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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.

On 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.

The 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 years
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.

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.

The 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 (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

Another 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

     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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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)

The Gift of Single-mindedness / Our Dragonflies are Grateful for the Pesticide Free Campus

Getting children to think is easy,
If you think about it.
But don’t think too much.

“Do everything in moderation,
including moderation.” 
– Benjamin Franklin
Inventor of many things, including
The United States of America

Moderation is the best advise
I have encountered.
The violation of this admonition
Is why a few of us
Are driving a Tesla.
This poor man,
Who changed the way the whole world lives,
Did not heed this gentle warning.

     Emerson

“The sanity of society
is a balance of a thousand insanities.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson

Nikola Tesla, according to Life Magazine’s
Special issue of September, 1997,
Is among the 100 most famous people
Of the last 1,000 years.
He did not become insane,
As we may be able to define it,
At the end of his life,
For he was like that his entire life.
The line between insanity and genius
Is thin
And often does not exist.

“There is no great genius
without some touch of madness.“
                       – Seneca

This assumption is reasonable within
The levels of intelligence he demonstrated.
Thinking far too much
Contributed to his lonely, withdrawn existence.
He died without ever getting married
Or having the joy of children
To drive him insane.
read more

 “When we remember that we are all mad,
the mysteries disappear
and life stands explained.”
– Mark Twain

NIKOLA TESLA

WE ARE OF SINGLE MIND

My friends,
The awareness of
Our ability, or disability,
As some may view it,
To think of one,
And ONLY one,
Thing at a time,
Can become a gift of Life.

But this phenomenon can become
A deadly exercise in poor judgement,
If you think you can text while driving.
Not fully knowing that the human brain
Simply switches rapidly back and forth
From one thought to another,
Has cost much needless suffering
And many lives.

You, and I, are capable of thinking
About only ONE thing at a time.
Research (read more) has proven this
Time after time.
Oh, there are exceptions,
Very few,
But these exceptions are not me,
And they are not you.

 The myth of multitasking has never been stronger.
But researchers prove it is a myth
And they have the data to prove it.

As we discussed in my class in
Philosophy, The Art of Wondering,
Humans don’t do things simultaneously.
Instead, we switch our attention from task to task
Extremely fast,
Or, if you are like me,
A little slower.

And, if you are like me,
Drink another fruit smoothie
And think only about
Getting the very last drop.
Staring into the bottom of the cup
Is a deep enough thought,
When you stop thinking about it.
For those of you who referred to me
As an old smoothie,
You were about 40% right.
The rest is made up of water
Three brain cells
And one nerve ending.
I keep asking my students
Not to step on that.

“In order to act,
you must be somewhat insane.
A reasonably sensible man
is satisfied with thinking.”
– Georges Clemenceau

According to Meyer, Evans and Rubinstein,
“Multitasking may seem efficient on the surface
But may actually take more time in the end
And involves more error.
Mental blocks created by shifting between tasks
Can cost as much as 40 percent of
Someone’s productive time.”
(This explains texting and auto accidents.)
read more

“The brain is very good
at deluding itself.”
– neuroscientist Earl Miller

But there is unbelievable beauty
In our awareness
Of ourselves.

This inability (to multitask)
Like so very, very many things,
Should be recognized as a Gift,
A singular ability,
A Blessing,
If you think about it,
But not too much.
Remember, moderation in everything
Including moderation.

But what exactly does that mean?
What is a moderate, moderate.
I think we keep looking for that being
To elect to public office –
A moderate, moderate.
But since I do not know
What this is,
I do not know
Who this is
To vote for.

 We humans may eventually evolve
Into beings that can think
More than ONE thought
At a time,
Perhaps, even thinking about
EVERYTHING at once,
Much like the quantum computers
We are now creating.
(read more here to blow your mind out of calm waters)

Such a God like quality
May bring us
“Nearer My God to Thee”,
But so far,
Our single-mindedness has brought us
The internet,
Fruit smoothies (Thank you Lord!) and
The Atomic Bomb.

I Pray
That enabling even more capability,
Doesn’t also blow up
In our hands.

