Ever Believe You Were On The Brink Of Death?

I wrote about this in 2011 and thought it was worth another visit:

Beach 1There are two bridges:2 is where I lost power on westbound bridge

It’s a bright, sunny day when I leave the doctor’s office. Like always, I head home on the Beachline Causeway. Little did I know there would be a hair-raising story to tell when I get there.

As I approach the peak of the bridge a strange feeling washes over me, something isn’t right. I bought this car new and know it well. “Did you quit on me?” I yelled out loud.

It’s impossible to hear over the roar of the traffic. Terror fills my throat as I reach for the keys. If it doesn’t turn over the car will roll backward into the vehicles behind.

Car Luckily, a turn of the ignition is just enough to boost the engine of my ‘91 Olds Cutlass Supreme. I make it over the top. And then…

Just that quick the car stalls again. It races downhill. No power. No steering. No brakes. Nothing. Only Hysteria.

This is when I begin my dance with death. The monstrous struggle to force the car onto the side of the road. I try with all my might to steer the car sideways a little, so it will skid or slow down and I can bring it to a stop.

Both hands have a knuckle-white grip of the wheel; my entire body leans against it to force a turn. Both feet are planted on the brakes so hard that my head nearly touches the roof.

Beach 2
On my right is a wide section of grass; beyond that twelve to fifteen feet of shrub, small trees … and water. Ahead is a wide path that leads straight into the river. This machine weighs thousands; I am 5′ 1″ and weigh 106 lbs.

Can I stop in time?

I will always believe the hand of the Almighty reaches down and jerks the car up short.

Seven minutes. That is how long it takes for the pounding in my heart and the shaking of my hands to slow enough for me to call my husband.

My car? It was the fuel pump, which I am told can go without warning.

Me?

Never will I forget my moment at death’s door.

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full

My buddies at the LBC have their own tales to tell:
Gaelikaa, Maxi, Paul, Rummy,
Shackman, The Old Fossil

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10 Glorious Sunsets To End Your Day

Look outside your window and imagine…

Sunset 1Sunset 2Sunset 3Sunset 4Sunset 5Sunset 6Sunset 7Sunset 8Sunset 9Sunset 10

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full

(photos from Corel Paintshop Pro)

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Have You Heard This Miracle?

The hardest heart will soften!

http://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=002C01NU

 

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Have You Ever Had A Pen Pal?

The only pen pal I ever had lived in another country.

Letter
It began when he was nine.

Someone contacted me that he and the family were in very bad shape and needed help.

So, each month I would scrap what I could from our pot and send it on.

Ever so often my pen pal would send a letter in his little child’s hand. It filled my eyes and touched my heart.

As time went on the letters became more mature, the writing more legible.

Then one day I received a notice that my pen pal had turned sixteen; he had taken a job to help support the family.

Instantly, I knew…

There would be no more letters.

 

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full

News from Home: Sorry for the late post but I had to leave the house early Friday.
Jen hasn’t been feeling well lately. She needed a procedure where she would be
put to sleep; I had to be there.

SPThank goodness all turned out well

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Are All Car Salesman Lower Than A Lizard?

The answer is a very surprising NO.

PatrickPatrick Sylver ~ the man who makes it right

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Jen strolled into the office recently, “Do you want to take a drive to Lakeland?”

I turned from my PC, she was dressed to go.

“Sure” I answered, a question in my voice. I was still in my jammies. Yet, it wasn’t long till we were headed West toward Tampa.

Jen explained the situation as we made the 1 ½ hour drive. She had purchased a 2013 Nissan Versa from Lakeland Chrysler Dodge Jeep Ram.

Within a week, Jen had found an issue concerning the price.

We decided to pay the Lakeland dealership a surprise visit … and walked in unannounced.

Jen and I were beyond satisfied with how we were treated—the way Lakeland Chrysler handled the situation.

Both of us grinned ear-to-ear as we drove away at the end of the day.

This a non-paid advertisement.

I’m kiddin.’

