The King of Cinema

The King of Cinema

Patty and I were watching the Bucket List the other night. The stars are Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson. In one scene the Freeman character demanded that Nicholson identify some things he believed in. After mentioning several life lessons Nicholson delivered a funny line when he added, "and never trust a fart." from the moment I heard it I knew that line would join a long list of Nicholson classics.

Later, I was recalling more of his great lines including, "Here’s Johnnie" from The Shining and "Wait ‘til they get a load of me " from the Batman movie and "You can’t handle the truth" from A Few Good Men or "You make me want to be a better man" from As Good as it Gets. Then there is the tuna salad scene in 5 Easy Pieces and the horny little devil in witches of Eastwick.

Any way you slice it Nicholson knows how to deliver lines in a memorable way. But he is not the only one. How many of these great lines do you remember? I have listed the lines themselves separate from the sources. If you still want more, here are the top 100 quotes from the American Film Institute.

Who said it? Which Movie?
　
They calll me Mr. Tibbs

I’ll have what she is having

Rose bud

I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore

I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse.

Are you kidding, the fall will probably kill you

Here’s looking at you kid

May the force be with you

You’ve got to ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky" Well do ya, punk?


What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate

Go ahead, Make my day
　
Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn

Mama always said life is like a box of chocolates

Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine

They drew first blood, not me

I’ll be back


The Answers:

Sidney Portier/In the heat of the night
They calll me Mr. Tibbs

Estell Reiner (not Meg Ryan)/When Harry Met Sally
I’ll have what she is having

Orsen wells/Citizen Kane
Rose bud

Peter Finch/Network
I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore

Marlon Brando/Godfather
I’m gonna make him and offer he can’t refuse.

Paul Newman/Butch Cassidy & Sundance kid
Are you kidding the fall will probably kill you

Humphrey Bogart/Casablanca
Here’s looking at you kid

Harrison Ford/Star Wars
May the force be with you

Clint Eastwood/Dirty Harry
You’ve got to ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky" Well do ya, punk?

Strother Martin/ Cool Hand Luke
What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate

Clint Eastwood/Sudden Impact
Go ahead, make my day

Clark Gable/Gone With the Wind
Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn

Tom Hanks/Forrest Gump
Mama always said life is like a box of chocolates...
　
Humphrey Bogart/ Casablanca
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine

Sylvester Stalone/First Blood
They drew first blood, not me

Arnold Schwarzenneger/Terminator
I’ll be back

What are your favorites?

And remember, "Never trust a fart."

a 10-year old thief

A 10-year old thief

I recently received a letter that lent me reason to pause.

It was written in pencil and it was from a 10-year old boy whom I did not know.

Apparently, while visiting our cabin with his parents, the youngster opened a box in the game closet and found a wad of cash (several hundred dollars) that did not belong to him or me. His first instinct was to take it, so he did.

Later that day he told his mom that he had some money and a little detective work by her uncovered the facts. She made him write the letter.

In his letter, the lad told me about his Mom, his Aunt, his Uncle, and his Grandpa. Apparently they all had a talk with him. He apologized for what he did and he was clearly sorry. I thought how fortunate he is for being surrounded by people of such fine character.

I recalled a lesson that my own father once shared with me when I was a junior in high school and Mark and I nearly emptied a full bottle of dad’s bourbon. BURP! PUKE! My dad seemed to have the right balance of recognizing that “boys will be boys” and that people can learn from their mistakes.

Sadly, some kids move from fairly innocent mistakes like Danny's misdeed into much more tragic situations. According to the office of Juvenile Justice there are over a milllion juveniles rotting away in jails right now.

All kids screw up but some of their violent crimes are hard to believe. Danny is luckier than many of those youngsters. These are among the benefits of having loving families.

Following is the letter I sent back to the youngster.

Dear Danny (not his real name),

The jails are filled with people who steal things that do not belong to them. Many of those people never had good parents or a good Uncle or Grandpa to help them when they made their mistakes. You are very fortunate to have such good people to guide you.

When I was a young fellow my father told me that everybody makes mistakes, but it is how you deal with your mistakes that determines how successful you will be.

My father would be very impressed by the way you have handled this.

You have learned to face your mistakes, even when it is hard to do.

