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buksoon
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When my grandfather came to this country, it was a kind of fleeing in the miiddle of the night. They were Russian Jews, and the gestapo was coming with the Pogroms.
He was a baby and had chicken pox. No contaminant persons were allowed on the boat. So my great-granny wrapped in cloth, put on her best "I'm just silly in-bred peasant" act and convinced the officials it was not a baby but a sack of flour.
I like that resourcefulness, and the way she knew that she needed these men to underestimate her for her plan to work.
A good lesson.
Also: Air Force Colonel Gail Halvorsen, aka "the Candy Bomber." I've been obsessed with him lately. He was one of the pilots during the Berlin Airlift. They dropped coal, oil, meats and flour, to the war-devastate people of West Berlin.
Halvorsen noticed one day all the children watching from below as he made the drops. He made a deal with them. If they promised to SHARE, he would drop candy for them.
So he worked all day and night makng parachutes of bed sheets and Air Force - issued boxer shorts, anthing. And attached candy. And it became this massive grass roots thing in the Airlift: Coal, oil, meat, flour ... and Baby Ruths flying down on tiny boxer-short parachutes.
(You never knew the Air Force guys truly did go "Commando." 
)
It was just pure kindness, just humanity.
The cutest stories come from it! Little kids sent "the Candy Bomber" aerial maps to their homes. One boy, who never got the candy, said: "You're a pilot. I sent you a map. How'd you win the war anyway?" How funny is that!
So many others are my idols. It's too many....
When my grandfather came to this country, it was a kind of fleeing in the miiddle of the night. They were Russian Jews, and the gestapo was coming with the Pogroms.
He was a baby and had chicken pox. No contaminant persons were allowed on the boat. So my great-granny wrapped in cloth, put on her best "I'm just silly in-bred peasant" act and convinced the officials it was not a baby but a sack of flour.
I like that resourcefulness, and the way she knew that she needed these men to underestimate her for her plan to work.
A good lesson.
Also: Air Force Colonel Gail Halvorsen, aka "the Candy Bomber." I've been obsessed with him lately. He was one of the pilots during the Berlin Airlift. They dropped coal, oil, meats and flour, to the war-devastate people of West Berlin.
Halvorsen noticed one day all the children watching from below as he made the drops. He made a deal with them. If they promised to SHARE, he would drop candy for them.
So he worked all day and night makng parachutes of bed sheets and Air Force - issued boxer shorts, anthing. And attached candy. And it became this massive grass roots thing in the Airlift: Coal, oil, meat, flour ... and Baby Ruths flying down on tiny boxer-short parachutes.
(You never knew the Air Force guys truly did go "Commando." )It was just pure kindness, just humanity.
The cutest stories come from it! Little kids sent "the Candy Bomber" aerial maps to their homes. One boy, who never got the candy, said: "You're a pilot. I sent you a map. How'd you win the war anyway?" How funny is that!
So many others are my idols. It's too many....
Rex
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My father: If I turn out anything close to the man he is, then I'll be a great person. Awesome family man.
My grandfather: I didn't have much time to get to know him. He died when I was 4, but from what I hear my dad is a lot like him. My grandfather was diagnosed w/ cancer, he made peace w/ the fact that he was going to die, set up the paper work so that my grandmother was set financially and he left them no burden. Awesome family man.
Bill Gaurnere of Easy Company: I met him while I was working one day in Philly. We talked for a little while. and after learning that he lost his leg while saving his friend in combat I was and still am in complete awe of the man.
My grandfather: I didn't have much time to get to know him. He died when I was 4, but from what I hear my dad is a lot like him. My grandfather was diagnosed w/ cancer, he made peace w/ the fact that he was going to die, set up the paper work so that my grandmother was set financially and he left them no burden. Awesome family man.
Bill Gaurnere of Easy Company: I met him while I was working one day in Philly. We talked for a little while. and after learning that he lost his leg while saving his friend in combat I was and still am in complete awe of the man.
Well, there would be two that come to mind.
1) My father, for the way he lived his life.
He was always ready to help others out, no matter
who they were. He knew there was a difference between
right and wrong, but he didn't condemn someone for making
a mistake. He treated people with respect, and they returned
the favor.
2) Cathy, a friend of mine, who passed away from cancer five years
ago. She taught me a lot about living life to the fullest every
day. There were days where I knew she was in pain, yet she
would want to go out and do something to make her smile.
Days she would make me take her to the park, or the zoo,
just anyplace where she could be "normal". When I would
get to feeling bad for her, she would be the one trying to
cheer me up. She had a zest for life that makes me smile
when I think of her. I remember her smile, the perfume she
wore, the way she laughed, the way she cried when she
thought I wasn't looking. I remember it all, sometimes it makes
me smile, other times it brings a tear to my eyes.
I also know that they are in a better place now, where there is
no more pain or suffering.
1) My father, for the way he lived his life.
He was always ready to help others out, no matter
who they were. He knew there was a difference between
right and wrong, but he didn't condemn someone for making
a mistake. He treated people with respect, and they returned
the favor.
