restaurant

The truth is sad. “We, the people” allow lobbyists from the liquor industry to influence those we place in a position of Sacred Trust, those we elect to public office. We, through our blind faith in those we elect, permit the influence of money to overwhelm our capacity for compassion and our common sense. And why do we keep electing these people? Do you think any of our elected representatives will attend the funeral of any one of the victims of alcohol abuse?

By not acting and voting in a responsible manner, we contribute to the illusion that there is no problem, while we bury our beloved children out of sight and in early graves, as we continue to drive by the cause of their suffering and demise. How blind are we? How insensitive have we become? How much sorrow can we endure? My, how the tears tears have flowed.

Henry David Thoreau said that most men live lives of quiet desperation. Jason lived such a life. He told me he did not own a television because he simply drank all evening until he passed out. And there are countless millions that live as such. Perhaps you passed by one today, living under a bridge or begging on the corner of the street.

I ask you today to please remember Jason, and the many, many others who have struggled against impossible odds to free themselves from dangerous drugs such as the bacterial excrement, alcohol. Resolve with me that Jason and all the other countless victims shall not have died in vain. That through you, our other sons and daughters shall have a new birth of freedom – the freedom to live the life that Jason could only dream of, on so many nights, as he wept and prayed for help.

When you drink alcohol, it is not casual. It is not harmless. It is serious, especially if you consume this drug in the presence of children, and give its consumption your stamp of approval. The reality of drinking gains a new dimension of acceptability, without the true and hidden recognition of its seductive and highly destructive power. The casual apathy associated with its acceptance as a simple beverage, forms a strong and usually unbreakable bond of relational tolerance that simply should not exist.

Any drug powerful enough to change the Constitution of the United States – twice – and destructive enough to cause tens of thousands of deaths on America’s highways and destroy millions of families and lives in associated heath disorders, is too powerful to play with. There is no such thing as a safe level of alcohol consumption. The idea that drinking small amounts of alcohol will do you no harm is a myth. Click here to read more. Liberal guidelines may have kept some people from getting too drunk, but they failed to take into account the growing body of work linking alcohol use with cancer. Click here to read more.

If you need a distraction, a beautiful release from the pain that you feel in life, find someone like Jason and spend time with them. Offer some comfort from the overwhelming burdens they carry on their long, painful and lonely road of life. As the beautiful folk music of my time echoes back – “It’s a long, long journey, so stay by my side”. The only things that you truly possess are those things you give to others, for they live on in the heart. And the most valuable thing you can give to anyone, especially those in such need, is your time. Let someone know you love them and find some peace tonight. And please remember:

“SPENDING TIME WITH CHILDREN
IS MORE IMPORTANT
THAN SPENDING MONEY ON CHILDREN.”
Anthony D. Williams, from: Inside the Divine Pattern

I feel that few, if any, will long remember what I try to convey. It is such a tragic realization. But please allow me to wish you strength. And I pray we will all have courage. But more than this, know that I wish you love. May the courage of your convictions, in some way, honor the precious memory of our beloved friend Jason. As I shared with him, when last we met, my prayer is for you to search for the strength to always share the bountiful love that lives in your heart, for in the end, that is truly all we will have left.

And privately, I have wondered if the volume of tears shed by all the countless millions affected by the losses we have suffered is not greater than the volume of alcohol consumed by its victims.

So, What Is Alcohol?

It was bad enough when Scientific American broke the news that there are ten bacteria cells in or on the human body for each human cell. That we are out-numbered 10 to 1 in our own bodies. That there hundreds of times more bacteria genes as human genes living in and on us. We are made mostly of bacteria.

Derek had too much fun.

Yeast poop. When you get right down to it, the pseudo happy juice that makes you pass out and makes you fat and irritable, is yeast poop. Yeast eat sugar and drops big, steaming loads of booze wherever they go. And they pass gas a lot too. You may as well stick a straw in the septic tank. The effect will be the same!  Click here for more.

ME TOO!

   Me Too!

