Ponders the "science"...

...that asserts that  artificial hormone therapy causes cancer but the same hormones in The Pill decreases cancer, yet somehow the uptick in breast cancer rates in the Third World after we've "modernized them" is due to the use of deodorant. Isn't the media fun?

(Just FYI:  NFP works [that's a link to the Science Daily with research from Europe's leading reproductive health journal] and it won't kill the fish either.)

A Story Worth Sharing

I had to share this one. (Link to the article.)

The “Joke” That Nearly Destroyed Six Lives

May 16th, 2011 by Patti Maguire Armstrong 

My son Luke once wrote for his high school newspaper. Last week, one of my daughters brought home the latest issue and showed it to me. “Luke has a story in it,” she announced. Since Luke is soon to be 26 years old and is working in Guatemala as the  director of the God’s Child Project, this surprised me.

I learned that it was a letter he sent to a former English teacher, who read it to her students. One of the students is the editor of the school newspaper so she ran it for the whole school to read.  It’s definitely a story to share, so I’m offering it to you.

Dear Mrs. Dietz,

I tried to address this letter “Dear Nancy,” but it just did not look right to me. Even though you have given me permission to call you Nancy, I’m afraid you will always be Mrs. Dietz to me.
As you start your spring, we south of the border are gearing up for another five months of rain. Hopefully, I will be making a trip to Bismarck in the next few months. Preferably this will be soon enough for there to still be a bit of spring in the air. Summer is nice, but I’ve had four continuous years of it and could use some variety.

…I am going to share a story with you so that you can share it with your students. It is a story that I wish I had heard back in my rabble-rousing high school days.

Two years ago one of our social workers discovered six siblings living in a garbage dump outside of a village called Ciudad Vieja. This garbage dump was as close to hell on Earth as any place can be. Looming above it was an active volcano. A fine layer of ash fell like snow from its frequent eruptions.

In the garbage dump, the volcano was not the only thing that burned. Decades of garbage lay in enormous mountains. Trapped gasses ignited underground fires, which caused a thick, chemical smoke to hang heavy in the air.

Amongst the waste, carcasses of household pets decayed and emitted putrid smells while flies swarmed and swarmed and swarmed. In the torrent of this oppressive environment, there were also people. Little boys and girls climbed the mountains of burning garbage looking for food. They spent twelve hours every day scouring these mounds of waste in search of a way to stay alive.

As is our mission, we worked to get six siblings out of that environment. After putting the right pieces in place, we managed to find them a place to live and enrolled them in classes at one of our schools. Each student was given new clothes to wear and school supplies.

For two weeks, it seemed as though we had succeeded. But then, all six stopped showing up to school. We could not find them in their new homes. We went back to the garbage dump and sure enough, there they were.

It leads one to ask the question, “Why would any sane person choose a life in hell over a dignified house, and the chance for a good education?” We soon found out the answer.

In the hustle and bustle of getting these kids out of the dump and into new clothes, one of the girls slipped through the cracks and did not receive a new pair of shoes. Her name was Carmen. Carmen wore a pair of ragged shoes that she had found in the garbage dump. During her second week of school another girl noticed these shoes and made fun of her. She laughed at her for having such shabby shoes. Others joined in and made fun of her shoes.

Carmen had lived her whole life in a garbage dump. The social pressure of being made fun of for her shoes was new and completely dislodging for her. It was too much for her to take. She decided to leave school and return to the dump. At least in the dump no one made fun of her. She was the eldest sibling, and her brothers and sisters decided that if she was going to return to the garbage dump, then they were all going to return together.

This story does have a happy ending. In the end we were able to convince the children to return to school where they remain today. As I write this letter, they are studying in a classroom 100 feet away.

I tell you this story and ask you to share it with your students for this reason. Six people’s lives were almost destroyed because of one unkind comment. All the girl who made the comment did was make fun of another girl’s shoes. Surely all of us have done worse. I know I have. If asked why she did it, I’m sure she would say something we hear all too often: “It was just a joke.” The girl likely could never have imagined how far the negative consequences of that “joke” could have reached. But that joke almost brought destroyed the life of six children. Children in garbage dumps don’t survive long. If their health does not give out by the time they reach adolescents, exploiters or human traffickers prey on them.

Though we will never fully no how far our unkind and kind acts will reach, I believe that both reach further than any of us could ever imagine. Every day we are presented with a thousand opportunities to choose kindness or unkindness.

I no longer believe in trivial acts. Everything we do carries enormous weight. Everything we do has repercussions that will last long after we have left this Earth. If we look at the world like this, I think it becomes nearly impossible to choose unkindness over kindness.

Even though others irritate us sometimes, and almost invite nastiness, none of us know what another is going through. What we can be sure of is that everyone deserves our kindness. And we can all be thankful that life gives us limitless opportunities to give it.

So, if T.S. Eliot insists that April is the cruelest month of the year, well, maybe he just needed a hug.

Happy Spring,
Luke Armstrong

After setting off hitch-hiking post college from Chile to Alaska, Luke Maguire Armstrong made it as far as Guatemala. There he is the Director of The GOD´S CHILD Project´s Guatemala Social Service programs, which work to break the chains of poverty through education and formation. He is the author of iPoems for the Dolphins to Click Home About and  co-authored Amazing Grace for Survivors and The Expeditioner’s Guide to the World.

Patti Maguire Armstrong is the mother of ten children including two Kenyan AIDS orphans. She is a speaker and the author of Catholic Truths for Our Children: A Parent's Guide (Scepter) Stories for the Homeschool Heart and also the children's book, Dear God, I Don't Get It!" (Bezalel). She was  the managing editor and co-author of Ascension Press's Amazing Gracebook series. Her website is RaisingCatholicKids.com.

click here for the link to the original story

Courageous!

The movie Courageous (in theaters 9/30/11) is from the same people who made Fireproof and Facing the Giants. It is a story about fatherhood. It looks like another great story. In fact, if it is like their other work, the stories are so strong you can almost forget you are watching a movie. Just imagine if Hollywood, with their professional actors and producers would produce stories like these?
                ...Wait, I just did. It's better this way.

7 Quick Takes--The Griping Edition

1

How many entire days it takes to reload all the kids' software and educational malarkey onto a new computer.

2

The number of days it takes for Blogger to get it's act together, too. I was actually back on-line yesterday, but Blogger is run by the same software gremlins that I use, apparently.

3

The number of new cats we have. My children and my husband love cats. I see cats and think "kitty litter." It was just in the last 12 months that I stopped having 3 children in diapers. I guess the family thought I was needing a bit more excrement in my life. Yes, indeedy.

4

Just in case anyone is counting, that is the number of animals residing in the ugly yellow trailer.

5

Cats want to purr on me. They want to lay on me. They generally want to be around and adore me. I guess they appreciate not having to clean up after themselves. There is that.

6

This would be the number of people in the home that the cats are relatively indifferent towards. This is merely by comparison, you understand.

7

This is the number of people we have sharing space with the one dog and the three cats. The children chase the cats. The dog whimpers and cowers in the vicinity of the cats. The cats explode in the vicinity of the dog. My slashed toes bear witness to the fact that "vicinity" in 800 square feet means pretty much "everywhere."

My Dell Dinosaur finally became extinct...

It died a long, slow and agonizing death with gasps and wheezes and occasional rallies that lured me into not saving up for the next computer very aggressively. So...


I'll be back on line by the end of the week. I hope.