I hope to meet you someday. Your letter proves that you are a fine fellow after all.

I forgive you because you deserve it and because I have made mistakes too.

Sincerely,

Mr. Thyfault

I think his parents grounded him for a couple weeks for taking something that didn’t belong to him and they also hugged him for being so truthful.

When it comes to Danny’s family it is like I said earlier, the jails are filled with people who were not so lucky.

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Sister Carol

Margie, Sarah, Carol, David, Janet, Jeanine, Cherlyn
Shirley, Albert

When I was 8 years old my parents got a divorce, so my sister and I lived with our mother for nearly two years. Then, mom married a man who had 4 daughters, and within another couple years a new baby joined the clan, yet another girl. That left me with six sisters: one full-blooded sister, 4 step sisters and a half sister.

Fast forward five decades and add a bunch of kids, grandkids, great-grandkids, and a wild collection of friends along with a lifetime of activities and you can believe me when I say my family is cool, weird, eccentric, goofy, fascinating and a whole lot of other adjectives.

In spite of a couple bumps in the road along the way, that offbeat gang of siblings has stayed in tact for five decades. However all good things must come to an end and a few days ago the inevitable day came when the first of the group had to fall. Carol was the second oldest. She lost a battle with cancer. MSNBC has released an article suggesting that some cancer deaths are down, but there are still a half-million deaths each year. According to the Mayo Clinic, cancer is the second leading casue of death in women.

Whenever someone dies, there is a tendency to focus on the loss, but in Carol’s case it is much better to focus on all of the great days she brought us. That is because Carol was the wacky one.

If you have ever watched America’s Funniest Home Videos you have seen people like her. Sometimes Carol could be absent minded. She is the kind of person who climbs in the wrong car at the shopping center or puts gas in her car and drives off without putting the hose back. In the early years, if somebody spilled milk at the dinner table, it was most likely Carol.

Carol had a colorful youth. For instance, she is one of the only people I have ever known to give themselves a tattoo. She installed the initials of an old boyfriend in her hand long before tattoos were fashionable. As I said, Carol was the wacky one.

She was not always the most feminine of females and she was fully willling to speak her mind. In fact, she knew a few words that would embarrass the most boisterous characters in a prison locker room. And she was not afraid to use them if she thought it was the best way to make a statement.

As the years ticked by Carol’s antics grew in number. Whenever the family would get together, we frequently relived her goofy days and Carol loved to participate in the conversation. The tales would go round and round. Whenever somebody would remind everybody else of the time that Carol did this or that, she would make certain that some other, equally funny episode, was not overlooked.

About six months ago, Carol reminded us of one such event that had faded into the archives of tired minds. But once she brought it up, sister Janet, remembered the entire ordeal and affirmed the story. Within a few seconds we were all smiling and giggling as Carol relived one of the most memorable pranks of her youth.

As the story goes, Carol was only about sixteen at the time and "borrowed" one of the family cars to go for a joy ride with a few friends. The vehicle in question was one of those old bubble-shaped tank-type cars of the fifties. It had a stick shift, and a giant steering wheel, and no power steering.

Lots of teenagers liked to smoke in those days because it made them feel cool and mature. Carol’s friends were all "acting cool" in that automobile and she had a lit cigarette danging from her lower lip as she came upon a large bump in the road. Naturally, the absent-minded Carol was not paying attention.

Upon impact, the old clunker of a car suddenly jolted skyward. Carol basically lost control of the giant steering wheel and the cigarette flipped upside down and the lit end actually penetrated her nostril. The impact was so substantial that it went up there so far that it could not fall out on its own.

In the mean time everybody else was bouncing around inside that car. Carol’s own instincts were at odds with themselves because she needed to regain control of the car and also attend the lit butt in her nose; but, what to do first? Apparently, she slapped at her nose to get rid of the cig, but she only managed to ram it up there further. As her nose was burning she somehow managed to stop the car and remove the smoking tobacco stick from her blistered nostril and let out a few of those profanities I told you about. Her nose took several days to heal.

As the two sisters told us all the story, they got to laughing so hard I thought they were both going to wet their pants. And, you know how contagious laughing can be. We all knew about Carol’s unusual ability to get into "I love Lucy" type situations. We all knew it was true, and another legendary story was added to an already full book.