It is true that alcohol is the name given to the excrement that bacteria excrete, after feeding on fruit/vegetation during so called fermentation (a fancied word for excrementation) ?

Alcohol is a toxin, and is toxic to the human body in even moderate

The gang was excited about adopting a new puppy.

The gang was excited about adopting a new puppy.

amounts. While we may have a few drinks and not feel anything, our body certainly takes notice of the alcohol.

The story of how alcohol came to be, … asserts gleefully that fungi in grape juice “gorge” themselves and leave their liquid excrement. That is what alcohol is.

Yeast: It Eats Sugars And Poops Alcohol. What’s Not To Like?

Yes, we have discovered that alcohol is essentially the toilet water of a fungus. Alcohol is yeast excrement.

And here he is! It’s Rosie Junior or “RJ”.

Beer, as all alcoholic drinks, is made by fermentation caused by bacteria feeding on the yeast cells, then defecating. This bacterial excrement is called alcohol.

The term ‘toddlers’ originated in England. There were impurities in the drinking water that disallowed the water to be used for drinking. A common alternative drink was beer (it was cheep, plentiful and the water used to make it was treated during the initial boiling during brewing). Toddlers, just weaning off of mothers milk were unaccustomed to the effects of beer. This coupled with the fact that they were just learning how to walk really made them toddle.

It was the accepted practice in Babylonia 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride’s father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer, and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the “honey month” or what we know today as the “honeymoon”.

Julie demonstrates how exactly to take flight.

Julie show us how exactly to take flight.

Many years ago in England, pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim or handle of their ceramic cups. When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service. “Wet your whistle”, is the phrase inspired by this practice.

Alcohol is made from the excrement of a living yeast organism. When the yeast is fed carbs in the form of grapes, hops, potatoes, corn etc., it digests it and excretes toxic alcohol.

“If you are depressed,
you are living in the past.

If you are anxious,
you are living in the future.

If you are at peace,
you are living in the present.

– Lao Tzu

Military Museum of Fort Worth

On Friday, February 28, 2014, we will meet at 10:15 a.m. at the Military Museum of Fort Worth, 712 Dorothy Lane (Telephone: (817) 386-9498).
After our visit to this museum, we will dine at a nearby eatery and then return to school. Pickup will be at school at 2:30 p.m.

Please Note: Uniform pants with a belt, & RED monogrammed school shirts are required. PARENTS /GUARDIANS / FRIENDS are always invited to participate on our trips. Comfortable shoes are highly recommended. Dress for the weather.

Since its founding, America has been blessed to have brave men and women fighting for her honor. These soldiers give their hearts, minds, bodies and lives to the country they hold dear. Since the American Revolution, they have fought for our freedom and liberty, and their stories have been passed down through the generations. That great history would be lost, though, if it weren’t for other men and women who dedicate their time and energy to keeping it alive.

At the museum we can learn about Texas men and women who served their country in WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam and the Gulf Wars. Some of the artifacts and memorabilia on display include uniforms, maps, photographs, videos and heartfelt letters home. The uniform jacket of 1st Lt. Audie Murphy, America’s most decorated soldier, is on display across from the German naval flag that Lt. Amon G. Carter, Jr. brought home after he was released from a German POW camp in 1945.

The Military Museum of Fort Worth is located in a building that was once a small business just north of Fort Worth’s Cultural District. It focuses on men and women who served in Texas, or served in a unit based in or trained out of Texas for military conflicts since 1900.

If you really want to know what it was like to serve in the Marines, the museum has a toy chest full of military gear for people to touch and try on, including a helmet, vest, water bucket, and combat pack.

The museum has been in existence since 2008 to preserve the military artifacts and histories of the men, women, and units linked to Texas during the 20th Century. Our goal is to not only honor the veterans, but to use these resources to promote this history to visitors by educating the general public about the contributions and sacrifices of these men and women. Our goals are reached by providing outreach exhibits and educational seminars in venues outside of the museum. The Board of Directors is made up of veterans, historians, and military enthusiasts volunteers from the Dallas/Fort Worth area.