But my dear Friends,
Hidden very deep within the folds
Of our SINGULAR ability
To think one thought at a time,
Lies a secret to a happy life.
Knowing that you can think about
One, and only ONE thing
At a time
Is a truly precious insight.

It is your awareness
Of this
That is of value,
Not the knowing itself,
Not the thing you know you can
Or cannot do.

Hang in there.
I am swimming to
The shallow end of the pool,
Running out of air,
Breathing deep and
Taking in more water.
This is where more children my age go
To have fun.

Knowing that your mind can harbor
Only ONE thought at a time –
Being fully aware of this –
Can place you in control
Of the next moment,
The next hour,
In control of your life.

If in THIS moment
You are sad, regretful or depressed,
Quickly,
Do something else,
Something you may call distracting,
That you know would not be unpleasant, painful,
Something that would be, in fact, pleasurable,
Anything, including just jumping into the pool.
Hey, try it with all your clothes on –
Then you’ll have something to remember!
That will really take your mind off your miseries.
You will laugh so hard
You may not be able to get out of the pool
By yourself, without help.
So, pull the helper
Into the water with you!
That will make your day,
And his.

Life need NOT
Be uneventful.

I pushed my sweet LeVonna
Into a swimming pool fully clothed.
She never strolled by another pool
Standing close to me again.
It still makes my day
Just thinking about it.

Are you getting the picture yet?
Hey, (west Texan for, Hey)
You can be fully in control
Of this moment,
Of your mind,
Of your mood.

By the way,
Pushing her into the pool
Was the last moment
I felt any kind of control of her.
What boggles my mind is,
She then said “Yes”,
And were married shortly thereafter.
Crazy pays.

Try other distracting things:
To putting on a favorite movie,
To calling a good friend
(that’s what they are for, silly),
To taking a nice, warm (or ice cold) bath,
To opening a really good book,
To cuddling with the dog or cat,
To saying something funny,
Or preparing something great to eat
Or eating that great something,
Or shopping
(great therapy, just ask the Ladies)
Or best yet:
Totally immersing yourself in
Helping someone else in need.

You get the idea.

You are in charge, in control
In command of the very next moment,
The next hour
The rest of the beautiful day,
A beautiful Life.
You are so singular in your ability
To think,
That you have nothing more
To be responsible for
Than the next thought
About the next moment.

WE cannot think two thoughts
At the same moment,
(Thank you Lord),
So take control of the only thing
You need to control
Or can control.
And keep on controlling.

Remember,
You simply cannot worry
About tomorrow
While you are on a high speed roller coaster,
(Isn’t that right, Ian?)
In a hot air balloon,
Or full of hot air, like me,
Or right after
You were stung by a honey bee
(It happens when your trying to help them.
We house these beautiful creations
behind our house.)

Life, my friend,
Is a SERIES
Of small pleasures,
Distractions,
Moments
YOU make.

So stay in motion.

Make every “momentous” decision
One for Joy.
Don’t leave room in your mind,
Or your precious Heart,
For even one second of sadness.
God has empowered you
To think,
To do,
To act,
And to Love life.
He Loved you enough
To give you Life.
And He will Love you
Long after.

Yes,
God has empowered you
To Love your life,
To Love every person you meet,
To Love every turtle crossing the street
(they are now ALL endangered species),
Every cricket keeping you awake,
Every river you cross,
Every thought
That flows into the Eternal Sea.

Never stop acting,
Deciding, moving your mind
To do the things that
Bring joy into life.
It is
Your decision.
And it always has been,
And always will be.

Get out of your chair,
Kick open the front door,
And run –
Toward anything or anyone
That has ever made you happy,
That will bring you pure Joy
Again and again and again.

Life,
Is a SERIES
Of small pleasures.

My dear friends,
It is no longer necessary
For you to be unhappy,
To live without Joy
In your life.

Being aware
Of the Love of God
For you,
Of your awareness of life,
It’s limitations,
It’s opportunities
And your ability to
Command the next moment of
Your presence on this Beautiful Earth,
Can free your mind,
And your precious Heart,
From all fear,
Despair, boredom
And hopelessness.

Take time
To contemplate
The rare beauty of your existence,
Of this awesome moment,
That is the true Treasure
Of your brief time.

Capture the next moment in time
Take command of what you do,
And then, share your story.
So many others need help along the way.

