Posts Tagged "election"

GOD, GIVE US MEN!

Posted by on Nov 12, 2014 in Uncategorized |

GOD, GIVE US MEN!

This is a photo of my daddy, Marvin Jones and my uncle, Jim Jones. They both served in  the military; one in the Army and one in the Navy. Then Daddy spent his life serving God in the pastorate where he still  ministers. Uncle Jim ranches (still part-time) and spent twelve years in the legislature of Nebraska. They are great examples to all of us of real men. My life is full of such men. We need men like this for our country! This poem seemed appropriate considering that we just had an election and Veteran’s Day! What can we do now that the election is over? I believe that both of the men picture above would urge us to humble ourselves before God and pray. They’ve never given me bad advice yet! GOD, GIVE US MEN! GOD, GIVE US MEN! A time like this demands strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands;    Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy;    Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue    And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun crowned, who live above the fog    In public duty and in private thinking; For while the rabble, with their thumb-worn creeds, Their large professions and their little deeds, Mingle in selfish strife, lo! Freedom weeps, Wrong rules the land and waiting Justice sleeps.                                        —-Josiah Gilbert Holland    There IS a word in this poem I don’t use, but my daddy taught me to use language appropriately and I believe it is used as such in this...

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Of Nurses and Politics II

Posted by on Sep 11, 2012 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized | 2 comments

One of the things I really enjoy about being a nurse is the part where I get to meet a lot of people. Go figure, I am a people person after all. My new job has been especially enjoyable for me. I am no longer in Critical Care. My patients are more alert, more conversive, and for the most part they get well and go home. I’m really enjoying that! The other night I had a very interesting patient. He made me think. He reminded me of a post I had written a few months ago. This man is Jewish. He was in a concentration camp when he was thirteen. He told me about that time in one sentence. “They killed my whole family. . . all of them.” I can’t describe the look in his eyes. He was watching the Convention that night. I think it was the convention of his party, but I’m not sure. It doesn’t matter. What matters is what he said as he shrank lower into the hospital bed. He looked at me with such sadness and said this, “They all say such awful things about each other. They just argue and argue.” I agreed with him and told him my “I wish politicians would act more like nurses” philosophy. He agreed. So, today on this day when we remember 9/11 and are facing an important election I am going to do something I’ve never done before. I’m going to cut and paste part of a previous post and throw it out there. We need to wake up folks. We need to start talking and stop fighting. I’m just saying. . . Of Nurses and Politics I started my new job last week. Since my official residence is still in South Carolina and I am a republican, I am voting in the primaries this week. Now, I realize there may be an apparent disparity between those two events, but I think not. I’ll explain why. I started thinking about this last month when I finished my last week at Lexington Medical Center.  I was so, so, so glad to be done. But, I was desperately saddened. I was leaving “my peeps”. I’ve never called a group that before. For some reason—I’m unsure why—I bonded more than ever before with my coworkers. I think it may have been our differences. The group that worked the night shift were from all over. There were some from the South, sure. But, there were some from the Midwest, the Northeast, the Philippines, Norway, and even one from that foreign-est of foreign places, South Dakota. But, that didn’t matter. It also didn’t matter that we were of all different persuasions of religion and politics. There were ultra-conservative people, bleeding hearts, those who really didn’t have an opinion, and some in the middle. We were of every color, “red and yellow, black and white.” We even had different styles of nursing. There were the “rule followers” who believed the policy is...

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