Never under-estimate who you are and what you can do.
Life can be a tangled mess-- a difficult journey, BUT, when you have a destination worth pursuing, every obtacle makes you stronger....more committed to succeed. In most cases, no one can help you. The journey is yours to do--- alone.
As a child, I read every book I could find. I marveled at those who fought life--Head-On--to reach goals, live dreams, and pursue the impossible. In every case of a True Hero---not even one gave-in to fear or gave-up hope.
Each of us has un-imaginable strength and courage when we believe in ourselves. NEVER question your ability to overcome obstacles of all shapes and sizes. Refuse to give up.
NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE WHEN YOU FACE LIFE AND ITS DIFFICULTIES....WITH DETERMINATION. DON"T LET OTHERS "TALK-YOU-OUT" OF PURSUING YOUR PASSION, YOUR DREAM.
ONE SIZE DOESN'T "FIT ALL". AND....DON'T WAIT FOR LIFE TO GIVE YOU A SECOND CHANCE.
On Aug. 18, 1941, Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee, Jr., of No. 53 Operational Training Unit, Royal Canadian Air Force, climbed into a Spitfire for a test flight. With its unique elliptical wings and legendary Rolls-Royce Merlin engine, the nimble Spitfire is arguably the most storied and beautifully-designed fighter to come out of World War II.
As he flew the fighter through a series of combat maneuvers, Magee experienced a euphoria that typically grips pilots as they put their high performance airplanes through their paces. But--- unlike other pilots who, after landing, walk away thrilled to the point of being speechless-- Magee, an accomplished poet, began translating his joyful experience into words on a piece of paper while still airborne.
On Sept. 3, 1941, in a letter to his parents he wrote, “I am enclosing a verse I wrote the other day. It started at 30,000 feet, and was finished soon after I landed. I thought it might interest you.” That verse was the sonnet High Flight, the most famous poem to emerge from World War II.
Born in Shanghai, China in 1922, Magee was the eldest of four boys born to American and English missionaries, John and Faith Magee. The young Magee’s poetry talent was officially recognized in 1938 when he received the poetry prize from Rugby School, an English boarding school he was attending. The Magee family was visiting relatives in the United States in 1939 when war broke out in Europe. Unable to return to England, the younger Magee completed his high school education in the States. In 1940 he was offered a scholarship to Yale, where his father was chaplain.
Instead, young Magee enlisted in the Royal Canadian Air Force. After earning his wings in June 1941, Pilot Officer Magee was assigned to No. 53 Operational Training Unit in Britain for Spitfire training, where he wrote High Flight. Upon qualifying in the fighter, he was assigned to No. 412 Squadron and experienced his first combat action on Nov. 8, 1941.
On Dec. 19, 1941, Magee was killed in an air accident when his Spitfire collided in a cloud with an Airspeed Oxford trainer. He was only 19 years old.
In 1941 Magee’s father was the curate of Saint John’s Episcopal Church in Washington, D.C., and he reprinted High Flight in a number of church publications. The sonnet came to the attention of Archibald McLeish, Librarian of Congress, who acclaimed it as the first great poem of the war and included it in Faith and Freedom, the Library of Congress exhibition of war poems, in February 1942.
Reprinted and broadcast countless times, High Flight is regarded as one of the world’s greatest war poems and the most outstanding anthem of aviation. It is the official poem of the Royal Canadian Air Force and the Royal Air Force. First year cadets at the U.S. Air Force Academy are required to memorize it. Extracts have been quoted in a variety of occasions.
The most famous example occurred on Jan. 28, 1986, when President Ronald Reagan, speaking of the Challenger Space Shuttle disaster, closed his address with the sentence: “We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and ‘slipped the surly bonds of Earth’ to ‘touch the face of God.’”
"Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the
tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds-– and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air . . .
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor even eagle flew –
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
John Gillespie Magee, Jr. RCAF
(killed at 19 yrs. of age)
Many of us have some type of physical or mental disorder BUT…those disorders shouldn’t require that all public bathrooms be dramatically- altered or refurbished to accommodate our disorders!