Carol had lots of other wonderful qualities and I will never forget them, but the one thing that will stick with us all is how she gave us a lifetime of joy and humor.

We all thank God for Carol.

She was the wacky one.

We miss her already.

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Homer's Wisdom - Homer Simpson that is

Okay it is time for a change of pace. Here are some of my favorite quotes by the amusing three-haired Homer, Courtesy http://www.thesimpsonsquotes.com/

I'm going to the back seat of my car, with the woman I love, and I won't be back for ten minutes!

D'oh!

[Meeting Aliens] Please don't eat me! I have a wife and kids. Eat them!
　
It's true, I'm a Rageaholic...I just can't live without Rageahol!

I've gone back in time to when dinosaurs weren't just confined to zoos.

The problem in the world today is communication. Too much communication.

Oh sure. Even communism works. In theory.

Donuts: Is there anything they can't do?

If a gun is good enough to protect something as important as a bar, then its good enough to protect my family.

It's not easy to juggle a pregnant wife and a troubled child, but somehow I managed to fit in eight hours of TV a day.

it takes two to lie. One to lie and one to listen.

Oh, so they have internet on computers now!

Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that's even remotely true!

I saw a movie about a bus that had to speed around a city, keeping its speed over fifty and if its speed dropped, it would explode! I think it was called ... "The Bus That Couldn’t Slow Down."

Marge; "Homer, do you know why I married you?"
Homer: "Cause I knocked you up?"

How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain.
　
Here's to alcohol, the cause of—and solution to—all life's problems

Son, a woman is like a beer. They smell good, they look good, you'd step over your own mother just to get one! But you can't stop at one. You wanna drink another woman!

Okay Marge, its your child against my child. The winner will be showered with praise. The loser will be taunted and booed until my throat is sore.

If The Flintstones has taught us anything, it's that pelicans can be used to mix cement.

Operator! Give me the number for 911!

Trying is the first step on the road to failure

To Bart: Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals ... except the weasel.

Homer no function beer well without.

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The Misadventures of Whitey and Brownie

Whitey and Brownie - checking out the bird house in back yard

Last Friday Patty and I ended up with a couple of stray hunting dogs (See two previous articles).

Yesterday, our friend Bob called. One of his buddies said he would love to have Whitey and Brownie because he already had another German Shorthaired Pointer and he loved the breed. Naturally, we wanted to make every effort to contact the owner first so we told them to stand by, just in case they were needed.

A little later we made contact with the vet whose name was on Whitey’s tag. The vet knew about the dogs. As it turns out Whitey and Brownie have other names: Clark and Mollie. The vet also had a working cell phone number for the owner.

Their owner, Adam, moved into The Denver area about a month ago. He rented a home in a semi-seedy town about three miles away. Apparently Adam went out of town last week for a couple days and left the dogs with a neighbor who was unable to contain them. By the time we found them, they had been on their own for about 48 hours. Somehow they managed to get by without Patty until then.

Adam was supposed to be by our home around 3:30 to pick up the pointers but he was 2 hours late so I put in a follow-up call. I thought his tardiness might indicate that he really didn’t care all that much about them, so I told him about Bob’s friend; but, Adam assured me he did indeed want to get them back. Adam drove over to get the dogs in a run down van. He appeared to be about 25 years old. Both Adam’s neighborhood and his van told me that he lacks the financial means to properly care for those special dogs.

It looked like the van had already driven around the earth a few times. There was a for sale sign in the window. He only wanted $800, or best offer, for the beat up old van. Each of those dogs was worth approximately that amount. I felt sorry for Clark and Mollie. But in spite of my deep reservations, I had handled the original phone call in such a way that there was no doubt Adam was their owner. I had to give them to him. I invited him into our home.

When we entered the room, something was different. Clark and Mollie were going nuts. I have seen dogs enthusiastically greet their owners many, many times, but I had never seen two dogs get that pumped up. They were whining and jumping all over him. He reached down to acknowledge them and it was obvious the feeling was mutual. He took a seat on our sofa and the two dogs mauled him with love, crying and doggie kisses. They were not content to be next to him or sit on his lap. They took turns jumping up on his head, each one pushing the other one out of the way because they both wanted to engulf him. He was hugging them and assuring them that the feeling was mutual. It was one of the funniest and most touching displays I had ever seen. Even though they had not seem him for 5-6 days they knew exactly who he was and they were thrilled. They obviously all really loved each other.

