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© July 8,2005
We Do Not Always Come Through – 'When Ever' We Get The Chance
I am glad I had the chance!
Yesterday while helping a friend in our local hospital, I noted a lone helpless elderly thin women lying sideways on her sick bed against the cold hallway wall of the x-ray department. I could hear her shivered labored gasps of being so cold laying there that I just stopped and felt I had to cover her up with a warm blanket!
Looks like her medical attendant main concern was just to deliver her to the x-ray department without any concern to make sure this elderly women patient was comfortable.
Next, I strolled over to her and found a nice warm blanket at the end of her bed and tucked it around her and lightly patted her on the back. Her kind blues eyes looked up at me and she weakly smiled and said “I thank you so much”.
We Do Not Always Come Through – 'When Ever' We Get The Chance
The poor, the persecuted, the meek, the helpless, and the hungry need special attention.
Unfortunately, we do not always come through for those in need.
A compassionate person may support and defend victimized and lonely people.
The first will be last, and the last will be first by bringing about a tender heart toward those who suffer in pain and poverty.
We do not always come through because sometime we forget that people are only human and we must oversee are own needs at times to 'take the time' to help someone in need 'when ever' we get the chance.
I am glad I got the chance!!!
Kind Regards and Thank You for being a part of www.swaphandmedowns.com today!
Jane Sadowy
©copyrighted 7/8/05
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This Little School House
While visiting in the state of New Jersey some time you may come across the town of Bordentown. If you stop by 100 Crosswicks Street in Bordentown NJ you can locate the orginial Clara Barton School House. On the outside wall of the school house is a plaque that reads:
CLARA BARTON SCHOOL-HOUSE. IN THIS BUILDING, FROM 1852 UNTIL 1854. CLARA BARTON, FOUNDER OF THE AMERICAN RED CROSS TAUGHT SCHOOL HERE. SHE ESTABLISHED ONE OF THE FIRST FREE PUBLIC SCHOOLS OF NEW JERSEY IN 1854. THE BUILDING WAS RESTORED BY THE SCHOOL CHILDREN OF THE STATE AND DEDICATED ON JUNE 11, 1921.
Here is a link to read more about her remarkable life.
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The mid-1840s found Clara embarking upon her first crusade to aid the distressed and underprivileged. At one school, having taught classes in a dilapidated building, and finding the textbooks and supplies inadequate and the attendance inconsistent, Clara carefully drafted a plan for improvements and presented her ideas at the town meeting.
My "Lil" RV
We rode many miles together.
I thought we were best friends.
She needed a washing.
Up the ladder I went.
Scrubbing the top of her and over I went.!
Four cracked ribs were the thanks I get.
My "Lil" RV got me in trouble again.
© J.Sadowy 6/08/04
The Beaded Bag
The dog - The stone - The weed - The wild flower - The pine needle and The beaded bag
You cannot begin to love until you know what the meaning is - inside of your beaded bag.
You cannot begin to love until you love the earth you stand on.
The dog is your beast of burden not man.
The stone need not be wash – the earth has cleaned it.
The weed not be destroyed but tossed across the land.
The wild flower seeds need to meet the wind to bring food.
The pine needles need to prick the skin – it will bring good health.
Remember what is in your beaded bag – keep it in your beaded bag.
The beaded bag is love....
©J.Sadowy - 12/13/03
Short Poem
Pass the Plate of Jungle Vines
I will be thinking of family when giving thanks for the food that is on our plate.
I will think of those that will go without food; because of poverty on that date.
I will; I will; see a world a better place. I will see no child go hungry ever not.
I will be thinking ahead of time; to give the effort - to pass the plate.
Pass the plate; pass the plate of jungle vines - to twist the hardship of fate back into the ground.
©J. Sadowy 2001
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Shorter Poem
When the world was than
When they lived as many.
When they were free of cages.
Oh, will the world ever be like that again -
When the world was than.
© J. Sadowy 2001
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Fiction
A Homeless Couple
My dream has been to travel across the USA and visit each state. I started that vision in the year of 2000. Traveling was moving along smoothly on my trip across country until March 11, 2000.
Upon driving and entering the State of Pennsylvania around midnight a sudden rainstorm showed up. The rain came down so hard that it made visibility and driving impossible. Yet, I continue to drive on at a slower speed. A few minutes later I failed the attempt to brake for a stalled garbage truck in the oncoming lane. I rammed into the back of it! The force of the impact sent my auto flying over the guardrail and into the Delaware River.
Upon safely clamping out of my floating vehicle I swam up to the nearest riverbank.
In disbelief, drenched and blinded by darkness I looked up and found a dim light in the upstairs window of a beat up abandon house. I enter the house. The place was a mess. Chilly. Windows broken out, garbage’s tossed around and rats running about. I slowly made my way up the second floor steps and found a homeless couple reading the daily newspaper in the dim candle lighted bedroom. The couple seem embedded in a haze of fog.
Upon noticing my presence they smiled and said “Howdy Do”. When I asked them why they were living here in these conditions they replied that the rent was none. They got hooked on credit cards when the good times seemed forever. Now they are homeless. They were nearing retirement and had spent most of their savings on paying off credit card debt, paying off health insurance claims, paying off their children’s education cost and had lost their home to bankrupt.
When listening to their plight I noticed how much in love they remained during this conversation. I noticed them tenderly holding hands while discussing the hard times they went through together. I saw they were still smiling at each other.
Soon the desolated home became warm to me. The fog started to clear the room. I noticed the torn dirty curtains hanging from the bedroom windows. Yet, I felt the glow of the safe haven it provided to the loving homeless pair.
Soon after, I politely said my good-byes to them and wished them well. I began to feel how lucky I was to have a warm home to go home to. Not only did I survive the car accident that night, but I had survived the America Dream of affording a decent place to live in.
©Copyrighted 10/4/03 www.swaphandmedowns.com
Fiction Written By Jane Sadowy
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