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No Control, Just Faith

Over the past eleven days, I have been given an opportunity to reflect on life and the burden of having to focus on the future. It is within the moments in our life where we have to surrender ultimate control to someone else, and are left powerless to alter a situation. We must simply trust in others to be successful in those endeavors that have the capabilities of changing our lives forever. Although in our lives, we eagerly look toward the future as a time when we can achieve a personal goal or find the success that seems to be just beyond our grasp. However, there are times in our life when we have to look forward into the future and understand that we will suffer great losses and must carry heavy burdens.

My Mother suffered a stroke on February the Second, and was hospitalized for eleven days. Being in her seventies and in fair health, I had to prepare for the worst and pray for the best. Fortunately, she has minimal physical symptoms of the stroke. She was able to very quickly regain full speech, thought processing and walking abilities. Sometimes the fear comes from worrying about next time.

Being her primary family caregiver, much of my life and schedule revolves around providing for her. A daily schedule of medication disbursements and meal preparations, combined with simple tasks that many of us take for granted, have to be a priority in my schedule. Balancing my roles as a family caregiver and a college student requires precise planning on my part. Sometimes it also requires me to make priority decisions, which includes letting the school work take a back burner to family obligations. However, I do not have to hesitate when determining my priorities.

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Elvis, Black Squirrels and the Pony Express

The Day I Played Horsey with Elvis

When I was just a wee lad of about three, I had an opportunity to do something that few people, with the exception of Lisa Marie Presley, can claim to have done. I got to play "horsey" with the King of Rock-n-Roll. Elvis was a frequent visitor to the Shoals area throughout his life, especially earlier in his career. My father was friends with a barber in North Florence who cut the hair of famous singers, wrestlers, and other celebrities of the day. My father found out that Elvis was coming to the barbershop, so we made a trip to the barber that day.

Everyone was treating this guy with a lot of attention. I was not yet at an age where I had developed an appreciation for music. While talking, Elvis turned his attention toward me, a little blonde-haired rugrat. He picked me up and sat me in his lap while the adults continued their talking. Somehow, I ended up straddling his knee and playing "horsey", maybe even the Lone Ranger. It would take me about ten years before I could truly appreciate the magnitude of what appeared at the time to be nothing more than a minor event in a little boy's life.

Maybe later, I will post the story about the time that I was babysat by the legendary college football coach Paul "Bear" Bryant.

Facebook Status of the Week:

(From my Facebook page)

Time held in captivity = 3 months.

Ransom demand from terrorists = $1 million.

Twenty well-trained US soldiers +

$6 worth of ammunition = freed hostages.

Returning home to America = priceless.

Seal Team Six -

When cash just won't fix the problem.

My Travels of America's Roads

Episode 2 - Marysville, KS

As I prepared for our trip to the West in 1998, there were two destinations on the agenda: Yellowstone National Park and Eugene, Oregon. I knew that to travel to Northwest U.S. that we had to follow, at least partially, the Lewis and Clark Trail. After studying maps and doing research, I discovered that we could follow the original trail for the majority of the westbound trip. To prepare, I read The Journals of Lewis and Clark, which is the actual journal kept by the explorers, and Stephen Ambrose's Undaunted Courage.

What was once a trail blazed through wilderness now runs through many cities and towns. Marysville, Kansas is one of those towns. Marysville is a quaint little town in the northeast region of the state, which lies in the middle of the seemingly never-ending plains with an equally vast skyline. Although it is a small western town, Marysville is distinguished among all U.S. cities and towns by its history and native species. Marysville is located on the Oregon Trail, the Mormon Trail, the St. Joe Road, the Overland Stage, the Militry Road, the Otoe-Missouria Trail, and the route of the legendary Pony Express.

The Pony Express operated from January 1860 until November 21, 1861, delivering mail to the settlers that were expanding across North America. It was the Pony Express that proved to officials that the United States really could span from "sea to shining sea" and still remain intact as a society. These young riders could travel from St. Joseph, Missouri to Sacremento, California in eight days, which was an extraordinary feat for the time.

Marysville, KS was one of the stops on their route. Today, the town holds the distinction of being the only place in the U.S. where the original Pony Express Station still stands. The station now serves as a museum of the Pony Express and also contains cultural displays from the early days of Kansas. In the museum, a buffalo gun hangs on one of the walls. Without a doubt, it is the biggest gun that I have ever seen in my life, and I have seen a lot of firearms. This weapon was approximately six to seven feet in length. Other Pony Express stops have been lost to history.

Another unique distinction of Marysville is one of its native species, the black squirrel. Although there are some disputes about the origin of the black squirrels that now inhabit Marysville, the most interesting legend credits a traveling circus that came through the town in the late 1800s. The legend states that the circus had a cage full of the exotic black squirrels and a group of local children opened the cage, releasing the squirrels and changing the town forever. Whether it is true or not, the legend has stuck with the local people.

Pony Express Oath

"I,......., do hereby swear, before the Great and Living God,

that during my engagement, and while I am an employee

of Russell, Majors and Waddell, I will under no circumstances,

use profane language, that I will drink no intoxicating liquors,

that I will not quarrel or fight with any other employee of the

firm, and that in every respect, I will conduct myself honestly,

be faithful to my duties, and so direct all my acts as to win

the confidence of my employers, so help me God."

From the Official Pony Express History