Category: Inspiration

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True Leaders

True Leaders

Reminds me of the punchline in the wide mouth frog joke!
(If you haven’t heard it, you’ll find it easily enough on the internet.)

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Hold The Line – Maintain Your Personal Integrity

The reason there is such an horrendous push on at present to get everyone to conform is not for any health benefit, it is because the truth is becoming more and more evident, the deaths and injuries from the “prevention” are becoming more widely known and the cases are being brought in the courts to prove the illegality of the actions mandated.
 
Hold the line! Maintain your personal and bodily integrity. Do not be coerced by a bully, no matter that the bully says they have the authority to bully you – they do not!
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GATE A-4

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Grab your tissues and read this!
How one woman helped to create, even if briefly and even if only for a few, the world most of us want to live in.

Isn’t this worth emulating?
Wandering around the Albuquerque Airport Terminal, after learning my flight had been delayed four hours, I heard an announcement: “If anyone in the vicinity of Gate A-4 understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately.” Well — one pauses these days. Gate A-4 was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian embroidered dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing. “Help,” said the flight agent. “Talk to her. What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be late and she did this.”
I stooped to put my arm around the woman and spoke haltingly.
“Shu-dow-a, Shu-bid-uck Habibti? Stani schway, Min fadlick, Shu-bit-se-wee?” The minute she heard any words she knew, however poorly used, she stopped crying. She thought the flight had been cancelled entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for major medical treatment the next day. I said, “No, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just later, who is picking you up? Let’s call him.”
We called her son, I spoke with him in English. I told him I would
stay with his mother till we got on the plane and ride next to
her. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just
for the fun of it. Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out of course they had ten shared friends. Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian poets I know and let them chat with her? This all took up two hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling of her life, patting my knee,
answering questions. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool
cookies — little powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts — from her bag — and was offering them to all the women at the gate. To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the mom from California, the lovely woman from Laredo — we were all covered with the same powdered sugar. And smiling.
There is no better cookie.
And then the airline broke out free apple juice from huge coolers and two little girls from our flight ran around serving it and they
were covered with powdered sugar, too. And I noticed my new best friend — by now we were holding hands — had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing, with green furry leaves. Such an old country tradition. Always carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and I thought, This is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person in that gate — once the crying of confusion stopped— seemed apprehensive about any other person. They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women, too.
This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost.
~ Naomi Shihab Nye
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My 3 Step Plan

S1 Q21 Critical Thinking

I have formulated a three step handling that is my best shot at bringing people up to speed so we can save them from harm and enjoy their shoulder to the wheel to reverse this insanity.

Step 1 points up the illogics in the government response. Hopefully the product is a person whose suspicians are confirmed that all is not as it seems.

The product of Step 2 is a person disabused of the illusion that the government operate in their best interests.

The product of Step 3 is a person who has certainty that Covid was a man interefered with virus and the response to it was a planned scam from beginning to end.

A tall ask I know, but ya gotta try! The soup we are in is getting might hot and this frog wants OUT!

https://www.tomgrimshaw.com/Covid_Education.html

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Simple Choice

This week I have had two long conversations with “last man standing” holdout girls, those who are the last one in their organisation/company to get the shot and being pressured to do so. Both were feeling alone, pressured and were wavering in their determination due to feeling so alone.
 
My question to them was this, “Based on all I have read/watched from doctors and scientists in the last 18 months, it comes down to a choice between taking the shot and knowing you will be dead within 3-5 years at the outside or leaving that job (I recommend not quitting but waiting till you are laid off) and looking for another job, which would you choose?)
 
I try to keep it simple and keep it true.