
Helen Keller
“I don't know if I continue, even today, always liking myself. But what I learned to do many years ago was to forgive myself. It is very important for every human being to forgive herself or himself because if you live, you will make mistakes- it is inevitable. But once you do and you see the mistake, then you forgive yourself and say, 'well, if I'd known better I'd have done better,' that's all. So you say to people who you think you may have injured, 'I'm sorry,' and then you say to yourself, 'I'm sorry.' If we all hold on to the mistake, we can't see our own glory in the mirror because we have the mistake between our faces and the mirror; we can't see what we're capable of being. You can ask forgiveness of others, but in the end the real forgiveness is in one's own self. I think that young men and women are so caught by the way
they see themselves. Now mind you. When a larger society sees them as unattractive, as threats, as too black or too white or too poor or too fat or too thin or too sexual or too asexual, that's rough. But you can overcome that. The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself. If we don't have that we never grow, we never learn, and sure as hell we should never teach.” Maya Angelou
Published December 25, 2007
This year on Christmas and New Year's Eve, many homeless will have a place to rest their heads thanks to an amazing partnership among a county, cities and a charitable outreach. Since its opening, Pinellas Hope has provided safe ground for more than 200 women and men each night and will continue to do so until the end of April.For Christians, Christmas is all about homelessness. Joseph and Mary had to settle for a cave on a cold night. Soon, according to the Gospel accounts, they would have to settle for illegal immigrant status as well, as one ruler's jealousy forced them to flee into Egypt and hide from the authorities.
Perhaps it is with this historical precedent in mind that so many people have stepped forward to assist in myriad ways with Pinellas Hope. Originally, it was felt that only one meal per day could be provided. Interested citizens have come forward to offer breakfast and lunch to those who must remain throughout the day. All manner of necessities of life have been donated by businesses and individuals to assist those living in hope to await the dawning of another and possibly better day.
Pinellas Hope is not a perfect solution to the challenge of caring for the homeless in Pinellas County. That was never promised. But Pinellas Hope has challenged the heart of a larger community more than ever imagined and that community has responded with compassion and support. The goal of Pinellas Hope is to find permanent housing for its temporary occupants and sustainable jobs that will offer a modicum of self-respect. There is no happier moment for the community gathered on 126th Avenue N than when one or more of the residents leave for good for permanent housing or a job.
There are still bumps and ruts in the road to self-sufficiency to be negotiated, resolved, settled. Organizers of Pinellas Hope learn something new every day and changes and modifications of the plan are required. But this Christmas and New Year's Eve, one thing can be taken to the bank. There is a star shining in the sky which offers hope to the homeless and can lead them to a better life. Our thanks to all who made Pinellas Hope possible.
Rick Baker is the mayor of St. Petersburg, Ronnie Duncan is a Pinellas County commissioner and Robert Lynch is bishop of the Catholic Diocese of St. Petersburg.
An old friend of mine was insistent that if you had no cash on hand on NYE, you would be broke for the rest of the year so she was stuffing her wallet with as much cash as she could. I know of another friend who checks her lists of resolutions from the previous year and does an inventory of life, including planning new resolutions. And another was determined to have sex on the night because somehow that augured well for romantic possibilities in the following year. And, coincidentally, I was just reading the Botswana newspaper and they have a recipe for black eyed peas which apparently 'everyone' eats on NYE because of their promise of good luck.How will you plunge into 2008?
Joanne Sasvari, Special to the Sun
Published: Thursday, December 27, 2007In some cultures, people burn effigies of the old year.
In others, they eat special foods for luck -- noodles or grapes, doughnuts or cabbage, beans or marzipan pigs. And then there's those who carry suitcases, leave shoes by the fire, set off firecrackers or seal their doors and windows shut to keep out any wandering demons.
In all cultures, however, the way people see off the old year sets the tone for the new.
"What if they held a war
And nobody came"
Anonynmous
Dear Friends,
An unbelievably early finish to the season has meant that harvest is over before the first of December this year, which leaves me with no excuses and plenty of time to write the dreaded Christmas letter.
Seeking inspiration I re-read all your marvellous epistles sent to us last Christmas. Thank goodness I've kept them all. As this is my only annual contact with so many of you I must admit I sometimes struggle to remember who has had what with whom, or who has departed this world for the next. Please excuse any terrible faux-pas I may have committed if this reaches you to find you have exchanged Peter for Paul and I've still got you married to Patrick, or that you've swapped Simon for Sally, (now that will be one Christmas newsletter I look forward to receiving,)…… or perhaps you are now irretrievably on the other side. If so, many apologies……………as they say, 'It's the thought that counts.'Well what an incredibly talented lot you all are! I'm gob-smacked at the plethora of endless acquisitions, promotions and renovations, (and yes, that does include your rather ambitious face lift Leticia, although I've heard from a rather cutting, and dare I day jealous school friend of ours that you look a bit like a cross between Bambi the startled fawn and Mick Jagger…I sure hope it all pans out, or in, or up, or down…. or whatever for you, darl.)
