| This fella rode around in her hand for over an hour. |
| Check his eyes. (I guess they're eyes, anyway?) |
| The guy on the pink flower is gorgeous. Double-click to see better. |
I am of St. Gregory’s opinion that when you are justly accused of some fault you have committed you must genuinely humble yourself and confess that you deserve the charge brought against you. If the accusation is false, excuse yourself and meekly deny your guilt, for you owe respect to the truth and to the edification of your neighbor. If they continue to accuse you after you have made your true and legitimate explanation, don’t be disturbed and don’t try to make them accept your explanation. When you have discharged your duty to the truth, you must also do the same to humility. In this way you offend against neither the care you must have for your own good name nor the concern you must have for peace, meekness of heart and humility.
| In for a landing |
| And takeoff |
| Here's something neat: notice the boat in the back? |
| I caught him pulling in a fish as the pelican continued on his way! |
OOPS! I couldn't figure out why this didn't post yesterday until I looked after I got home... somehow I'd saved it as a draft rather than publishing. Sorry 'bout that!Way back when dinosaurs roamed the earth and I was in seventh grade, my home ec teacher - Mrs. Rothermil - had us make this cream of potato soup. I must have enjoyed it, because I've saved it all these years.
In our own time, we are absorbed with so many activities and commitments, concerns and problems. Often, we tend to fill up all the spaces of the day, without having a moment to stop and reflect and to nourish our spiritual life -- our contact with God. Mary teaches us how necessary it is to find in our days -- with all its activities -- moments to recollect ourselves in silence and to ponder all that the Lord wants to teach us, how he is present and acts in the world and in our life: to be able to stop for a moment and meditate.
You wish to live a life of devotion, dearest Philothea, because you are a Christian and know that it is a virtue most pleasing to God's Majesty. Since little faults committed in the beginning of a project grow infinitely greater in its course and finally are almost irreparable, above all else you must know what the virtue of devotion is. There is only one true devotion but there are many that are false and empty. If you are unable to recognize what is true, you can easily be deceived and led astray by following one that is offensive and superstitious.
In his pictures Arelius painted all faces after the manner and appearance of the women he loved, and so too everyone paints devotion according to his own passions and fancies. A man given to fasting thinks himself very devout if he fasts, although his heart may be filled with hatred. Much concerned with sobriety, he doesn't dare to wet his tongue with wine or even water but won't hesitate to drink deep of his neighbor's blood by detraction and calumny. Another man thinks himself devout because he daily recites a vast number of prayers, but after saying them he utters the most disagreeable, arrogant, and harmful words at home and among his neighbors. Another gladly takes a coin out of his purse and gives it to the poor, but he cannot extract kindness from his heart and forgive his enemies. Another forgives his enemies but never pays his creditors unless compelled to do so by force of law.
All these men are usually considered to be devout, but they are by no means such.Saul's servants searched for David in his house but Michol had put a statue on his bed, covered with David's clothes, and thus led them to think that it was David himself lying there sick and sleeping. In the same manner, many persons clothe themselves with certain outward actions connected with holy devotion and the world believes that they are truly devout and spiritual whereas they are in fact nothing but copies and phantoms of devotion.
Since February 16, 2009, I have been blessed to be in the care of many incredible doctors, nurses, and caregivers. These professionals first saved my life, then healed my wounds and strengthened me to face an uncertain future. They helped me adapt to a near impossible situation where I was unable to see, smell, and move with confidence without the use of hands. Finally, I was given the chance to restore most of what I lost by coming to Brigham and Women's Hospital. Here I received a new face and two hands that will allow me to be independent once again and able to be part of society. Losing the new hands is just a bump in the road of my recovery. I believe that one day I'll have two hands to help me live as a blind person with confidence.
I thank everyone who has helped me for these last two anda half years.