Just so impressed I had to give the dealership their props.

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full

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10 Historic Tree Tunnels of The World

Every day I think to myself I have to put this post up again; it is the most popular of any post I have ever done. Viewers come every day to gaze at these beauties…

 10 Tunnel10. Cherry Blossom Tunnel, Germany
These Cherry Blossoms trees are a sight to behold on a
street in Bonn, Germany. The floral will create a brilliant
pink archway for 7 to 10 days, depending on the weather.

 9 Tunnel 9. Rua Gonçalo de Carvalho, Brazil
I could spend the day beneath the richness of these giant Rosewood.
There are more than one hundred Tipuana (Rosewood) trees along Rua Gonçalo de Carvalho in Porto Alegre, Brazil. In 2006, Mayor Joseph Fogaça decreed this street a part of Brazil’s historical,
ecological and environmental heritage.

8 Tunnel 8. Autumn Tree Tunnel, USA
These trees are ablaze with the fiery colors of autumn on a street
near Smuggler’s Notch, a Vermont State park. The spectacle
begins in the North and spreads South throughout the season.

7 Tunnel 7. Ginkgo Tree Tunnel, Japan
This is dedicated to you, Fossil. The Gingko Biloba tunnel is a
blazing beauty, one of the most revered trees in all of Japan. Some
of these trees survived the Hirsoshima bombing; they are known
as “the bearer of hope” or “the living fossil.”

 6 Tunnel6. Yew Tree Tunnel, UK
The Yew Tunnel in Whales, UK has been an inspiration to writers since 1470. It’s a popular tourist attraction of the medieval Aberglasney House. The tunnel was nearly destroyed due to neglect; it took nine years to restore the archway. People believe the Yew Tunnel was created by the Dyer family in the 18th century.

5 Tunnel 5. The Dark Hedges, Northern Ireland
This intriguing walkway has the feel of a book cover. James Stuart planted the Beech trees in the 18th century. The story is he wanted to impress guests as they drove toward his “Gracehill House.”
Another part of the tale is the “Grey Lady” who was a maid in a nearby mansion. She died under suspicious circumstances and now haunts the country road.

4 Tunnel4. Bamboo Path, Japan
This tunnel in Sagano Bamboo Forest in Arashiyama takes me away. It’s a nationally designated historic site and The Agency for Cultural Affairs has declared Arashiyama a “Place of Scenic Beauty.” The forest is close to famous temples and shrines. One of the most preserved sounds in Japan is the sound of the wind as it blows through the gigantic bamboo trees.

3 Tunnel 3. Tunnel of Love, Ukraine
There is a tale that couples ride through this tunnel of love to make
a wish. If their love is strong and pure, the wish comes true. It’s a private rail that serves a woodworking plant near Klevan, a city in western Ukraine. The train runs three times a day … I’m gettin’ my ticket.

 2 Tunnel2. Jacarandas Walk, South Africa
If you like purple this tunnel is designed for you. Johannesburg, Africa has a man-made forest with more than 10 million trees.  Tropical trees from Uruguay, Brazil, Peru and Argentina were imported with 49 species of Jacaranda. The land is littered with blue and purple in October when the flowers are in bloom.

 1 Tunnel1. Wisteria Tunnel, Japan
It would feel like royalty to stroll beneath this Wisteria draped tunnel. The blooms hang like tufts of grapes as soon as the Cherry blossoms retire. Each spring the Japanese celebrate the “Fuji Matsuri” or Wisteria Festival in Tokyo, Shizuoka and Okazaki. The Ashika Flower Park is the place that harbors
the most different varieties of Wisteria.

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
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This Ain’t Your Regular Timeout

Had some special visitors show up the other day…

Christmas Pic3Granddaughter Brittany – Daughter Bernadette

The girls are still here, sooo…

I’m sure the LBC will forgive me for slackin’ off on Friday’s post.

