Joe, I am so happy that you have this wonderful opportunity to share your/our story with others. It's somewhat surreal to be communicating with you via e-mail. Reading your words feels me anew with gratitude that I was blessed to share my life with you. To all who read this...Joe Gaillard is a wonderful man. He loves and cares for his family. He was a wonderful husband, and our children are proof of the fact that he is a loving and supportive father. Joe has always been a hard-working man, and his hard work afforded us the luxury that I could be a stay-at-home wife and mother...my dream come true. For anyone who believes that "THIS couldn't happen to MY family", again, we are proof that it can. But we are also proof that "love endures all things". I am looking forward to your next post. I love you. Shannon
The openness and honesty of these words from your heart moves me. Never allow anyone to silence this. Two heads is not a freak! Two heads have twice the wisdom and twice the knowledge! Anyone trying to convince you otherwise is merely attempting to control you! You know your own feelings. Never let anyone convince you otherwise.
Independence is the ability to do what is right when everyone else has chosen differently. Independence is the right to stand up for your beliefs. Independence allows you to stand firm when the crowd has chosen to jump off the cliff. Independence allows you to make the jump of faith that you've made. Independence is a right reserved only for those who've decided not to alter or deny another's independence!
“Marriage is that relation between man and woman in which the independence is equal, the dependence mutual and the obligation reciprocal.” Louis K. Anspacher
My class and I were wondering if you could draw us a picture of Cruella DeVil from the 101 Dalmatians. We really appreciate your artwork and it would be great if you could draw us a picture and tell us a little more about your experiences at the different prisons.
frances, your wisdom and words always amaze me. however, one word that you should remove from your vocabulary is "independant".when you continue to act independant of your husband,it does things to a relationship too numerous to list on this format.he is the head of household. theres only one head. anything with two heads is a freak.anything with no head is dead.i love you madly.don't allow people outside your relationship interject anything that will cause doubt between what was given. nashi
Then, came the extraordinary. It was Friday night. The last night of our camp and of all camps for the season. The staff had packed everything up and was preparing to close the camp for the year. We would all be departing the next day.
That night, Ryker's health dramatically fell. As we walked back to our camp from the closing campfire at about 10pm, he put his arm around me, then slumped into my arms. I nervously picked him up and carried him the rest of the way. I knew something was wrong since he couldn't even walk. I put him in a camp chair next to the fire with a blanket, but he wasn't doing well. He started to shiver and wouldn't respond to our questions of concern.
Since everything was packed up, including the medical clinic, and it was 11pm by now, I thought, "If only I could somehow contact Dakota for help. He would know what to do and perhaps has some equipment to diagnose Ryker's ailment." A silent prayer of help to Heavenly Father from Ryker's earthly father followed. I prayed for some way to contact Dakota. Surely he was asleep and I felt I might disturb him for nothing otherwise.
Not one minute later, Dakota strolled up to our camp, strumming his Ukelele. I began to silently cry as he noticed Ryker. He said, "Ryker doesn't look too good, does he? Let's get him up to the clinic. We'll unpack stuff and do whatever we need to get him better." My prayer was instantly answered and Dakota did for Ryker what I couldn't. We got some medicine in him and he recovered within a few hours. A blessing followed by me, Dakota, the bishop (who had arrived earlier that day), and my asst scoutmaster.
Dakota was now hero status to us all and we've had a great relationship with him since camp, playing soccer and attending his farewell. I've cried recounting that experience each time and really enjoyed meeting his family. I thanked his parents for raising such a kid. His dad and I wept as I told the story at their home.
What a great testimony builder for me on the power of prayer. Heavenly Father does know us, is watching out for us, and hears/answers our prayers. I have no doubt all your ancestors are cheering you on, even now, for a full recovery. Of course, there are lots of us on earth, too!
Anyway, thanks for letting me share that story. It's important to me and had permanent impact. I'd love for you to meet him some day.
I'm really enjoying working with the scouts. What better calling is there, where you can go camping and get "church credit!" Yesterday, we got to shoot M4s, AK-47s, and 9mm pistols. The Ak was my favorite. I was able to really knock things down!
Well, here's to you, m'boy! May you also find warmth and comfort where none otherwise exists.
Thanks for remembering Bear Lake. It was amazing. The troop got honor troop for accomplishing lots of things: camp inspection, meeting attendance, roll calls, flag ceremonies, merit badges, behavior, etc.
I organized a team cheer that imitated several members of the staff in an amusing skit. They loved it and all voted it the best of the week. Funny times.
Ryker went up to camp initially with a fever, though, and fought illness the entire week. Some days were better than others. He was up and down health-wise. I really felt sorry for him, but had to just encourage him to tough it out. I had to focus on ALL the boys. It broke my heart to not be able to just take care of him.
However, there was this awesome camp counselor up there named Dakota who was an EMT, Eagle Scout, and hero. He'd been honored by saving someone's life even. He received his mission call to Brazil and just left a few weeks ago actually. Anyway, he taught First Aid, was the camp's 'doctor,' and helped with rank advancements. His enthusiasm and energy was only matched by his willingness to serve the boys and great personality.