As we got to know Adam, I completely changed my mind about him. He adopted both of those dogs which says a lot for him. And the actions of those happy, happy dogs screamed to me that the feeling was mutual. I have concluded that Adam may not be able to afford the best home or the best van, but his heart is filled with riches and he really does have his priorities figured out after all. Clark and Mollie made that perfectly clear.

After they all drove off, Patty and I were so happy everything ended so well, we savored a celebration hug. But we did not jump all over each other’s head like the dogs did when they saw Adam. Darn.

The lasting message from this tale is that a first impression told one story, but two energetic pointers, Clark and Mollie, told a quite a different one. The true one. Adam deserves them after all.

God Bless them.

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Doggie Update

Doggy Update

A couple of days ago we invited two stray dogs to spend the weekend with us. In the mean time, some additional facts have visited us. For one thing another neighbor has stated that the canines had been "runnng around" the area for several days before we caught them. Since there are some coyotes and larger dogs around, the strays were not especially safe. That probably led to some anxiety for them. In addition, German Shorthair Pointers are bred for bird-hunting so they are very excitable around the feathered critters. Once they found themselves inside and sperated from all that angst, they slept for about sixteen of the first twenty-four hours.

My friend, Bob, said that premium hunting-dogs like those are fairly valuable, probably in the $800 range. That made me think that the real owners might assume we were trying to steal them, so I called the police. They had received other calls about the dogs in the previous few days that the dogs were running around. I spoke with an officer and told him we (Patty) took them to the vet and we were treating kennel cough and got rid of the fleas. He was glad they were safe and not running around, exposing themselves and others to risk.

Since our yard is not fenced, we had to walk them on leashes. They are high energy dogs who were not trained to walk on a leash. Their natural instincts take over so they want to sniff the ground in search of prey. They are so enthusiastic about their mission they "work" very quickly. Their high energy demands attention. They want to work: sniffing quickly for rabbits and birds. They also like chasing a tennis ball or going for a jog. We have tennis balls but we cannot take them outside unless they are leashed, so we throw the balls for them in the house.

We had to have a way to refer to them, so we named the white male "Whitey". The female has a lot of natural brown color to her coat, so she came to be called "Brownie".

They are smart dogs and caught on quickly. When we walk them separately, Whitey misses his sister to the point that he cries until she returns. He is so attached to his sister, I would hate to see the two of them separated. He is the more hyper of the two. he needs her. Our yard is filled with birds, rabbits and squirrels. Whenever one happens past, Whitey goes crazy. He wants to go work. He "points".

Brownie is calmer and happy to sit next to you, but she has had a couple "accidents".

They are both affectionate dogs and want to be appreciated. They obey some basic commands and love to cuddle. Overall it is easy to see why people like the breed. They are high-energy, lovable, loyal, enthusiastic, and attractive. I have not noticed any shedding. They weigh about 35 pounds.

Today is Monday. We are hoping to hook up with the animal hospital whose name is on Whitey’s tag, but several calls to them have gone unanswered. We have also tried to make contact with the local rescue group, but they have not returned calls either. We will stick with these precious dogs until we find a suitable alternative. They will be wonderful pets for the right family, but that is clearly not us. We want one larger dog, that is less demanding.

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Patty's Critters

Patty’s Critters

I love my wife.

After 40 years of marriage she still does things at which I marvel. The most recent episode began some time ago, but began to take shape just yesterday.

We have a sidewalk about 40 foot long, that leads to and from our back door. It serves as a buffet counter for some of Patty’s Critters. We discovered a few years back that we have to spread the goodies all up and down the sidewalk because there are so many of them they quarrel over whose food it is.

The whole thing is humorous because there is enough food for all of them. Patty sees to that. She doesn’t just throw out food scraps either. That would not be good enough for Patty’s Critters. She usually has at least 4 different store-bought bags of various food types. We have corn kernels, sunflower seeds, and various mixtures of seeds and pellets by our back door.