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full

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Gimme The Life Of A Wild Turkey

TurkeyThis personal documentary by Joe Hutto will always be with me.

http://www.pbs.org/wnet/nature/episodes/my-life-as-a-turkey/qa-with-naturalist-joe-hutto/7389/

Re-posted from 2013/04/22

As Joe Hutto drives up to his front porch in the flat lands of Central Florida the corners of his mouth turn up—he has waited a long time for this moment.

Turkey 1The tall, ball-capped man is usually calm and easy, yet his heart races a little as he reaches for the stainless steel bowl.

“These particular eggs that lie before me now represent something very important to me. Each harbors a mystery, something untamed and virtually unknown to us—an embodiment of wilderness. They are the wild turkey.” Joe Hutto

The nature lover knows what has to be done, only he isn’t quite sure how. No matter, Joe Hutto is committed and must find a way. This adventure into nature is like none he has ever known, nor will ever be part of again.

“Had I known what was in store—the difficult nature of the study and the time I was about to invest—I would have been hard pressed to justify such an intense involvement. But fortunately, I naively allowed myself to blunder into a two-year commitment that was at once exhausting, often overwhelming, enlightening and one of the most inspiring and satisfying experiences of my life.” Joe Hutto

Turkey 2The adventure begins as Joe gently places the eggs in a Styrofoam container atop a thin, blue blanket. The eggs have to be turned twice a day ‘round the clock. Two days later the devoted biologist is exhausted.

Turkey Joe, as I call him, learns to talk turkey from the chicks’ dad. All through the incubation period he coos to the babies, lets them know “Mom” is here. It is a long twenty-five days filled with emotion and anxiety. Will all the babies be okay? Will they survive? Most of all will they accept him?

“Gradually, a uniform line begins to develop that seems to be confined to a particular latitude, approximately one-third of the way from the larger end of the egg. The hatching activity is punctuated with rest periods lasting only a minute or two. Often, it seems that he resumes hatching in response to my vocalizations.

At last, the end of the egg falls away, hinged by only a small piece of membrane. The little turkey pushes at the door he has created and scrambles free of the egg. The entire process has taken fifty-five minutes.” Joe HuttoTurkey 3

The newborn is frozen for a moment, until he sees his “Mom.” The baby boy makes a beeline for Joe. Their eyes lock and they bond, heart-to-heart. Joe eases his hand ‘neath the chick and holds him against a warm, smooth cheek.

When the births are done, Joe is “Mom” to sixteen wild turkeys. Let the exhaustion begin. And the lessons. Such as:

• Know what is dangerous
• What is good to eat – or not
• The birds can fly at 7 days
• They are not afraid of snakes
• Turkeys don’t like turtles
• Each has its own personality
• Will run themselves to death if left alone

Turkey 4Joe is a hands-on parent, most of his hours are spent with the chicks. The day a 6ft yellow rat snake devours a little one, Joe moves into the coop. He is now with the group from dawn till after dark.

The turkeys are six weeks old when Joe teaches them the lay of the land, where to find water, the danger of cars. He finds they are curious, aware and very intelligent. They stop at a tree stump, seem very upset.

There is an encounter with deer, squirrels and turtles.

It is “each moment” that impresses a wild turkey. Life is not better in a half hour; the trees are no greener if they go deeper into the woods.Turkey 5

For more than a year “Turkey Joe” will walk the woods, witness the competition of the males, journal their likes and dislikes, fears and habits, all their encounters. He has no human contact. The journey is both weary and wonderful.

Joe is exhilarated to be accepted, to be a member actually. The “kids” follow him everywhere, come when he calls, do as they’re told. Until, one night they reach the cabin and everyone takes off. Except, Sweet Pea. She is always with him, spends most of her time in his lap, stays close when they walk.

“Mom” calls, chides, demands, yet no one listens. Joe has been excluded. The kids decide to roost in the trees, refuse to obey his call to come home. It’s a couple of hours before they return.

Turkey 6Things will never be the same. His acceptance has come at a price. Joe can follow but…

He is just another bird.

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full

All photos are from pbs.org

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