Sign of the Times

Well, the hospital area in which I work has now joined the ranks of "enter by metal detector". Do I work in a jail, you ask? No, not any more, I left because for one thing, it was getting too dangerous, and they were only teenagers. Do I work in an Emergency Room? No, never have, and really don't ever want to. I've heard stories of gangsters coming back to finish what they started; and, really, it's just not my thing. So where do I work, you must be thinking? What high level, intense area must this be that people might feel the need to come visit armed and looking for trouble?
Well, let me give you a hint.
Diapers, burp cloths, and frequent flying storks. Thankfully, the dangerous area is down the hall, and I'm in my own little alcove in the neonatal icu or I might have to start wearing camouflage.




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What is Greatness?

Thinking on those who've gone before me in the tapestry of time, each with their own unique story, I often think, well, what were they thinking? Most likely, given human behaviour, they were thinking some of the same things when you or I meet with adversity, challenge....A mix of 'oh, no, can I get through this?' using perhaps different words, or 'let's conquer this challenge'. But, really, what in your opinion makes a person great?


"Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them".
- Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene V).

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American Dream, part 2

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American Dream, Part 2

Some time in the year 1651, a young lad of about 16yrs, from Inverness-shire, was fighting alongside his clansmen in one of the many battles in the long history of Scotland. The Scots lost this battle to Cromwell, and as prisoners of war, especially of the time, they were not treated well. One cannot put into words the suffering these men endured. Facing possible execution, the Highlanders were marched through the streets,"All of them [were] stript, many of them cutt, some without stockings or shoes and scarce so much left upon them as to cover their nakedness, eating peas and handful of straw in their hands which they had pulled upon the fields as they passed." These men were not executed, however, but transported to the New World as prisoners of war. Bloodied by battle, and enduring severe physical discomfort, they were also mourning the loss of friends and brothers, separated possibly forever from their wives, children, and families. Facing the unknown of what harshness lay ahead, one can only imagine what they must have been feeling.

These indentured men, slaves in body but not in mind, would become a thread in the weave of a tapestry that few could imagine. Recorded history allows us to see such an unfolding of events, if one chooses to look. Is this the act of Providence and some unseen hand, or merely the random occurence of events built one on top of the other with no one at the conductor's place? For you see, this young lad was William Bean. A name amongst many other names, all important in their own way. Each with a life's purpose; their many stories lost to time. The importance of William Bean became perhaps known to the pages of history on account of another name, a man named Daniel Boone, who wished to see the other side of a mountain. The man who went with him, and who decided to live on the other side of the mountain in what is now Eastern Tennessee, was none other than William Bean, a decendent of the William Bean of Inverness-shire. The young lad who was indentured, became free of body and established himself well in the new land as had many others. His descendant, William Bean, established the first settlement in the Watauga valley; and, also established himself into the history books. He soon was joined by his family and friends. They made peace with the Natives in the area, and lived free from government intrusion, free to worship without recourse, free to take hold of opportunity and reap the reward of their labor. Until, that is, the government saw fit to disturb them.

"There is no security on this earth, there is only opportunity."
-Gen. Douglas MacArthur

(The tune is a slow Scottish air, and credit. Music often influences words, and sets a mood. I hope to write a bit on the American dream from a historical perspective, from my family's perspective, and from first accounts from people I've talked with. I'm only an amateur writer and historian, so please bear with me in this exploration of thought. Critique, though uncomfortable at times, is always permitted from my blog friends.)



Credit: maurteenderry, youtube
Traditional air "Archibald MadDonald of Kepoch"

The American Dream, Part One

"When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation. We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all Men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness--That to secure these Rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just Powers from the the Consent of the Governed, that whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive to these Ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such Principles and and organizing its Powers in such Form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness."
-Introduction, Declaration of Independence