I find myself bowled over by the amazing achievements of all of your children. Not a dunce or wayward youth amongst them. How wonderful for Electra playing with the National Youth Orchestra AGAIN, with but a handful picked from the Nation as you so humbly pointed out, Louisa. And Anastasia, Head Girl, playing four instruments and gaining straight A's for her final exams. Amazing indeed! ….and let's not forget heroic Hugo who certainly deserves a special mention for being lauded captain of the school first rugby, tennis, cricket and swimming teams. How splendid! One can't help but wonder if all the other parents were as delighted as you.
Our children pale in comparison. Will continues to play the fool. What a shame you can't do a degree in it. His first year away at boarding school has been a roaring success. His knowledge and comments on a broad range of sports have not gone unnoticed by his teachers, although announcing in class that "All soccer players are poofter girls" didn't go down too well, especially as the teacher coaches the school soccer team. As his father is of the same opinion as his son, a serious parental talking to was conspicuous by its absence. We did receive another phone call earlier in the year to inform us that our boy had been caught with some unsuitable extra curricular reading material. His father's cry of "Thank God he's not gay!" was obviously not the reaction expected from the house master. However, at least our son had the nous not to dob in the Year 11 boy who'd sold him the magazines, (at a very reasonable $2 a copy I might add, so he rather sensibly bought three), preferring instead, when questioned about the source of the material, to reply he had 'got it from home.' There is, I fear, no hope for the boy. At thirteen he still seems to derive endless entertainment and amusement from his bottom, which is a Godsend. It's a lot cheaper than an X-Box.
Our eldest daughter is doing her first year of a "Farts Degree" as her father calls it. It seems her year off in Costa Rica certainly broadened her horizons. She returned home smelling mildly of herbaceous plant material and madly in love with a Belgian plumber who mercifully she has since dropped. Let's hear it for the tyranny of distance. I was secretly relieved, though that elation was relatively short lived. She rang the following week to announce that she'd fallen for another dark and handsome stranger, this time a Peruvian dishwasher called Carlos who can't speak a word of English, but who 'talks with his eyes and his hands, Mum'. Well we've all known a Carlos haven't we girls, and his intentions with regard to our daughter are probably on a par with Will's extra curricular reading material.
Daughter number two has been busy with a bout of glandular fever this year, so it seems reasonable to conclude that at some stage prior to contracting the disease she had been enjoying a spot of tonsil hockey as part of her extra curricular activities. She did not seem much perturbed by the thought of missing school for a month and perhaps failing her leaving exams, but why are we not surprised? This is the attitude of a child who at ten regarded winning the lotto as a career choice when asked the question 'What are you going to do when you grow up?" However, in this world of designer drugs and celery sticks it's a marvellous bonus that, just like her mother, she's a two pot screamer with a penchant for a burger with the lot. So she's relatively cheap to run. It's interesting to see that she also has her mother's business acumen, selling off her unwanted clothes to other girls in the boarding house to help subsidise her 'gooner' supply for Leavers' Week on Rottenest Island.
Tom is the same as ever, King of his castle and still amusing us all with his selection of wonderful witticisms such as "Things don't grow on things that work…..men's heads and women's jaws." With comments like that I sometimes feel the urge to trade him in, but with the march of time having its wicked way with my body I don't fancy my chances of pulling anyone who would want to have his wicked way with me anyway. Better the devil you know, and after twenty three years of marriage our sex life is quite adventurous and varied….pyjama top on, pyjama top off………cupboard door open, cupboard door closed….. Who could want for more?
Hoping this finds you well above the average in everything you're up to and wishing you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year,
With love from us all,
Victoria
"All persons held as slaves within any State or designated part of a State, the people whereof shall then be in rebellion against the United States, shall be then, thenceforward, and forever free..."Abraham Lincoln
“The things I write about are mainly religious or metaphysical – I’m concerned with relations between human time and eternity at the odd points where they meet and illuminate each other, for example where matter becomes immortal, or spirit enters time ‘for a season’ ”
Les Murray
I have chosen this as today's Good News Story - not because he has passed, but because he lived.
Acknowledgement to Wiki and The Australian Of the Year pages for research assistance.