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Carl Baydala's
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Christmas Message
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Merry Christmas
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Karen Lenihan
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and to all of my friends, relatives, and
other acquaintances as well....
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....I thought it might be useful on this Christmas Day to recapture for you my thoughts regarding an incident that occured on the job this past week. Here is a post that I did on karen lenihan's home page .
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I hope you will
find my sentiments and experience here useful. Here is a reproduction of those thoughts and the incident that I am referring to:
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....saw a rather gruesome scene on the job yesterday. I was coming out of a McDonald's right in downtown Vancouver at lunch time. As I was walking out of the store I heard a loud thunk. It was an accident, a person had been struck by a car just across the street from where I was standing. I missed viewing the actual impact, but as I looked over towards the alley I noticed how quickly people were responding to the person's plight. In less than a minute someone had phoned an ambulance while onlookers were placing their coats on the victim on the ground. I crossed the street as my work vehicle was parked in the lane where the vehicle who hit the person was located. I noticed that the victim was a young woman; blood was dripping off her head and her whole body was shaking. She was lying in the snow and ice in the middle of the street. I proceeded to walk to my vehicle. There was nothing that I could do of course as there were already many people helping to comfort the young woman. I thought of Karen as I witnessed this accident. She must deal with this kind of stuff all of the time. The blood and the pain and the whole works. She must be used to it and would most likely deal with this kind of thing in a very professional manner. It would just be part of her job, just like mine is delivering letters. It is just something you do. I jumped into my vehicle and got on with my job. I thought of this young woman and how life changes so quickly for us. Her Christmas would be ruined and her loved ones would be devastated. The only reason that I witnessed this gruesome scene is because I decided to leave the lineup that I was in inside the McDonald's store. I had to leave the lineup to perform my job, which was more important than feeding my gut and buying a coffee. And, this is what I experienced as a result of that decision....I know that this is not much of a Christmas present, me telling you a story like this. But, in a way, it is something to think about on Christmas. That is what Christmas should do anyway; it should make you stop and think just how lucky you are to be alive. Because being alive is something that you cannot always count on from one minute to the next...
....saw a rather gruesome scene on the job yesterday. I was coming out of a McDonald's right in downtown Vancouver at lunch time. As I was walking out of the store I heard a loud thunk. It was an accident, a person had been struck by a car just across the street from where I was standing. I missed viewing the actual impact, but as I looked over towards the alley I noticed how quickly people were responding to the person's plight. In less than a minute someone had phoned an ambulance while onlookers were placing their coats on the victim on the ground. I crossed the street as my work vehicle was parked in the lane where the vehicle who hit the person was located. I noticed that the victim was a young woman; blood was dripping off her head and her whole body was shaking. She was lying in the snow and ice in the middle of the street. I proceeded to walk to my vehicle. There was nothing that I could do of course as there were already many people helping to comfort the young woman. I thought of Karen as I witnessed this accident. She must deal with this kind of stuff all of the time. The blood and the pain and the whole works. She must be used to it and would most likely deal with this kind of thing in a very professional manner. It would just be part of her job, just like mine is delivering letters. It is just something you do. I jumped into my vehicle and got on with my job. I thought of this young woman and how life changes so quickly for us. Her Christmas would be ruined and her loved ones would be devastated. The only reason that I witnessed this gruesome scene is because I decided to leave the lineup that I was in inside the McDonald's store. I had to leave the lineup to perform my job, which was more important than feeding my gut and buying a coffee. And, this is what I experienced as a result of that decision....I know that this is not much of a Christmas present, me telling you a story like this. But, in a way, it is something to think about on Christmas. That is what Christmas should do anyway; it should make you stop and think just how lucky you are to be alive. Because being alive is something that you cannot always count on from one minute to the next...
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...remember, if there is a God, He or She might not necessarily love you. So, I think it is better to love yourself and maybe someone else as well. If you do this, at least you will be able to derive some meaning and purpose for this thing called life......
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..a note about Father Coughlin. I have only recently discovered this interesting public figure. He was wildly popular during his day and spoke out about the excesses of capitalism. Some criticize him as being anti-Semitic, and in fact, he was denied public access on account of his views. He denies his anti-Semitism and blames his critics for this obfuscation or misinterpretation of his views. If anything, he was against atheism, and hence his distaste for communism. He also concluded that the international bankers were atheists and supported Nazism over communism as a consequence. Think of this idea as a lesser of evils type of approach for the Father. This would most likely be the source of any possible anti-Semitism charge against him. But, in listening to the man I think you will find a sincere man interested in social justice, based upon the teachings of Jesus Christ. I think Father Coughlin is a timely figure for us, as we are now experiencing similar conditions ourselves as to what occurred in the thirties of the last century; we are entering depression-like conditions, and, as then, many fingers are pointing to the international bankers as a source of our problems. So, it is easy to understand the connection of something like the Federal Reserve Bank ( the Father criticized this institution ) and of its role as a cause of our current financial dilemma...
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