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Let's all say a prayer for the people that lost their lives in the recent disaster, as well as for their families.
God Bless!!
God Bless!!
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My positive thoughts and energy go out to all affected by this.Comment
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My deep respect...
Not being a citizen of this country, I nevertheless have a deep respect for it, the USA.
My wife was born here --and our first child. Our daughter was born in Mexico, like me. We've been living in Oregon since 1995. I love history and I've learned a lot about many of the aspects of this country, of its own history, its privileges, and its people.
It was every bit as challenging as it was offensive for me to see the filthy, stupid, vile attacks against this nation two weeks ago. It affected my family and it affected my soul. It has left an indelible impact in my mind of sorrow and sentence ...for I owe much to this country. And I am grateful for its freedom and for the opportunities it graciously extends to everyone.
I salute the people of the USA, I support the core philosophy of its government, its military forces, the constitution ...and... I appreciate the sense of future she, the Lady of Liberty, entrusts in all of us that wish to live here in goodness and with honor, even in the realm of entertainment, of sports ...that is, even in the pleasure of supporting a professional team of American football, the St. Louis Rams.
My prayers, my family's prayers are certainly lifted with all the victims in mind befallen from the recent tragedies of terrorism. We continue to pray to God regarding the consequential effects worldwide, for this is a grave situation which transcends many borders. And justice must be served. But in justice too, suffering will never cease.
Yes, we pray for wisdom, understanding, strength and mercy. May the leaders of this great land be blessed in these times of terrible challenge and difficulty.
Thanks Rambitious for the invitation to express my sincere thoughts here. Thanks to RamDez also and ClanRam friends /warriors.Comment
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MY LIFE: CHALLENGES, CHOICES AND INCREDIBLE LOVE
by ISAIAHKACYVENSKI
My story begins in the small, blue-collar town of Endicott, New York, nestled between the Susquehanna River and the Adirondack mountains near the Pennsylvania border. I was born in Syracuse and was the youngest of five children. My parents both experienced broken childhood lives in and out of orphanages, neither really having a positive figure in their life to emulate. For my entire adolescence my family lived well below the poverty line. With my mother staying at home with us kids and my father armed with just a high school education to support us, money was never around. Regardless of this lack of money, my mother created an environment for us kids that oozed with love. She protected us from the ugliness in life as much as she could, including the volatile mix of anger, abuse and alcoholism that had seized my father during me and my siblings formative years. It was my mother whose character, gentleness and love prepared me not only to reach for my dreams, but how to be me.
I remember fighting through winter nights with no heat, teeth chattering and blankets bundled. I knew I wasn’t alone though. I had my brothers and sisters. My mother would rock me to sleep and sing into my ear to comfort me. I remember times with no electricity and no television and huddling up to the battery-powered radio to listen to the Super Bowl. I remember my friends calling me on a pay phone because our telephone line was shut off for failure to pay the bills. I remember being forced to move for failing to pay rent. I remember living in a cramped tent for a whole summer. I remember living in that same tent for a frigid month in the fall. Sometimes I would wake up--cold and afraid--but all I had to do was to look over and see how strong my family was being and it comforted me. Food stamps couldn’t come fast enough as the cupboards were emptied by the end of each month. I remember the feeling of extreme embarrassment as the clerks at the store seemed to giggle as we flashed our food stamps as payment. I remember the points when food stamps weren’t enough, when we relied on church baskets. When we relied on the "defects" from grocery stores - food that they would throw into the dumpster in the back that was slightly defective.
By the time my parents divorced I was nine years old. It never really bothered me. I think even at that young age I realized that the weight of my father’s abusive alcoholic behavior towards my mother and us kids was too much to bear any longer. My mother took us to live with her in a cramped apartment that was suited for three people instead of six. We struggled, but we were loved. I remember walking three miles to school and back every day in second grade because I was afraid to change schools. I remember assisted lunches in schools and the funny looks my schoolmates would give me because my clothes remained grass-stained...-03-01-2007, 04:20 AM -
As of high noon today (Pacific ST), Tuesday, September 11, the NFL has not yet issued any announcements via its website regarding the possible effect today's terrorist attack may have for this week's games. MLB has cancelled all its games for today.
Miserable terrorists, vile people, truly the scum of the earth!
I pray for the safety of our NFL players, coaches, management and other personnel as well as for the victims and their families.
Signs of the times...-09-11-2001, 12:11 PM -
NFL wives
Just down the winding street from our house is a charming little school called North Elementary that my family knows very, very well. It's home to the little playground with the grey "spinny thing" that Lennon has loved (to watch, not ride) since he has had an opinion. Home to a sprawling field where Danny and I used to take our sweet pup to run the furniture-chewing willies out of her. Next to a rustic, wooded nook where we had our engagement photos taken back in 2009 and about twenty years before that it was where I played kickball and four-square as a rambunctious fifth grader. North is where we meet 95% of Lennon's playdates and where he gets 99% of his knee scrapes. And when it's just me and him, we make sure to swing by Starbucks on our way there, even though it's not actually on our way. This morning was one of those days, he asked and I conceded. It was chilly out but it was just us, so we took full advantage.