Once every day or so, Patty makes a run down the runway to provide for her friends. While she is out there she cleans the birdbath and replaces it with water for her feathered friends so they will have a clean place to poop and drink (Yech!) The backdrop to all of this is a wall of roses. Guess who takes care of those.

Yesterday, around 9:00, a couple of young Irish Setters came romping through our back yard. We tried to catch them so we could find out who they belonged to but they darted off so fast we lost sight of them. Patty put out some water in case they decided to come back. A short time later a coyote came strolling by. Not long after that I noticed a full display of birds feasting on the abundant menu of gourmet food that Patty puts out for them. A short time later Patty was enjoying the fact that a rabbit was hiding in the engine compartment of her car.

A group of squirrels is called a dray or a scurry. While Patty was smiling at the little rabbit, a dray was watching her in the front yard and a scurry was waiting for her in the back. For the name of other animal groups click here.

This morning our neighbor called. He said that two stray young dogs spent the night under his back deck and he didn’t know what to do. They were the two setters I mentioned earlier. He noted that Patty is known to Foster dogs from time to time so he enlisted her aid. Naturally, she took over.

A few minutes later the young energetic beasts were gulpping down water like SpongeBob Square Pants would absorb liquid gold. Then she gave them both a good sized dish of dog food with both dry stuff and a can of tastier food mixed in. Since we don’t have dogs of our own, this is just another example of how she likes to be ready because sometimes our boys bring their dogs over for a while. You should see how excited those dogs get when they see Patty.

Within a half hour she had the names off the collars and placed a long distance call to the name and number on the tags. It is some animal hospital in South Dakota. There was no answer, so she left a message. Patty assumed that whoever owned the dogs would want them back promptly so rather than just sit around and wait for the phone to ring, she decided to take them to our vet (Our vet? We don’t have any pets).

Patty asked if they would check to see if the dogs had a chip implant so that they could find the owner. The vet, Bouton’s Veterinary Hospital knows Patty by her first name and they know her heart. They agreed to take a look, for free.

Like most dogs, the setters were enthusiastic about going for a ride with Patty. They all got back a little while ago. The vet told Patty the breed name is actually German Shorthair Pointer. They have no implants but they both have a mild case of kennel cough and they both have a few fleas. Patty brought home some medicine, which the vet gave her for free, for the kennel cough and she is giving them a bath now to get rid of the fleas.

Patty is in a bit of a hurry though, because she still has a couple of elderly people and a sick person she wants to visit later today.

I love my wife. Is it any wonder?

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The Smartest Real Estate Investment

The Smartest Real Estate Investment

Did you know there is an investment that is virtually guaranteed to make a nice profit plus has the potential to return hundreds of times your original investment? Well, you need to hear about tax certificates.

You might have heard about John Beck. He sells a program called Free And Clear that teaches how to acquire tax certificates. He has a program is fairly good, but his customer service program is suspect Click here. I am not particularly endorsing Beck but I know that tax certificates can be great investments

Here is how it works. When a property owner fails to pay his property taxes the County Assessor or a similar official schedules a time to sell the tax debt to an investor. Nearly every county in the country has tax certificates in one form or another. There are several different ways to handle the details.

Weld County in Colorado had several hundred certificates and slightly fewer registered investors. I won a certificate for a middle class home and a vacant lot. They cost $900 and $120 respectively. At another sale, in Jefferson County, there were a thousand bidders for several hundred certificates so a lot of them sold for a 5% premium. I didn’t buy any.

After the auction the owner decides if he wants to keep his property, in which case he simply pays back the investor with a reasonable profit, but if he does not catch up to his responsiblity the certificate owner can end up with the property. About one in a thousand ends up going to the investor. Some out of the way counties have tax certificates that did not sell at action so investors can buy them on line.

The tax lien certificates are a good investment. I suggest you get on line and research the specific requirements for the counties you like, but do it soon becasue the sales usually take place in the fall.

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HAPPY times for Fido and Mittens

HAPPY times for Fido and Mittens

In these toxic political times, Representative Thaddeus McCotter, Republican from Michigan, has introduced the HAPPY Act. Humanity and Pets Partnered Throughout the Years is an idea that we ought to all be able to embrace. As part of the bill Congress has recognized that 63% of us have pets.