The first responders who arrived at the scene of the attack in Stamford were the first to see how injured I was, and the first to help me stay alive. Dr. Kevin Miller and his staff at Stamford Hospital performed life-saving surgery that first night. All the members of the medical team performed brilliantly. I was able to personally thank many members of that team, but I wish to once again express my gratitude.
I was moved to the Cleveland Clinic a few days after surgery. In Cleveland, Dr. Daniel Alam and a team of surgeons, nurses, and medical aides cared for me. During the 16 months I was in Cleveland, I was brought back to life. These wonderful people treated my injuries and helped me with my daily needs. I want to thank the Cleveland Clinic again for everything they did for me.
My journey to recovery continued at Brigham and Women's Hospital. I arrived in June, 2010. Here the medical team, led by Dr. Bohdan Pomahac, prepared me for a face transplant and a double hand transplant. My surgery was successfully completed a few months ago. Unfortunately, the hands did not thrive and had to be removed because of complications developing from my having pneumonia. I thank this wonderful staff for their efforts and I am grateful for all the care I have received here.
These transplants could not have been possible without the generosity of a family unknown to me. They gave me a face and hands. I will now be able to do things I once took for granted. I will be able to smell. I will be able to eat normally. I will no longer be disfigured. I will have lips and will speak clearly once again. I will be able to kiss and hug loved ones. I am tremendously grateful to the donor and her family.
1 Jesus entered Jericho and was passing through. 2 A man was there by the name of Zacchaeus; he was a chief tax collector and was wealthy. 3 He wanted to see who Jesus was, but because he was short he could not see over the crowd. 4 So he ran ahead and climbed a sycamore-fig tree to see him, since Jesus was coming that way. 5 When Jesus reached the spot, he looked up and said to him, “Zacchaeus, come down immediately. I must stay at your house today.” 6 So he came down at once and welcomed him gladly.
7 All the people saw this and began to mutter, “He has gone to be the guest of a sinner.”
8 But Zacchaeus stood up and said to the Lord, “Look, Lord! Here and now I give half of my possessions to the poor, and if I have cheated anybody out of anything, I will pay back four times the amount.”
9 Jesus said to him, “Today salvation has come to this house, because this man, too, is a son of Abraham. 10 For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.”
Suppose for a moment that God began taking from us the many things for which we have failed to give thanks. Which of our limbs and faculties would be left? Would I still have my hands and my mind? And what about loved ones? If God were to take from me all those persons and things for which I have not given thanks, what would be left of me?Today I'm especially thankful that we finally had some rain to soak the dry soil and perk up gardens and grass! I'm not much of a gardener; our yard is mostly in shade, and when we do attempt to grow something like tomatoes, the deer quickly finish them off. But I so enjoy seeing the beauty others create with the tools God (and Burpee!) have given then, and I do so enjoy the flavor of fresh tomatoes! So this rain has given me lots of reasons to be thankful.
I'm fairly sure that everyone reading this has heard of Jesus and (briefly) Peter walking on water. A fierce storm came up while Jesus was on land praying and the disciples were being tossed about in a boat. Jesus walked out on the water and the disciples were even more afraid as they thought he was a ghost. Many years ago I heard of an old Dutchman and his young son. They had to walk home at night across the polders, the dried sea bottom where the water had been pumped out and held back by dikes. The little boy was afraid, for he knew there were still deep pockets of water and many patches of quicksand on the polders. All they had to give them light on the walk was a small kerosene lantern. ‘Please, father,’ the boy begged, ‘don’t make me walk out there. It is so dark, and the lamp only gives enough light for one step at a time.’
The father took his son’s hand in his own. ‘That’s right, but one step at a time is all the light we need. And if we walk in the light we have, we have enough light for the next step. However, if we stand still, waiting for enough light to see the entire way home, then even the light we have will burn out, and we will be left in the dark.’ And so they made their way home safely, one step at a time, walking in the light. Every obstacle, every frustration, can become an opportunity if we trust God and walk in the light we have. –

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