When we got to the schoolyard we sat down on our favorite bench and Lennon ate a small slice of pumpkin bread before running off to join in a game of tag. As the heat of my latte warmed my fingers I was thankful that I'd won the morning jacket debate. The clouds in the distance had become the clouds overhead and the sun had been reduced to a bright spot in the corner of sky. A mom called out to her daughter, requesting a break from swing-pushing, and then walked towards me with her hands in her pockets and a smile on her face. She asked if the seat next to me was taken and then sat down.
We chatted a bit about the weather, about Lennon and then about her daughter. It was the usual Park-Mom conversation. How old is he? What school does she go to? Where do you guys live? We talked about the foreign concept of "TK," a new program called Transitional Kindergarten, and then somehow started talking about local high school ratings. Lennon ran over to me, yelled that he was "it" and threw his New York Giants ball cap on my lap. The woman looked down at the hat, raised an eyebrow, and then asked if we had ties to the East Coast. Before I knew it we were knee deep in football speak. She vented about her issues with the *****' offseason acquisitions, or lack thereof, and I told her a little about why Danny was excited to return to the Giants for another year. I asked her how she liked the new Santa Clara stadium and she asked me which city I've enjoyed the most on our journey. Before I could respond, she grinned eagerly and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Wait, what's being an NFL wife like?"
I smiled and shrugged. The answer that I have bookmarked in my brain for that oft-asked question rolled off of my tongue. I told her that there are proverbial ups and downs that come with being married to a professional athlete and that the chaotic lifestyle keeps me on my toes. That sometimes it's fun and exciting and other times it's a ball of...-07-17-2015, 12:28 AM -
Dear friends of The Great ClanRam,
This is a place I often visit in good faith as I know we share some things in common, namely, of course, our passion for the Rams.
Although for the most part we don't know each other, this forum is usually a welcomed and viable cyber means to mutually exchange our thoughts as people of kindness and respect, even if all this is only relative at times due to the nature of the threads and topics at hand when viewed in contrast of much more important matters in our existance.
Today I wanted to share this latest reality check, the reality of it all in terms of things ineffable and/or inevitable. In the wee hours of this morning my mother passed away in Mexico at the age of 85. She had fallen down last week and could not survive the damages. Neither my two sisters nor myself, nor the good people at the hospital thought it would produce her death. But complications in her health came and went quickly. Mi mamá... una buena, fuerte, y noble mujer.
I am traveling there tomorrow but, again, just wanted to let you know that this, The Clan of the Rams, is indeed a place where we have the privilege to speak in freedom, sincerity, and truth , even on the vicissitudes of important events of our lives. I've seen it here for a few years now.
Thanks for being there / here, good friends in the verily vanity of it all. God bless you. Please do what is right.
Go RAMS in 2009.-02-16-2009, 03:48 PM -
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> I sat in my seat of the Boeing 767 waiting for everyone to hurry and...
>stow their carry-ons and grab a seat so we could start what I was sure to
>be a long, uneventful flight home.
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> With the huge capacity and slow moving people taking their time to
>stuff luggage far too big for the overhead and never paying much attention
>to holding up the growing line behind them, I simply shook my head knowing
>that this flight was not starting out very well. I was anxious to get
>home to see my loved ones so I was focused on my issues and just felt
>like standing up and yelling for some of these clowns to get their act
>together.
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> I knew I couldn't say a word so I just thumbed thru the "Sky Mall"
>magazine from the seat pocket in front of me.
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> You know it's really getting rough when you resort to the over
>priced, useless sky mall crap to break the monotony.
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> With everyone finally seated, we just sat there with the cabin door
>open and no one in any hurry to get us going although we were well past
>the scheduled take off time.
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> No wonder the airline industry is in trouble I told myself.
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> Just then, the attendant came on the intercom to i! nform us all
>that we were
> being delayed.
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> The entire plane let out a collective groan.
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> She resumed speaking to say "We are holding the aircraft for some
>very special people who are on their way to the plane and the delay
>shouldn't be more than 5 minutes.
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> The word came after waiting six times as long as we were promised
>that I was finally going to be on my way home.
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> Why the hoopla over "these" folks?
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> I was expecting some celebrity or sport figure to be the reason for
>the hold up ...
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> Just get their butts in a seat and let's hit the gas I thought.
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> The attendant came back on the speaker to announce in a loud and
>excited voice that we were being joined by several U.S. Marines returning
>home from Iraq!!!
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> Just as they walked on board, the entire plane erupted into
>applause.
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> The men were a bit taken by surprise by the 340 people cheering for
>them as they searched for their seats.-11-24-2005, 09:38 AM
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