You are Superman
You are mild-mannered, good, strong and you love to help others.
Tears and fears and feeling proud to say "I love you" right out loud,
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way.
But now old friends are acting strange, they shake their heads, they say I've changed.
Something's lost but something's gained in living every day.
I've looked at life from both sides now,
From win and lose, and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall.
I really don't know life at all.
|You Are a Sentimental Gift Giver|
Your gifts are warm, caring, and very personal.
You know that it's the thought that counts...
And you definitely put the most thought behind your gifts.
|For the twelve days of Christmas, your true love will send you:|
Twelve street musicians drumming
Eleven candycanes a-sticking
Ten gymnasts a-leaping
Nine ladies singing
Eight goats a-milking
Seven rumballs a-drunkening
Six kittens a-meowing
Five golden necklaces
Four calling telemarketers
Three French tourists
Two starving Olsen twins
And a crazy homeless person in an apple tree
"It is what it is."
|You Are Prancer|
You are the perfect reindeer, with perfect hooves and perfect flying form.
Why You're Naughty: Because you're Santa's pet, and you won't let anyone show you up.
Why You're Nice: You have the softest fur and the sweetest carrot breath.
I saw a story on the evening news Friday about a new book titled The Absolute Worst Places to Live in
I am the first to admit that the housing prices in Seattle are astronomical but there are so many wonderful things about Seattle including the people, the coffee, the breweries, ferry boats, Pike Place Market, the Space Needle, the lakes, beautiful parks and beaches and the rain ensures that it's beautifully green everywhere!
The water cooler story of the week seems to be the search and rescue of the Kim family. I was elated on Monday to hear about the rescue of part of the family and then devastated on Wednesday with the discovery of the body of James Kim.
I have had several discussions with friend and co-workers about the unfolding events and in one particular conversation we were recalling a story that we had both heard years ago about a man that had survived in his car for several months before finally dying of starvation. We both remembered details of the story but not the entire story. I did an initial google search and did not find anything. Today I was reading a follow-up story about the Kim family ordeal from the LA Times (article titled, Vandalized gate led family astray) and the final paragraph of the story contained the information that I had been looking for. I did a further google search and pieced together the following from multiple sources (see below).
Dewitt Finley, 56, a traveling salesman from
decided to travel over the Montana when headed from the Coast Range coast to Oregon on Grants Pass . Mr. Finley had spent most of his life in the November 14, 1995 area and was not accustomed to late-season driving in the mountains and did not have much knowledge about the outdoors. His pickup truck with camper kept sliding off the road, despite the 4-wheel drive, and he finally decided to stop on the shoulder and camp for the night. However the storm continued for 3 days and when it was finished the pickup truck was surrounded by six-feet of snow. Mr. Finley passed the time by checking days off his calendar and writing letters to his sons, his fiancee and his boss. According to the letters that were left behind in the truck, Finley decided to trust God for a rescue, waiting in his truck. He wrote, “I have no control over my life. It’s all in His hands. His will be done. Death here in another month or so, so He sends someone to save me. Yet knowing His will, I’m at peace and His grace will prevail. If I’m save to finish my life here, please know I’ll always be thankful to you and remain your servant. If not – I’ll see you in Glory.” The final date check off his calendar was Los Angeles . His body was found in the cab of his pickup truck by teenagers in late May. January 19, 1996
A poem titled “The End of DeWitt Finley” was written by Joseph Harrison and included in his book Someone Else’s Name. An except of the poem:
They found the salesman's body the following spring.
Something struck the observers about the scene
Of the man's death: there wasn't the slightest sign
Of struggle, anguish, or delirium,
No broken glass, no torn upholstery.
All seemed composed, contemplative, serene,
As poised as steady penmanship,
The thoughtful phrasing of his calm farewell,
His mild acceptance of his lonely end.
It wouldn't be correct to call it fate:
Rescue in the form of a ploughed road, remained
Throughout a makable hike away. And though
He didn't know this, did he want to know?
He wanted someone to come, that was the point.
Call it foolishness, or call it faith,
The patience to wait in silence for a sign
That life has something like meaning, and that yours
Has something like meaning, meaning that is yours.
The irony in this tale – The entire nine weeks Finley was waiting and praying, he was no more than a few hundred feet from a clear, paved road which was only a 16-mile walk to a store and safety.
It turns out that the Kim family and Finley were both stranded on
I am just glad that I was able to find some details on the Finley story, it was driving me nuts.
Links to sources:
When do you put your decorations up?
What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)?
Favorite holiday memory as a child?
When I was about 7 years old I really wanted one of those music boxes with the ballerina inside that twirls around to the music when you open the lid. I didn't say anything about it. I didn't mention it to my parents, didn't mention it to Santa yet on Christmas morning my music box was waiting underneath the tree. I was at that age when I started to question the reality of Santa and that assured me of his authenticity for many more years.
My family performed at the family service on Christmas Eve in 1980 or 1981. My father had taught us the 4-part harmony to Glorious Kingdom and we worked on it daily for weeks. We never got all of our parts right at the same time (after all I think we were 9, 7 and 4 years old) which my father found unbelievably frustrating. When Christmas Eve rolled around we went to the front of the church and took our places. The presentation was perfect and at the finale the entire congregation clapped (the first time I had ever seen clapping at church). Every time I hear the song I get chills and my memory is flooded with love I felt that night.
When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?
Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?
How do you decorate your Christmas tree?
Snow! Love it or dread it?
Can you ice skate?
Do you remember your favorite gift?
What’s the most important thing about the holidays for you?
What is your favorite holiday dessert?
What is your favorite holiday tradition?
Since I have only spent one Christmas season in
I also have a tradition that no one know about and I am not going to spill the beans here!
What tops your tree?
Which do you prefer, giving or receiving?
What is your favorite Christmas song?
Candy canes: yuck or yum?
What do you leave for Santa?
|Your Christmas Stocking Will Be Filled With Little Wrapped Presents|
You've made Santa a very happy fellow this year.
Don't worry - what happens at the North Pole stays at the North Pole!