You All Can Figure It Out! Trump family first, yours next! ✝️
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I don't spend a lot of time on any of these Social Media Sites. I have a lot of other things to do in my day. But a church sister messaged this short video to me. I tried to find it elsewhere, but I was unsuccessful.
Ever since this Kung Flu story broke, my wife and I have tried to tell people around us that Kung Flu is nothing more than a SCAM! Watch this 5-minute video, it explains it all! ?✝️
https://www.facebook.com/patri....ck.waite.33/videos/2
Dr. Fauci as a Futurist?
God Bless Dr. Fauci and Dr. Birx! ✝️
I Borrowed and Copied this from a friend of mine over on Facebook. It's definitely worth the read!
I talked to a man today
I talked with a man that was some eighty-plus years old. I asked him if there was anything I can get him while this Coronavirus scare was gripping America.
He simply smiled, looked away and said:
"Let me tell you what I need! I need to believe, at some point, this country my generation fought for... I need to believe this nation we handed safely to our children and their children...
I need to know this generation will quit being a bunch of sissies...that they respect what they've been given...that they've earned what others sacrificed for."
I wasn't sure where the conversation was going or if it was going anywhere at all. So, I sat there, quietly observing.
"Those were scary days. We didn't know if we were going to be speaking English, German or Japanese at the end of the war. There was no certainty, no guarantees like Americans enjoy today.
And no home went without sacrifice or loss. Every house, up and down every street, had someone in harm's way. Maybe their Daddy was a soldier, maybe their son was a sailor, maybe it was an uncle. Sometimes it was the whole damn family...fathers, sons, uncles...
Having someone, you love, sent off to war...it wasn't less frightening than it is today. It was scary as Hell. If anything, it was more frightening. We didn't have battlefront news. We didn't have email or cellphones. You sent them away and you hoped...you prayed. You may not hear from them for months, if ever. Sometimes a mother was getting her son's letters the same day Dad was comforting her over their child's death.
And we sacrificed. You couldn't buy things. Everything was rationed. You were only allowed so much milk per month, only so much bread, toilet paper. EVERYTHING was restricted for the war effort. And what you weren't using, what you didn't need, things you threw away, they were saved and sorted for the war effort. My generation was the original recycling movement in America.
And we had viruses back then...serious viruses. Things like polio, measles, and such. It was nothing to walk to school and pass a house or two that was quarantined. We didn't shut down our schools. We didn't shut down our cities. We carried on, without masks, without hand sanitizer. And do you know what? We persevered. We overcame. We didn't attack our President, we came together. We rallied around the flag for the war. Thick or thin, we were in it to win it. And we would lose more boys in an hour of combat than we lose in entire wars today."
He slowly looked away again. Maybe I saw a small tear in the corner of his eye. Then he continued:
"Today's kids don't know sacrifice. They think sacrifice is not having coverage on their phone while they freely drive across the country. Today's kids are selfish and spoiled. In my generation, we looked out for our elders. We helped out with single moms whose husbands were either at war or dead from war. Today's kids rush the store, buying everything they can...no concern for anyone but themselves. It's shameful the way Americans behave these days.
None of them deserve the sacrifices their granddads made.
So, no I don't need anything. I appreciate your offer but, I know I've been through worse things than this virus. But maybe I should be asking you, what can I do to help you? Do you have enough milk to get through this, enough steak? Will you be able to survive with 113 channels on your tv?"
I smiled, fighting back a tear of my own...now humbled by a man in his 80's. All I could do was thank him for the history lesson, leave my number for emergency and leave with my ego firmly tucked in my rear.
I talked to a man today. A real man. An American man from an era long gone and forgotten. We will never understand the sacrifices. We will never fully earn their sacrifices. But we should work harder to learn about them..learn from them...to respect them.
*Borrowed, copied and pasted*
Do the same ❤️
39,000,000 Found? A dog barking should warn anyone that a dog's bite is definitely worse than it's bark! ✝️
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My first and middle names are Sunset Carson. I was born around 7 am, not at Sunset, as some people may think. My parents hadn't decided on a name for me at the time. So my Dad picked up a magazine and told MaMa, "The first name I run across will be it!" On the inside cover, there was a photo of a Western Movie Star. His Movie name was Sunset Carson, his real name was Winifred Maurice Harrison. I've added a link.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunset_Carson
Anyway, I'm Jus an Ole Tired and Retired 3rd Rate Flatbedder. My wife thinks I degrade myself for calling myself 3rd Rate. The reason I'm a 3rd Rate Flatbedder is that in 1995 I was awarded 3rd Place in the Alabama Trucking Association Truckers Rodeo. And in 2000, Alabama Trucking Association began Honoring Drivers as Mater Drivers. Ok, I'm touting My Own Truck Horn. But, I am proud of my Trucking Career.
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