It makes sense to build a public bathroom for people with physical limitations BUT, even then, there absolutely-must be one for males and one for females. In the case of those Americans who consider themselves transgender and demand their rights... let the government build transgender bathrooms...BUT---- Don't touch the traditional- separated bathrooms for those of us who know there are only two genders. Those genders have, from life's beginning, kept us separate and apart; acknowledged us as two distint genders who are physically different. One gender is male, born with a penis, and the other gender is female, born with a vagina. Simple, isn't it?
It was in May of 1961, when President John F. Kennedy said, "We will put a man on the moon".
It was in May of 2016, when Barry Soetoro--better-known as President Barack Hussein Obama---said, "We will put a man in the Girls Restroom". And that, my friends, is the difference between a Dream and a Nightmare.
REMEMBER THIS: EVEN THE UNITED STATES CONGRESS...WHOSE MEMBERS TOO-OFTEN DISPLAY MENTAL AND SEXUAL DISORDERS AND OTHER PERVERSIONS---STILL OFFERS ONLY TWO CHOICES FOR THOSE WHO NEED TO USE THE CAPITAL BATHROOM: MALE or FEMALE.
STAY AWARE, STAY SMART, AND STAY CLOSE.
There is not one racist bone in my body. I appreciate and respect all skin color but I have every right to be proud of my white skin color; my white heritage; and my white culture. I’m a white person; it’s who I am. Yet--everything around me has completely changed regarding people's skin color. Every day, I feel more like Rip Van Winkle who’s been asleep for years and….just woke up.
Help! I can’t put my finger on the exact moment I opened my eyes and asked “What happened to my once-Classic World”??? With eyes wide-open….I see an ever-growing population of homosexuals, trans-genders,cross-dressers, bi-sexuals, young children in gender transition, the legalized murdering of babies---to say nothing of an ongoing effort to destroy America's traditional values and laws.
Most alarming to me is the deliberate push to unite people of color with whites----to live together and create children. From everything I read in articles, advertisements, opinions-- and view in photos, films, commercials and on TV shows—there’s a calculated plan to obliterate the White Race.
I trust Nature. My grandmother taught me from childhood that Nature is the wisest and most-wonderful of Teachers. Like my Grandmother often pointed out:
“ People should learn from birds. There are so-many different kinds of birds…such as red birds, blue birds, cardinals, sparrows, and blackbirds. You will see them eat out of the same trough, share the same trees, water, neighborhoods, and the entire outdoors BUT...they ONLY MATE with their own kind.
Like the birds, the same is true for Dogs, Cats, Elephants, Bears, Cougars, snakes, alligators, horses, cows---and on and on.”
Since the beginning of time we've existed as different races, different colors, different sexes, and different cultures yet… these days...there's a determined push to change everything about nature; to change everything about the natural flow and cycle of life.
I believe in God. I believe God is our Creator---he is the Master Planner---and his plan is the perfect plan. I remember a popular saying from the fifties "Don't mess with Mother Nature". Frankly speaking-- STOP MESSING WITH GOD!
Many in today's world are promoting a World-Wide Plan to deliberately "merge" all of us together as one....in thought, actions, deeds, and appearance. It's the old communist manifesto that everyone should have the same income...same lifestyle....same everything---everyone EXCEPT those in leadership. Those at the top—the Dictators--the Leaders-- will still be in control of us and...all the money! Those who are determined to brainwash us into obedience--- will also force us into believing we are part of only ONE RACE---THE HUMAN RACE.
THIS IS WRONG. THIS ISN’T MY WORLD. THIS ISN’T GOD’S WORLD.
On a much, much smaller scale, I can easily-relate to the never-ending assault experienced by Donald Trump since announcing, competing for, and successfully winning the Presidency.
In 1983, armed with a sure-fire plan to save Pine Bluff, Arkansas-- my hometown-- I officially ran for Mayor. Unlike Trump, I lost my race--but not before experiencing—first-hand-- the most vicious, deadliest attacks from the ugliest people--ever.