My Precious Friend,
You are Morning,
Before Tomorrow comes the night,
And Blessed are the moments
In which you take the time
To sing your song,
To Blossom in God’s Spring,
To bring warmth to Hearts in need,
And feel the Sacred Rain,
That ever so gently falls
In tears,
From all the Joy
You bring.

May the Joy of our Lord
Always abide
In your
Very Precious Heart.

Our school has a large number of
Beautiful Dragon Flies.
In twenty years
I have never been bitten by a mosquito at school.
I don’t know of any other place
Where one can make the same claim.

Dragonflies also feed on other insects like flies.
Once hatched, the larva of the Dragonfly
Becomes an aquatic predator,
Feeding on other aquatic insects,
Including mosquito eggs and larvae.
The mosquito is the deadliest
Creature on planet Earth.
They are the deadliest,
because they spread so much disease.
Mosquitoes are responsible
For the deaths of many hundreds of thousands
Of people every year.
Estimates are difficult to come by.

Maintaining a pesticide free environment
Pays huge dividends.
Not only for the safety of our precious children,
But for so many of God’s other
Stunningly beautiful Creations.
And since Humans are
The number two killer on the planet,
I recommend
Hate Free Environments.
Now there’s an idea
Worth thinking about.
But we haven’t thought about that much,
Have we?

if you are installing a bug zapper to fight mosquitoes,
And have a Dragonfly population,
Turn it off.
It zaps the beautiful dragonflies, too.

My precious Rosie shared countless small moments of pure joy with me for 18 years and one month. She still resides deeply embedded in my heart. Life, is a SERIES Of small pleasures. And I cannot count the number she gave to me. Sometimes, the greatest Gifts are very small indeed. God Blesses us in ways we are not always fully aware of.

The Legacy of a Deeply Loved Little Dog / God Answers Prayer / See you next Tuesday

My deeply Loved “Rosie”

My precious Rosie passed away on Feb. 1 of this year, at the all too young age of 18 years and one month, the equivalent of 126 human years, so I am told. Our new R.J., or Rosie Junior, is named after Rosie. He was given his name by my friend Ian. We both missed our little Rosie so much, that our hearts cried out for her precious, healing Spirit to live again. So our students traveled to the Fort Worth Animal Shelter to find another precious puppy to save and to love. They selected, with Ian’s approval, our wonderful new friend, “R.J.”

The first photo of little “R.J.” taken at the animal shelter. Ian, pictured left, is giving very careful consideration to his choice.

The tragedy of our unbearable loss was turned into the realization of salvation for a beautiful new love and a truly great joy.

And now, I wish to share with you another story that possesses a hidden dimension of deep and abiding Love and affection, together with the power of prayer to save life. This story is not about a pharmaceutical. It is a story about the Love of God. And it emanates from the small heart of little dog, rescued literally, on the road of life so very long ago – my little Rosie. read more

Sharing this takes some courage. But I know, within the heart of every creature created by our Lord, there dwells enough Love to light a dark night in the life of someone. And so, in honor of Rosie’s abiding Love, I share with you the following story of her salvation, and mine. There is, my friends, another reason, unknown to you until now, that Rosie lived for so very many years. And I feel that you need to know.

Rosie had cancer. I cannot express to you how heartbroken I was. And so I prayed for guidance. I prayed for anything that would help my deeply Loved little friend. Yes, I still needed her Love. And, I felt that it was not time for her to depart from me. And so I prayed. Yes, I tearfully prayed for a great love in my life, my little dog, my precious Rosie.

My last photo of precious Rosie.

The next day it was time for my annual physical examination. And during this, my wonderful physician of many years, whom I deeply admire, gave me a new prescription for a per-diabetic condition.

My cautionary statements in previous weblogs about Sugar, a type of carbohydrate, and other carbohydrates that come in a variety of forms including, complex carbohydrates and fiber, come from personal experience. If you monitor the amounts of carbohydrates you have throughout the day, optimal blood sugar levels can be achieved in part by controlling carbohydrate portions. read more

Upon leaving the examining room, my Doctor said something quite intriguing. After shutting the door, he cracked it opened again and softly said: “This drug has a beneficial side effect.” And then, he quietly closed the door and left, again. It was almost as if he was sharing a secret!