He took Ryker and another boy out for a day a did for them in a few hours what it would have taken me several months to do on my own. I was so grateful for his influence on them, both as scouts and young men. He had become a great example. I couldn't thank him enough.
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Independence is the ability to do what is right when everyone else has chosen differently. Independence is the right to stand up for your beliefs. Independence allows you to stand firm when the crowd has chosen to jump off the cliff. Independence allows you to make the jump of faith that you've made. Independence is a right reserved only for those who've decided not to alter or deny another's independence!
“Marriage is that relation between man and woman in which the independence is equal, the dependence mutual and the obligation reciprocal.”
Louis K. Anspacher
My class and I were wondering if you could draw us a picture of Cruella DeVil from the 101 Dalmatians. We really appreciate your artwork and it would be great if you could draw us a picture and tell us a little more about your experiences at the different prisons.
Thanks!
FSP101
Her full name is Taylor Alison Swift.
There are multiple addresses for the Communist Party USA, here are two:
Communist Party of Eastern Pennsylvania & Delaware
4515 Baltimore
Philadelphia, PA 19143
Tel: 215-222-8895
Fax: 215-222-8895
Email: epa@cpusa.org
Communist Party of Illinois
3339 S. Halsted
Chicago, IL 60608
Tel: 773-446-9930
Fax: 773-446-9928
Email: il@cpusa.org
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Socialist Party USA
339 Lafayette St. #303 New York, NY 10012
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Mailing Address
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Then, came the extraordinary. It was Friday night. The last night of our camp and of all camps for the season. The staff had packed everything up and was preparing to close the camp for the year. We would all be departing the next day.
That night, Ryker's health dramatically fell. As we walked back to our camp from the closing campfire at about 10pm, he put his arm around me, then slumped into my arms. I nervously picked him up and carried him the rest of the way. I knew something was wrong since he couldn't even walk. I put him in a camp chair next to the fire with a blanket, but he wasn't doing well. He started to shiver and wouldn't respond to our questions of concern.
Since everything was packed up, including the medical clinic, and it was 11pm by now, I thought, "If only I could somehow contact Dakota for help. He would know what to do and perhaps has some equipment to diagnose Ryker's ailment." A silent prayer of help to Heavenly Father from Ryker's earthly father followed. I prayed for some way to contact Dakota. Surely he was asleep and I felt I might disturb him for nothing otherwise.
Not one minute later, Dakota strolled up to our camp, strumming his Ukelele. I began to silently cry as he noticed Ryker. He said, "Ryker doesn't look too good, does he? Let's get him up to the clinic. We'll unpack stuff and do whatever we need to get him better." My prayer was instantly answered and Dakota did for Ryker what I couldn't. We got some medicine in him and he recovered within a few hours. A blessing followed by me, Dakota, the bishop (who had arrived earlier that day), and my asst scoutmaster.
Dakota was now hero status to us all and we've had a great relationship with him since camp, playing soccer and attending his farewell. I've cried recounting that experience each time and really enjoyed meeting his family. I thanked his parents for raising such a kid. His dad and I wept as I told the story at their home.
What a great testimony builder for me on the power of prayer. Heavenly Father does know us, is watching out for us, and hears/answers our prayers. I have no doubt all your ancestors are cheering you on, even now, for a full recovery. Of course, there are lots of us on earth, too!
Anyway, thanks for letting me share that story. It's important to me and had permanent impact. I'd love for you to meet him some day.
I'm really enjoying working with the scouts. What better calling is there, where you can go camping and get "church credit!" Yesterday, we got to shoot M4s, AK-47s, and 9mm pistols. The Ak was my favorite. I was able to really knock things down!
Well, here's to you, m'boy! May you also find warmth and comfort where none otherwise exists.
Donn Ho
Thanks for remembering Bear Lake. It was amazing. The troop got honor troop for accomplishing lots of things: camp inspection, meeting attendance, roll calls, flag ceremonies, merit badges, behavior, etc.
I organized a team cheer that imitated several members of the staff in an amusing skit. They loved it and all voted it the best of the week. Funny times.
Ryker went up to camp initially with a fever, though, and fought illness the entire week. Some days were better than others. He was up and down health-wise. I really felt sorry for him, but had to just encourage him to tough it out. I had to focus on ALL the boys. It broke my heart to not be able to just take care of him.
However, there was this awesome camp counselor up there named Dakota who was an EMT, Eagle Scout, and hero. He'd been honored by saving someone's life even. He received his mission call to Brazil and just left a few weeks ago actually. Anyway, he taught First Aid, was the camp's 'doctor,' and helped with rank advancements. His enthusiasm and energy was only matched by his willingness to serve the boys and great personality.
He took Ryker and another boy out for a day a did for them in a few hours what it would have taken me several months to do on my own. I was so grateful for his influence on them, both as scouts and young men. He had become a great example. I couldn't thank him enough.
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