The congressman’s objective is to encourage people to take better care of their pets. The plan is to offer up to $3,500 per household in new tax deductions for the costs to spay or neuter pets as well as providing the medical treatment that the hairy little friends need. To see an interview with the congressman by PopModal go here.

During tough economic times and whenever there is a major catastrophe, such as Hurricane Katrina, struggling families can be forced to cut back on the veterinarian care their pets need. Furthermore, the pet shelters find themselves stuffed with lonely 4-legged critters. At the present moment Petfinders alone has 321,000 abandoned dogs and cats. One can only imagine how many thousands of them are put to sleep each year.

There are all sorts of Animal rights groups in support of this idea, including The American Pet Products Association. To see a copy of the bill go to Paw Print Post.

Now if Congress could only inject the same wisdom in the Medical Delivery system for the rest of us.

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Suzanna’s Smile

Suzanna’s Smile

If you are like me, you occasionally hear about an act of kindness that touches your heart, but once in a while the people involved impress you so much that you think others ought to hear about it. Such is the case of Suzanna and Bob.

Bob is a close friend of mine, well into his 70’s. About a year ago, he was doing some home repairs when he took a nasty fall and messed up his knee. The injury left Bob in a wheelchair, with a knee brace, for several months. As part of Bob’s recovery, a therapist dropped by his apartment every few days to check in on him and help him get back on his feet. The therapist, Suzanna, was in her thirties and had three teenage daughters plus a very young son.

Since Bob is a single fellow, he looked forward to Suzanna’s company and she always cheered him up, but there was a small problem. Most of Suzanna's front teeth were missing, so she was a bit self-conscious. Naturally, Bob noticed her toothless smile, but his own good manners prevented him from discussing the matter. Then one day, the special lady told Bob a horrible story.

As it turned out, a little over a year earlier, Suzanna was raped by a complete stranger. To make matters worse he beat her mercilessly and among other things he knocked out nearly all of her front teeth. It took her months to recover from all of the physical damage and the psychological damage may never go away. Suzanna is a single working mom and she did not have insurance to replace her teeth. The police never have caught Suzanna’s rapist. Many of them never serve time at all.

Naturally, no woman would want to look at herself in a mirror that way and be reminded over and over again of the worse day in her life, but Suzanna had kids to feed. There was no time for low self-esteem or pity. She had to get back to work.

Bob was impressed by Suzanna’s grit and he held extra appreciation for all of her kindness toward him; especially considering what she had been through. It was at that time that Bob took up a personal mission. He started calling anybody and everybody he could think of for ideas. My wife, Patty, has always been a care giver so she was among the folks who Bob called. He called dental schools and charities in search of some help. Bob pursued every lead and eventually found some people who would help restore Suzanna’s smile.

A few more months have passed and today Bob and Patty and I went to breakfast. It was there that Bob announced that Suzanna dropped by his apartment last night with a new and beautiful smile. They shared a hug or two and each one realized how much the other had meant in their lives. She told Bob that she has gone back to school.

Bob was especially touched by Suzanna’s renewed self esteem. She even told Bob that she was going on a date with a new fellow she has met and she boasted of how well her young son is doing: a son who is the byproduct of that horrible night in her life.

As I listened to Bob explain the outcome, I marveled at these two people.

Very few people would have held it against Suzanna if she would have elected to get an abortion. Even strong pro-life proponents are known to make allowances for incest and rape. Most people would have admired her if she would have carried the baby to term then put him up for adoption with somebody who is better suited to raise him. But Suzanna’s decision leaves me nearly dumbfounded.

I have never met Suzanna myself but her commitment to that baby makes me appreciate how strong a mother’s love can be. It makes me appreciate my own mother and other mothers as well.

I don’t know if Suzanna will ever tell her son about her ordeal, but even if he never does find out about that part of his mother’s life, I am certain this exceptional mother (and others like her) will have a front row on a bus to heaven some day.

As far as my dear friend, Bob, is concerned I could not be prouder of him. He singlehandedly resurrected the life of a most deserving woman. From now on when people look at Suzanna they will see a woman with renewed self-esteem.

But, nobody will get more pleasure than Bob whenever he sees Suzanna’s Smile.

My deepest respect goes out to you both.

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