Rosie chaired the counseling department. She was a great listener and always agreeable. Well, maybe not always.

From all the commercials I have survived, I thought prescription drugs only had detrimental side effects! You know, the ads that leave you feeling so good you change the channel, and then forget what channel the movie was on – you take this product and your face falls off, you die but not before suffering and wondering about your ability to use sound judgement, you lose functionality of essentially all biological systems, nausea (always pleasant), vomiting, stomach upset, weakness, dizziness, seizures,  etc, etc. But, hey, your skin looks great!

How about the one for “slow stream” that causes cancer. Or the arthritis drug Vioxx, that may have led to more than 27,000 heart attacks and sudden cardiac deaths before it was pulled from the market. The list just goes on and on and on.

Well, back to my story. I really did not think much about what my Doctor said, or the manner of opening the door again just to give me this message, until I arrived home. It was an intriguing comment, so I placed the name of the new prescription, Metformin, into a search engine. And the Doctor was so right. But more importantly to me, in that instant, I was jolted to an awareness that, perhaps, God was answering prayer, again.

So, then I typed in, “Metformin and Cancer”. So that you may become better informed, I suggest you do the same.

Well, you guessed it, it does not cause cancer, but on the contrary prevents and treats cancer. This is the beneficial side effect my Doctor was referring to. What a truly sad commentary that in this country, it is prescribed only for diabetic and per-diabetic conditions, although it has been well known to treat and prevent cancer.

Perhaps, there is just too much money to be made from the suffering of our fellow Americans. Perhaps, we are witness to one of the greatest sins against mankind. Perhaps. I, too, wonder if money is the root of all evil. And what are we witnessing?

Let me allow the miracle of Rosie’s life to shed a little light in a darkened corner of our recent history.

Rosie came into my life at the very moment I needed her – on the way to the funeral of my dear friend, John Hammons.

Metformin belongs to Biguanide class of anti-diabetic drugs and originates from the French lilac (Galega officinalis), a plant used in folk medicine for several centuries.

from: WebMD News Archive by Salynn Boyles Reviewed by Louise Chang, MD:

One of the oldest, cheapest, and most widely used diabetes drugs may be a promising new cancer treatment. In new research from the Mayo Clinic, ovarian cancer patients who took the drug metformin survived longer than patients who did not take it.

The study is just one of dozens under way worldwide examining the drug – which costs just pennies a pill (editorial comment: “and may explain why is not widely known for cancer”) – as a treatment for breast, colon, prostate, pancreatic, and ovarian cancers. read more

So, yes, I decided to share my prescription with my Rosie. (I would have gladly given my little friend the rest of my time on this earth. Perhaps, that is another definition of Love.) And after two weeks, the large tumor on her shoulder simply fell off. My mouth fell open and I had to sit down. And, all of the other small tumors disappeared within another two weeks. I quietly said a prayer of Thanksgiving.

My Rosie continued her life on this earth for several more years. Then, one day, I just knew she was cured. She looked and acted really good. (The photo at the top, when Rosie was about 18 years of age, was taken about the time of this decision.) So I stopped sharing my Metformin. And, after a couple of months, she passed away.

I do deeply regret not following my early instincts and continuing the medication. But, in looking back, I now realize just how old she was. She had lived over eighteen years and I was truly privileged to share her Love for a long, long time. But most important, I believe through the Love and Compassion of God, I was given a long time to say goodbye.

By the way, on a follow up visit, and shortly after my decision to share my medication, I told my physician that I was sharing this miracle drug with my dog. He just stared at me for a long time (kind of goes with territory of knowing me), and then, recognizing the fact that she was near death, approved with a nod and knowing look. He acknowledged that he was not a veterinarian, but after much discussion, recognized the anti-cancer properties. He parted with, “Do what you think is in your heart”.  I did.

Marie Anderson

The miracle of extending Rosie’s life brought back the memory of being with my Mother, Marie. She was rushed to Baylor hospital when I discovered her near death in 1981. She was admitted, on an emergency basis, for surgery and the surgeon told me just prior to the exploratory operation, “Son, you need to know that it is a 100% probability that she has cancer and that it is terminal”. Such were her symptoms. Her condition was that bad.

