I am really angry today because I have the ability to help so many and no matter how many times I call, you won't call back!
Do you want affordable health care?
Do you want a premium that will not go up for 24 to 36 months?
Do you want Dr visits?
Do you want a drug card?
How about $25 million in benefits?
Would you like it if you ever got hurt or critically ill you wouldn't have ot meet your deductible, ever?
Why won't you call me?
Monday, April 6, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Fighting the Fight
When I was young I can remember my grandfather being very private about whom he voted for during the election for our president. My grandma was handicapped and in a wheel chair and so the voting official would come to their home and grandma would vote by herself in the kitchen and then grandpa would vote in the living room also in private. It was the only time that I can remember while being raised by them that they didn't discuss the decision that they has made on their vote. But this I do remember about their patriotism.
On the 4th of July they would go outside and raise the American Flag. We lived at the end of a dirt country road and the only audience most of the time were the squirrels, rabbits and occasional deer that would come by to see what we were up to. Oh, I can remember when someone who was lost came all the way down to the end of the road and would turn around on our small driveway and grandpa would say "they may be lost but at least they know that they are in America!"
They cried together watching on their small black and white television when President Kennedy was shot. They yelled at the same television set when they watched the riots that ravaged our city if Chicago. They laughed at classic TV shows such as Jackie Gleason and the Carol Burnett show. They loved every single season and all the weather it brought each year. They loved their family and all neighbors for they considered us all the same, humans walking together in a great country on a greater Mother Earth.
I choose not to see the constant news that brings nothing but lies, deceit, despair and hate for our fellow man. I choose not to allow this downhill spiral of negativity that flows from each and every single news source like the water that flows through the Fox River. I choose to love my fellow man and see the good that there is in each of us and believing without all doubt that our town, our state, out country and our world will be saved.
What do you choose?
Peace, Margie
On the 4th of July they would go outside and raise the American Flag. We lived at the end of a dirt country road and the only audience most of the time were the squirrels, rabbits and occasional deer that would come by to see what we were up to. Oh, I can remember when someone who was lost came all the way down to the end of the road and would turn around on our small driveway and grandpa would say "they may be lost but at least they know that they are in America!"
They cried together watching on their small black and white television when President Kennedy was shot. They yelled at the same television set when they watched the riots that ravaged our city if Chicago. They laughed at classic TV shows such as Jackie Gleason and the Carol Burnett show. They loved every single season and all the weather it brought each year. They loved their family and all neighbors for they considered us all the same, humans walking together in a great country on a greater Mother Earth.
I choose not to see the constant news that brings nothing but lies, deceit, despair and hate for our fellow man. I choose not to allow this downhill spiral of negativity that flows from each and every single news source like the water that flows through the Fox River. I choose to love my fellow man and see the good that there is in each of us and believing without all doubt that our town, our state, out country and our world will be saved.
What do you choose?
Peace, Margie
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