Wishing you and those you love
all the good fortunes of life,
health, happiness and peace
throughout the New Year.

Best Wishes at Hanukkah!

AWESOME "ANGEL FLIGHT"

This video is about a song called "Angel Flight"... It is terrific. The song is being performed with "effects." Listen to the words of the pilot and the tower, and make sure you sit quietly and listen at the very end.. You will understand why one of the singers said he would be glad to help with the song.....if he could just stop crying. This is beautiful. God bless our Vets!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70Ikj1hZDnw
 

THE FINAL INSPECTION - Author Unknown~

The Soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

'Step forward now, Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?'

The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
'No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear...
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

'Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.'


God bless our all of our veterans. And, God bless the United States of America.
Matty Ritch

     Thank you so much, Jay Sweetie! I lost it on the poem. By the time I reached the video, I could barely see what I was doing.....

Christmas at Rock-Away Rest

'Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,   
and all of us seniors were looking our best.       
Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry;
Our punchbowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.
                   
A bedsock was taped to each walker, in hope   
That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.     
We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
Secure in this residence and in our Depends.
            
          Our grandkids had sent us some Christmasy crafts,          
   Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,
And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath. 
              
The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row,         
Reflecting our candle's magnificent glow.        
Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop --
Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.
               
Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,       
Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.  
The social director then had us play games, 
Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"
            
      Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,            
    Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.           
Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair,
In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.
                   
     Security lights on the new fallen snow           
Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.        
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter       
(But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter).
                  
      A strange little fellow flew in through the door,         
      Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.         
'Twas just our director, all togged out in red.
He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.

We knew from the way that he strutted and jived     
Our social-security checks had arrived. 
          We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak,             
Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight PM stroke.
            
And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds.       
While nurses distributed nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest.
'Fore long you'll be with us, We wish you the best!