As I am a firm believer that people come to this page to be uplifted, informed, amused and even to some respects, entertained. I feel it would be doing those faithful readers of this page, a disservice to keep ranting about “my issues with the oil companies” and I am going to put up something positive. The world did not end as predicted and I am therefore obligated to write something this morning.
I feel kind of confused about the entire thing (ambivalent?), there are days I want to end it all, I surely do, and then there are days, I really want some more of it. Part of the human condition I suppose. We all search out the good deal in life, the thing that rows our boat, that keeps us afloat during hard times and good times alike. Something like Sam Kuver had.
Sam lived right across the street from the highschool, nice little house and spacious yard. The school wanted Sam’s place, they wanted it bad. The school board approached him with an offer, they said, “Sam, we want to buy your place and we want it for a school bus garage. Will you sell it to us?” Sam then replied, “Where is it that I will live, if you take my place for a garage for your buses?”
They did not have an answer.
Then one of them said, “Okay, sell it to us now, and you can live here rent free until you die, and we will pay your utilities and your taxes all the time you are living here. We don’t want to miss out on this property.” So Sam considered the idea and then said, “You have a deal.” He was 66 years old at the time. A friend of mine called this weekend and told me that Sam had passed on and informed me of when the funeral would be. By the way, “he was 92 years old when he died.” I suppose in the near future there will be a new bus barn going up just across the street from the high school.
Not a cheap one by any means for the school board, but it sure was a good bargain for old Sam.
Eight years ago, the 1,500 residents of the Kenyan village of Lwala sold chicken and cattle to raise $900 in airfare so that one their boys, Milton Ochieng, could enter Dartmouth College. Today Milton is a graduate of Vanderbilt University Medical School and, along with his brother Fred, who followed him to both alma maters, he has repaid the favor by building a clinic in his home village.
People helping people, something you don’t seem to hear about much these days.
The brothers raised $150,000 for the clinic, which in its first year has seen 20,000 patients, most of them for free. “It makes you feel great to be a doctor,” said Milton. An amazing feat when you stop to consider that this all occurred in a third world country, not some Mega Super Power.
Fifty four years ago, Jan Zacharda lost her Ludington, Michigan, high school ring in the depths of Lake Micigan. Last month she got a call from Robert Savage, who had found it with a metal detector. Savage had actually discovered the ring some 12 years ago, but couldn’t locate its owner; though Zacharda’s class year, 1955, was clearly stamped on the ring.
Along with the initials “J.P.” for Jan Pedersen her maiden name.
But Savage recently got hold of the Ludington yearbook for the class of ’55 and found only one name with the right initials. He then began calling all the are Pedersen’s until he found one who knew Jan. Kind of nice to know that there are still some honest people out there.
Not so smart file: A sense of privilege, after a first-class passenger on a Delta Airline flight from New York became so angry that economy passengers were let off the plane ahead of him, that he opened an emergency hatch and slid down the chute! The indignant passenger was promptly arrested.
The absolute best one that has come to my attention this week is the California woman who whipped out her .44 caliber Magnum and began firing at mice scurrying across the floor of her trailer. A .44 Magnum, man, talk about “overkill” that is kind of unreal right there.
But wait … It gets better.
She drops the gun (more than likely reaching for another beer) and it fires a bullet that pieces her knee, bounces off a friends keychain, and grazes his groin before coming to rest in his coin pocket. And people wonder what type of person lives in a Mobile home?
But wait, it gets even worse. A diabetic Illinois woman is recovering after he dog chewed off her big toe! (I am not making this up). The 56 year old woman who suffers with numbness in her lower extremities says she dozed off in the afternoon (not an uncommon occurrence with diabetics) and her 1 year old miniature dachshund, Roscoe, (again I am not making this up), snuggled at her feet, starts gnawing on her foot.
When she awoke from the nap, and looked down, and saw Roscoe dining at the big toe buffet, she screamed! At that time, her daughter ran into the room and discovered the dog munching away. I believe her exact quote was: “I didn’t think when I went in there I was going to see that.. It is hard to take in when you walk into a room and there’s a dog eating your Mom.”
Duh — You think so?
It has been a somewhat interesting week, in some cases I am sure a few people “wished the world would have ended as scheduled” and I suppose on the other hand, a few were not surprised at all, that it did not. Me? I am okay with it all, I have misplaced my work boots and do not have a clue as to where they might be located, but that is Monday for you.
It is always kind of hectic on Monday around here, so I kind of expect it. That is what makes the world go round.