2) Cathy, a friend of mine, who passed away from cancer five years
ago. She taught me a lot about living life to the fullest every
day. There were days where I knew she was in pain, yet she
would want to go out and do something to make her smile.
Days she would make me take her to the park, or the zoo,
just anyplace where she could be "normal". When I would
get to feeling bad for her, she would be the one trying to
cheer me up. She had a zest for life that makes me smile
when I think of her. I remember her smile, the perfume she
wore, the way she laughed, the way she cried when she
thought I wasn't looking. I remember it all, sometimes it makes
me smile, other times it brings a tear to my eyes.
I also know that they are in a better place now, where there is
no more pain or suffering.
TxCollegeguy
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Speaking of the Berlin Airlift one of the pilots that was shot down with my grandfather flew many times during that.
If anyone is interested he has a book called Flying with Father
written by Robert(?) Schmidt(sp?)
I remember his last name for sure but am a little fuzzy about his first name
If anyone is interested he has a book called Flying with Father
written by Robert(?) Schmidt(sp?)
I remember his last name for sure but am a little fuzzy about his first name
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buksoon
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Lately thinking about Giles Corey. He's an idol from when I was a kid. Just started thinking of him again.
During the Salem Witch Trials, he was this old man (80-something--absurdly old for the time I imagine). If you were accused of being a witch or warlock back then, the way to exonerate yourself was to accuse someone else. The way to save yourself was to deeply screw over someone else.
Giles Corey wouldn't have it. Would not participate. So he was sentenced to die by "en peine fort et dure" which literally means "punishment severe and hard" and refers to the old practice of PRESSING PEOPLE TO DEATH. Putting on heavy objects on their chests and letting them die slowly--over the course of days--as their lungs implode.
So they're putting the rocks on Giles Corey's 80-year-old body. He's naked, by the way. In front of all his neighbors harassing him, abusing him, he's naked.
And when they put the final rock on him, the magistrate asked: "Do you have anything you want to SAY (hint, hint)?" He was giving him a chance to accuse someone and therefore save himself!
And Giles said: "Yeah, I got something to say." And he beckoned the magistrate closer and said: "MORE ROCKS."
Fuck yeah! I just love that crazy old man.
buksoon said:When my grandfather came to this country, it was a kind of fleeing in the miiddle of the night. They were Russian Jews, and the gestapo was coming with the Pogroms.
He was a baby and had chicken pox. No contaminant persons were allowed on the boat. So my great-granny wrapped in cloth, put on her best "I'm just silly in-bred peasant" act and convinced the officials it was not a baby but a sack of flour.
I like that resourcefulness, and the way she knew that she needed these men to underestimate her for her plan to work.
A good lesson.
Also: Air Force Colonel Gail Halvorsen, aka "the Candy Bomber." I've been obsessed with him lately. He was one of the pilots during the Berlin Airlift. They dropped coal, oil, meats and flour, to the war-devastate people of West Berlin.
Halvorsen noticed one day all the children watching from below as he made the drops. He made a deal with them. If they promised to SHARE, he would drop candy for them.
So he worked all day and night makng parachutes of bed sheets and Air Force - issued boxer shorts, anthing. And attached candy. And it became this massive grass roots thing in the Airlift: Coal, oil, meat, flour ... and Baby Ruths flying down on tiny boxer-short parachutes.
It was just pure kindness, just humanity.
The cutest stories come from it! Little kids sent "the Candy Bomber" aerial maps to their homes. One boy, who never got the candy, said: "You're a pilot. I sent you a map. How'd you win the war anyway?" How funny is that!
So many others are my idols. It's too many....
Lately thinking about Giles Corey. He's an idol from when I was a kid. Just started thinking of him again.
During the Salem Witch Trials, he was this old man (80-something--absurdly old for the time I imagine). If you were accused of being a witch or warlock back then, the way to exonerate yourself was to accuse someone else. The way to save yourself was to deeply screw over someone else.
Giles Corey wouldn't have it. Would not participate. So he was sentenced to die by "en peine fort et dure" which literally means "punishment severe and hard" and refers to the old practice of PRESSING PEOPLE TO DEATH. Putting on heavy objects on their chests and letting them die slowly--over the course of days--as their lungs implode.
So they're putting the rocks on Giles Corey's 80-year-old body. He's naked, by the way. In front of all his neighbors harassing him, abusing him, he's naked.
And when they put the final rock on him, the magistrate asked: "Do you have anything you want to SAY (hint, hint)?" He was giving him a chance to accuse someone and therefore save himself!
And Giles said: "Yeah, I got something to say." And he beckoned the magistrate closer and said: "MORE ROCKS."
Fuck yeah! I just love that crazy old man.
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Warik
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HE-MAN: THE MOST POWERFUL MAN IN THE UNIVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!
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Virtual Acid
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My mom is my idol... She thinks i hate her most of the time but i really dont.. I look up to her in every way possible... I'm so pround to be her daughter...
My mom is my idol... She thinks i hate her most of the time but i really dont.. I look up to her in every way possible... I'm so pround to be her daughter...
the nature boy
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it's a tie between:
Larry from 3's Company
or
dballer
Larry from 3's Company
or
dballer
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