Running for a political office was my initiation into the world of dirty deals, outrageous lies, heartless attacks, destruction of my car, my property, and my reputation. Worst of all, the opposition openly used every under-handed trick imaginable, including big money, to manipulate votes and voters. I was forty-four years old when I "earned" my advanced degree in political savagery.
Today, I consider myself an authority on Political Evil. And, for what it’s worth, I know that every so-called professional politician on earth--is actively-involved in making "deals" with the Devil.
FROM MY BOOK-- THE BEAUTY QUEEN:
"East Side, West Side....all around the town..." No, I'm not singing about the sidewalks of New York. I'm referencing Pine Bluff, Arkansas---the town that raised me.
It no longer matters which side of the street you live on in Pine Bluff or...whether you have a $10,000 house or a $100,000 house. Pine Bluff is no longer the perfect, Mayberry-type community for perfect living or raising children. Year after year, it continues to be nationally-ranked as one of the most dangerous cities in the USA.
I envy people who never experienced the town in its glory days. Unlike me, they have no reason to remember the town with sadness. Proudly, I became the town’s first Miss Hospitality; it’s first Miss Pine Bluff and first Miss Arkansas. I loved the town like family. I lived there from the age of two years--received my education in Pine Bluff, married there, birthed two children there, and divorced there. For so many years…Pine Bluff, Arkansas was the center of my life.
By the early eighties, the town was in serious trouble. So….in 1984…. I ran for Mayor of Pine Bluff, believing I could make a difference in whether the town lived or died. After launching a successful fight to get the 819 Steam Engine out of the park, I coined the phrase, "Let’s put the Steam-- of the 819-- Back in Pine Bluff."
Using the Engine to benefit the town where it was built-- in the early forties--- seemed like the perfect “key” to success. I formulated a plan to restore the historic Steam Engine and-- with great celebration--get it back on-track for a regular run from Pine Bluff to Little Rock. Raised in a railroad family, I knew the historic Engine would attract Rail Enthusiasts to Pine Bluff--- from around the world. Rail fans would travel anywhere, anytime, for the opportunity to ride behind an original Steam Engine like the 819. It meant that Visitors from everywhere would buy tickets and memorabilia, purchase meals, and book over-night accommodations in Pine Bluff, Arkansas, The soon-to-be---future destination for Historic Railroad Lovers.
It meant that school teachers from other states could shuttle busloads of students to Pine Bluff for a memorable hands-on learning experience…like none other. No doubt--the ongoing revenue from the 819 could bring fame, prosperity, and stability to a dying town.
But, the “ENEMY” who wouldn't spend time or money to save the town--- were determined to do anything/everything possible to keep me from winning the Mayor's Race. In the end-- those with no vision or love for the town were successful in destroying my fool-proof plans to save Pine Bluff.
And “THEY” had nothing to offer in my place. No one tried to match my dream and my well-researched plan--- a solid plan that included strong supporters like: Walmart’s Founder, Sam Walton, who promised to establish a distribution center in Pine Bluff; Sheffield Nelson, President of Arkla Gas, who agreed to develop a new business-recruiting plan for Pine Bluff; and the Cotton Belt and Southern Pacific Officials who were preparing to launch an 819-on-the-move plan.
Many successful leaders across the nation were committed to invest time and money in Pine Bluff, Arkansas BUT ONLY after I became Pine Bluff’s Mayor. When you kill the plan of someone with a track record for making things happen...you damn-well-better have an even-better plan to replace it. But....the enemies didn't give a damn about saving Pine Bluff. Their only goal was to STOP ME from saving it.
After losing the mayor's race, I could have gone public with the names of all the dirty-dealing politicians who were willing to destroy Pine Bluff for their own gain but, it wasn't worth my time. When the curtain drops, the performance is over and… it’s time to leave the stage.
Many blame race issues for the town's downfall but RACE didn't cause Pine Bluff to die. My hometown didn't get where it is today without serious help from a powerful, selfish few. Most were and continue to be—Democrats:THE POLITICAL PARTY OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTION.
My hometown of Pine Bluff died a slow, agonizing death. Yes, I'm bitter. I will never lose my anger over “what could have been”.