We must observe the POLICIES of the Museum. [You may NOT act like you are at war]

FINANCIAL: A $5.00 per student/adult donation to the museum will be collected. Please provide funds for lunch.

Parking may be difficult. Please allow extra time.

Gift Shop: yes / Lunch: Yes (please provide funds)

IMPORTANT DATES
Mar. 10-14 Spring Break Holidays
Mar. 21 Texas Indian Market and Showcase (Arlington)
May 1 Tuition Due for 2014-15

Emergency Telephone No: 682-777-1908

Is Sugar Toxic? Does It Cause Cancer?

This news could save the life of your child! And, importantly, eliminate unfathomable suffering.

Allow me to direct you to an article entitled, “Is Sugar Toxic?” that appeared in the New York Times Magazine on Sunday, April 17.

There is now very strong evidence that indicates sugar is not just another food. It is toxic and poisonous. Sugar does very strange and horrible things in the human body.

We have known for decades that sugar feeds cancer. Now we know that sugar actually causes cancer — as well as obesity, heart disease, high blood pressure and diabetes. And sugar is, as you know from observing your children, highly addictive.

In Cancer Defeated, Ty Bollinger has clearly stated the fact that all these problems are really one problem. Ty states that we didn’t know the exact mechanism, but now the picture is coming clear.

Folks, your children should eat fresh, raw foods — but those foods should be vegetables. Fruit consumption should be low to moderate.

It has long been understood that alcohol (one step chemically removed from sugar) is toxic, it immediately affects the brain. It is acutely toxic.” When you drink alcohol, you feel it within a very few minutes. And the real danger with alcohol is that it is subtly addictive – so slight over time as to be difficult to detect. You simply don’t realize the problem until you have it. By then your brain chemistry has been physically altered and you have a disease that kills millions of people each year, many of them innocent victims on our highways.

Excessive, long-term use of alcohol damages your liver. But that’s not the reason it’s heavily regulated. Various levels of government regulate alcohol because of what it does to you within a few minutes, not years.

Dr. Robert Lustig thinks America needs rehabilitation for sugar addiction. According to brain scans, sugar is as addictive as cocaine, the California-based endocrinologist told CBS News’ “60 Minutes.”

It causes a euphoric effect that triggers dopamine, the chemical that controls pleasure in the brain. The average America eats a third of a pound of sugar every day. To read more, click here.

Dr. Lustig tells us that a can of Coke is as bad for your liver as a can of beer. The stress this drink puts on this organ is severe. Soda belly, he says, equals beer belly. You will find 45 grams of sugar, that’s 8 teaspoons, in just one Coke. Want to view a wake-up video? Click here and watch this.

In a related and interesting side-note, the scientist who discovered sucralose (Splenda) was originally trying to create an insecticide. An assistant thought he had been instructed to “taste” a compound he had only been asked to “test”. The prospective bug killer was very sweet!

Drinking one Coke a day for a year results in the consumption of 32 pounds of sugar. Drinking one Coke a day, instead of an equivalent amount of water for a full year would cause your child to gain 18 pounds.

We have been destroying our health for as long as we have been alive, starting with baby formulas.

To quote a recent New York Times article: “One of the diseases that increases in incidence with obesity, diabetes and metabolic syndrome is cancer. . .The connection was first reported in 2004 in large population studies by researchers from the World Health Organization’s International Agency for Research on Cancer. It is not controversial.”

The N.Y. Times quotes Craig Thompson, President of the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center:  “I have eliminated refined sugar from my diet and eat as little as I possibly can, because I believe that ultimately it’s something I can do to decrease my risk of cancer.”

Parents, please eliminate refined sugar from the diets of your children. It is something you can do to decrease their risk of cancer and other serious problems. It is not just death that you are dealing with, it is immense suffering.

In ten years Ty Bollinger suspects that most people will think of sugar about the same way they think of smoking. The day is coming. But that day may be too late for your loved ones.

Please visit cancerdefeated.com for more information.