I have never prayed like I did on that dark night. During the surgery, I went before God on my knees in the small hospital Chapel. I begged Almighty God for more time to say goodbye. I still needed my precious Mother. I needed more time. And I begged for more. It was a very tearful two hours.

Following the operation, the surgeon looked stunned. As he approached me, I felt as though he should not have the look on his face that I saw. He smiled and then shared with me his astonishment that he could find absolutely no evidence of cancer or anything else. And once again, I felt the Loving Compassion of God in my life.

My Mother lived for another ten years. And I had the time I needed to say thank you and goodbye. And for that, I am to this day, tearfully grateful.

Yes, Love has been good to me.

I share these stories, and others, so that you may see there is more to this world than we will ever be capable of knowing. Throughout the world, in every walk of life, every faith, every religion, there are similar stories – very, very, many similar stories.

My friends, beneficial properties of this French flower, which possesses a beauty far beyond what we can see, need to be made readily available for the prevention and treatment of Cancer. Please visit with your own physician to discuss this. But prior to your visit, please do the research necessary for your discussion. Print copies of the information you wish to share.

Your Doctor is only human, and a very busy person. Believe it or not, he or she will love the personal interaction with you and the interest you take in such topics. He or she may very well not be that informed on this topic. The Physicians I have met in my life are truly dedicated to what they do. They have all proven to be caring and loving and have my deep admiration and sincere appreciation. And, by the way, they love to talk.

And I know you do too. (And so do your children.) So here is some basic information about a life saving, and beautiful flower:

Metformin originates from compounds derived from the French lilac (Galega officinalis). The plant has been used since the Middle Ages to relieve the symptoms of diabetes. Upon analysis, it turned out to contain compounds related to guanidine, a substance that decreases blood sugar by mechanisms including a decrease in insulin resistance.

According to the language of flowers, the lilac is often given as an expression of new love or young love. It is an emblem of the springtime of life. Perhaps, the meaning is deeper than we can see.

Metformin and cancer

The potential for application of metformin in oncology was first recognized in retrospective epidemiological studies of diabetic patients with cancer. Numerous observational studies reported decreased cancer incidence and cancer-related mortality in diabetics receiving standard doses of metformin. For example, Evans and colleagues reported a reduced risk of subsequent cancer diagnosis in diabetics receiving metformin (vs those patients not receiving the drug), with the protective effect increasing with greater metformin exposure. Additional studies examining all forms of cancer have reported reduced cancer risk in diabetics on metformin.

Currently, a number of clinical trials examining the use of metformin as a cancer therapy are underway including studies in prostate, breast, endometrial and pancreatic cancer patients. In fact, the National Cancer Institute of Canada Clinical Trials Group has initiated a large phase III clinical trial examining the effect of metformin versus placebo in over 3,500 women with early stage breast cancer. Coupled with the implementation of new preclinical models, these clinical trials will be integral to the development and effective use of metformin as a potential anticancer therapy. Read more.

Mechanism of action in cancer

The anticancer effects of metformin are associated with both direct (insulin- independent) and indirect (insulin-dependent) actions of the drug. The indirect, insulin-dependent effects of metformin are mediated by the ability of AMPK to inhibit the transcription of key gluconeogenesis genes in the liver and stimulate glucose uptake in muscle, thus reducing fasting blood glucose and insulin.

The insulin-lowering effects of metformin may play a major role in anticancer activity since insulin has mitogenic and prosurvival effects and tumor cells often express high levels of the insulin receptor, indicating a potential sensitivity to the growth promoting effects of the hormone. Further, obesity and high insulin levels are adverse prognostic factors for a number of cancers particularly those of the breast, prostate and colon.

Consequently, metformin may diminish the negative effects of insulin on tumor development and growth. Metformin suppressed the stimulatory effects of obesity and hyperinsulinemia on lung tumor growth in mice by improving insulin sensitivity and lowering circulating insulin. In addition, metformin reduced circulating insulin levels by 22% and improved insulin sensitivity by 25% in non-diabetic women with breast cancer, highlighting the insulin-lowering effects of metformin as a potential mechanism of action in the treatment of breast cancer.

