Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Resolved Question: Sweet and Touching Story?

I had a dream last may that I was getting married. In the dream I was living with a guy Daniel, New Zealand. But we were flying in an airplane. From then I could see a map and on the map, we were flying over Israel. (wild). Anyway, we get to the airport in Atlanta (YAY!!!! My favorite airport, people are so nice). I am very, very pregnant and Daniel abandons me. Fast forward to the hospital where there are nurses, they are all standing around feeling very sorry for me. My baby has been born, but is hooked up to oxygen. She doesn't make it.

So in the dream, it is told from the perspective of my mom. And at the end of the dream, she says, "I was 25 years old" (at the time I was 25).
(the perspective kept changing from me to my mom and back again)
Anyway, it's eery because of the Daniel/New Zealand stuff. I recently had a bad encounter with a guy named Dylan from Australia. Isn't that freaky? my actual boyfriend at the time was from tanzania. So strange that it was Daniel from New Zealand. Wierd. oh, what does it mean?

Resolved Question: Sweet and Touching Story?


As a Company, Southwest Airlines is going to support "Red Fridays." Last week I was in Atlanta, Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen.

Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camos. As they began heading to their gate, everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering. When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for, it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red-blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families.

Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal. Just when I thought I could not be mo

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