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Weekly Photo Challenge: Wall

For more of this week’s photo challenge, wall, check out The Daily Post.

Below are pictures from my 2001 Navy deployment, on the USS George Washington CVN73. The locations are in the description of the picture. It starts in Crete, then Portugal, onto Naples, then to Rome.

For more of my deployment pictures that I have shared on my blog, click here.


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Weekly Photo Challenge: Symmetry

This weeks photo challenge is symmetry.

Symmetry comes from a Greek word meaning to ‘come together’. The definition of symmetry is, pleasingly proportionate; the quality of made up parts that are similar to one another around an axis or that are opposite of one another.

More photos from my navy deployment. Enjoy!

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A New Year’s Day tragedy

Wednesday was a sad day as we said our finally goodbyes to our preacher, David Harris, and his ten year old granddaughter. On the evening of the 1st of January 2013, David Harris and his family were on their way home from picking up a family member at the airport. They had slowed down on the interstate due to a traffic accident ahead of them. What they didn’t know was that they were going to be involved in an additional traffic accident, though it would be fatal.

Another car came up from behind, speeding and not paying attention, rear ended the Harris family, causing their car to spin and hit another car. David Harris had passed away an hour later after arriving at the hospital, while his ten year old daughter passed away a few hours later. Four other family members in the car were okay to critical condition.

When my grandmother received the email the night of the accident, telling me that brother David had passed away, I was shocked, I couldn’t believe it. She literally had to show me the email as if to verify what she was saying was indeed fact.

In a way, he reminded me of my grandpa, who was also a southern Baptist preacher. I had a lot of respect for him and a certain kind of love for him that everyone else had as well. He wasn’t the fire and brimstone type, but a man who delivered his sermons in a way that had me understand the word, had me understand the Lord better, had me understand the Bible better, and he also added a few jokes and humorous stories that always had you laughing; you always left the church still thinking about his word and his message. I can say it was through him that helped me find God and understand his message than all the other churches I’ve visited.

He wasn’t just a great preacher; he was also a wonderful person. My grandparents have been members of his church for years and I remember him coming to visit my grandfather, many times when he couldn’t leave the house to go to church. I have been attending his church with my grandmother for the past few years now. I vaguely remember attending there a few times when I was very little. He will be greatly missed and I know church won’t be the same without him.

Firefighter Down

My Grandma always reads the newspaper from front to back, every article, so nothing slips her attention. If she sees something that she knows I’m interested in, she’ll either sit it in front of my chair at the kitchen table, which is next to the high chair of course, or if I’m already in the kitchen she’ll tell me about it.

There was an article in the paper the other day about a firefighter that is fighting a battle of a different kind. A battle she and I are quite familiar with in our family. He has stage 4 colon cancer and has been fighting it for over a year now. The newspaper went on to say what a year he’s had with this cancer. The doctors have removed 75% of the tumors and he has been on chemo. He says that he plans to go back to work for the Fire Department at the end of the year.

His church had a silent auction yesterday and all the proceeds went to him. Grandma and I decided to go see what all they had. There were many craft items that caught her attention, especially this one quilt. She got to talking to the lady who handmade it herself. She had sewn bible scriptures in it and it was adorned in fall colors (my favorite colors). It was beautiful to see in person as it was the first item you would see when you walked in the room.

I pushed my daughter around the room, looking at the other items. There were several jewelry pieces, a few wreaths, a vase, photo frames with gift certificates, there was a gift certificate to a cake decorating place, many paintings, and a few other gift certificates. I bid on a Mary Kay basket I saw.  The thing about a silent auction is, you write your name and number down on a piece of paper and how much you bid. You never know who will come behind you and write their name down and place a higher bid, outbidding you.

I was surprised though when I was called the next day and told that I won my item. Not only that, but I had won the quilt my grandmother was looking at thoroughly all night. She and I had both put our names in the raffle. I’m really proud of that quilt and so is she. The lady who made the quilt was the one who dropped it off. Both Grandma and I had to tell her we loved the quilt.

She asked us if we knew the firefighter, Gavin Wright, and if that was why we were at the silent auction. Grandma said no, neither of us knew him. Both, she and I, have a place in our hearts for firefighters and always will. Grandma’s husband, my grandpa was a firefighter. He and a few others started the Bryant Fire Department. He retired from the Fire Department in 1997. I had a little hand in firefighting when I was in the Navy. I also have friends and relatives on the Fire Department. Every year around the holidays my Grandma and I make a huge container of homemade baked goodies and take over to the Fire Department. She has really appreciated their help during the time my Grandpa was sick. It makes their day to get homemade goodies when they’re at work, instead of spending the holidays with their family.