Conclusions and future work with
metformin in cancer

The clinical safety, well characterized pharmacodynamic profile, and low cost of metformin make it an ideal candidate for development as an anticancer agent. The recent convergence of epidemiologic, clinical and preclinical evidence supporting a potential anticancer effect of metformin has led to an explosion of interest in evaluating this agent in human cancer.

My friends, these stories
are not really about a pharmaceutical.
They are about answers to Prayer.
They are about something far more powerful –
the precious Love of God.

And my prayer for you is to go to our Father in Prayer.

Thy Love
Is more than Blessings be,
As I come to know
All hearts are one.
Flowers bloom
From Sacred Seed,
Warmed by the Sun’s Love,
When there is need.

May the Love of God
Abide with you
Always.

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Jan. 6 (Tuesday) First Day of Spring Semester
Jan. 23 Fort Worth Stock Show
April 28 Scarborough Renaissance Festival (Drama Competition is “Twelfth Night”)

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How Do You Say Goodbye to Love? / Movie: The Monuments Men

One of the last photos of Rosie, as she relaxed in her special place in my office.

How do you say goodbye to love after all the years, through all the joy and all the tears?

After nineteen years, nearly to the day, I find my little friend Rosie teaching me one last lesson – that you can never say goodbye to love.

Rosie was one of the dearest friends I have ever known. She was also among the greatest of teachers. Yes, she taught me so many important lessons about life and about love and about living. From Rosie, I came to appreciate the beauty found in every living thing.

A beautiful chapter                in the book of Love.

In caring for such an endearing heart, I found love for every other heart, however small. Her adoring eyes guided my thoughts in so very many moments, to the true need there is in this world for loving everything and everyone. She shared, in her affection for me, the true meaning of this existence, that caring for each other has far more value than anything else. That the time we spend together in loving and sharing, is what is truly treasured and remembered, when all is done.

I discovered that there is one love a child always keeps in his heart, even children all grown up. Puppy love is always love to enjoy and play with and to keep. Buried in the heart, and very, very deep, is what we find in such joy, when our very own puppy dog is ours to keep. For such a joyous gift gives love back a thousand kisses deep.

Yes, this is what a             Blessing looks like.

When we found this tiny puppy on the center stripe of White Settlement Road, she was extremely close to death. Traffic was heavy on both sides of the street and she lay, very small and nearly unnoticed, exactly in the middle of the road.

My family was en route to the funeral of our very dear friend, John Hammons, who died in a traffic accident. John was a master carpenter and was retired from the United States Air Force, when he heard about the Anderson family struggling to build a school for gifted children. He volunteered his time, over a period of four long years, and gave of his tremendous skill and talent, under very trying circumstance, to restructure and remodel the old Oak Grove Baptist Church Sunday school building, that we had moved to this location.

Annie Anderson and John Hammons

John would never accept payment and donated not only his time and hard labor but much in the way of materials. And, after every offer to pay him, he would simply say, “No, it’s for children”, and then he would quietly walk away. John died shortly after the school opened.

We were on our way to John’s funeral when this tiny little puppy, in such immanent danger, came our way. We stopped because we had to. The traffic was heavy and she would not have survived trying to finish her journey across the road. I privately thought, “What in the world in she doing in the middle of the road? How did she survive to get there? Well, as a result of her rescue, no small measure of joy was ours on this tragically sad day. It was truly uplifting to find her at this moment in our lives.

I gave the puppy to our son, Alex, with the comment that it was, probably, a last gift from John. Alex named her, “Rosie”. And I often wondered how he came up with that name. Perhaps, I thought, it was the “thorny” personality the puppy possessed. She was pretty snotty when she was young and would snap at (I called it: schooling) anyone she was displeased with.

I remember how we could not get this little emaciated puppy (her first name was weenie, she was so thin) to eat anything. I took her to our favorite veterinarian. He examined her and explained that she would not eat because she was full of crickets and grasshoppers. That had been her diet and her means of survival. So he provided a formula to give her. Later, for over a year, I would notice her stalking the grasshoppers when she was outside on the lawn. She was good at catching them, waiting until they would hop and land on the ground exactly three times and then catching them.

There is always another small heart waiting to save someone – waiting for love. Please, adopt one in my memory.

God, in His infinite mercy, did not save this precious puppy – He enabled me to do that. And, as a result, it is my belief that God saved me. He gave me the unmeasurable joy of this wonderful friend for so very many years. And on that well traveled road, Rosie resurrected my hope and filled my spirit. I found salvation through the innocent eyes of this small friend, with a large heart, who became my constant and loving companion.

No, I was not alone in saving a life. For in truth, she became my savior. And, in a very real sense, one of the reasons for the continued existence of this school, which has saved others.

Yes, with the first time I held her in my arms, she gave a new meaning to this world of mine. She came into my life and filled my heart with special moments that to this day, last. She filled my days with so much love, that anywhere I went, I was never lonely. And as I reached to feel the warmth of her presence, she was always there. My, how my arms begged her to stay, for one more hour, one more day.

From life’s illusions I came to a time when I felt that I really didn’t know life at all. And then prayer became a promise, and faith blossomed into the most unlikely of appearances. And suddenly, I absolutely knew and felt in the very fiber of my being, that I was deeply, deeply loved. God bequeathed someone to care for and love, children from above and in the depths of my sorrow, a quirky, funny, loving, tiny puppy dog.

Perhaps, finding Rosie was not a chance encounter. From this miraculous experience, and others, I have learned not to question the way God works and how mysterious His ways are . . . .  “God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform”.

And I am brought to my knees, in tears of thanksgiving.

I placed a special marker to let the world know where I buried my heart. But in a very real sense, Rosie will always be with me. As we find in 1 Corinthians 13, “Love is eternal. . . There are faith, hope and love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.”

“There is a land of the living
And a land of the dead,
And the bridge is love,
The only survival,
The only meaning.”
                         –  Thornton Wilder

No. We can never say goodbye to Love.

Our Trip last week to the Texas Civil War Museum

What a great lesson we were blessed with on the the topic of the Victorian Lady at the Texas Civil War Museum. Our wonderful docent entertained the girls (and the boys, some of whom asked to be dressed as Victorian Men).

Kylie becomes a true “Southern Belle” during our visit to the Civil War Museum.

ON THIS FRIDAY, FEB. 7

We will meet at 9:30 a.m. at Half-Price Books, located at 475 Sherry Lane, north of Ridgmar Mall –Telephone: 817-732-4111. At approximately 11:30 a.m. we will travel to the FOOD COURT in the Ridgmar Mall to enjoy lunch. Following lunch, we will walk to the RAVE 13 THEATRE located in the Mall at 2300 Green Oaks Road, telephone (817) 566-0025, to enjoy the highly acclaimed new movie Monument Men, MPAA Rating PG-13 for Historical Smoking, Some Images of War Violence. Run Time: 127 minutes and starting at 1:00 p.m. Younger students may view another film with the blessing of Mrs. A.

PICK UP will be at the Theater at 2:30 p.m.

Synopsis: During World War II, a group of art scholars and museum directors infiltrates enemy territory to retrieve stolen masterpieces before the Nazis dispose of them.

The starting time may change, please be patient. Dr. A may become anxious but popcorn will help.

Emergency Telephone 682-777-1908

If you arrive late, we shall have departed with your child(ren) and will return to school. Please call if you will be late.

Students are NOT to leave the bookstore, food court or theater without the approval of Dr. A (wake him gently with the smell of warm popcorn if necessary).

FINANCIAL: We have been told Tickets are $5.00 but this may be incorrect – please pay at the Box Office. Please provide funds for a good book and for lunch. Refreshments: Yes!

Uniform pants with a belt & red monogrammed school shirts are required.

PARENTS / FRIENDS / NEIGHBORS, are invited to participate on our trips.

IMPORTANT DATES:
Feb. 1 Tuition Deposits were Due for 2014-15
Feb. 17 (Mon.) President’s Day Holiday
Mar. 10-14 Spring Break Holidays
Mar. 21 Texas Indian Market and Southwest Showcase (Arlington)

Mary Alice also loved     becoming a Southern Belle

   And Rylee said,                     “What about ME!”

We truly enjoyed learning about dress and attire of the old deep south.