Sometimes I worry what to write about for Cowpies. Sometimes
I just...worry...this is one of those times. This past week when
I called New York or Washington, D.C. for info and news on my program, I've noticed
a different attitude from some of the folks I work with. They're...uneasy, worried
and yes...a li'l scared. They live in the hub of "what's going on" politically
and...they are in the "target zone". Many have said to me they worry about another
terrorist attack whether it's at the subway station or the airports. They worry
about the congestion and huge masses of people where they work and
what they would do or try to do if the unthinkable happened
again. We all should worry...we all should have a "plan". Where
would you go, where would you "hide", what would you take with you and what
would you do? Where would you get your food and water?...what about your
daily medications...Do your family members know where you'll be so they can
join "forces" with you? What if it's freezing, cold outside, do you have a generator
to at least run a power source for heat? Do you have propane to cook some meals?
Do you have some extra cash stored away to purchase gas or any other necessities.
Do you have a weapon for security and enough ammo to see that you and your family
do not fall prey to evil doers? Do you have some gas or diesel to
put in your car or pickup to make certain you'll get to a point of destination?
Maybe you should put some warm clothes and some extra meds in a "hurry up" bag along
with a flashlight and a small first aid kit....There was a country song by Hank
Williams, Jr. that states the obvious for all of us... "Country Boys Can
Survive" and we can if we plan ahead. I honestly feel that we will have
to employ our survival skills at some point in the future, whether caused by a huge
power grid outage or a terrorist attack....some will scoff at this...others
of you will agree. Me?? I'm ready...have been for a long time. I honestly feel
that Deanne and I have a mindset ready to go if and when the occasion arises...I
urge you to do the same.
I hate all day meetings. I hate sitting at a table and listening to speakers
drone on and on about what I should be doing to do a better job. I
look forward to the 10 minute breaks so that I can "try" to stand up and walk to
the restroom on legs that are screaming in pain from immobility. That first step
towards the men's room is so pain filled that you ALMOST
don't have to go anymore....ooooh! You finally make it to the restroom and
take care of business, then stand at the sink and splash icy cold water on your
face and neck, hoping you'll wake up to sit through another
2 hour session....Oh, Lord, help me!!!....Then they ring the darn bell signaling
all of us back to the "Torture Chamber". It didn't take 10 minutes for my mind
to warn my body - - we're going to sleep! I tried to be cool, I tried to position
myself so that if sleep closed my eyes....I wouldn't fall off my chair or my head
would not bounce off the table. The first couple of "nods" I thought I handled
very well...I just shifted position and acted nonchalant. The 4th nod lasted longer
and involved my head hitting my chest and drool to start frothing at the corner
of my mouth. This one was harder to cover from my classmates as I sat up like someone
had hotshotted me and I snorted thru my nose which gave a clear indication to others
around me that I had fallen into a blissful rest. I tried to act like all was well,
but the kink in my neck and wet, drooled shirt was a dead give away! The instructor
kept looking at me like I was some "sleep deprived pervert" and in just moments
I felt myself f a l l i n g b a c k t o s l u m b e r!.... "Mr. Bell!",
said the instructor, "What do you think???"...about what?..my mind
raced for an answer! The price of tea in Taiwan or how often to clean out the cat
box??? How the heck did I know what she wanted for an answer! I'm 66, I was tired
and I was sleeping in a "class" - leave me alone...Ask the 30 year old next
to me...oh good...he's sleeping, too!
Don't forget Dr-History.com! Exciting episodes of the old West!!
God Bless America!
Our Pledge
of Allegiance:
I pledge Allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America
and to the Republic for which it stands,
one nation under God, indivisible,
with Liberty and Justice for all.
Dear Lord: Please Bless and heal this land with your grace and power.
Help us to realize YOU are in charge as you were, as you are
now and like
you'll be in the future. Forgive us for "straying off the trail" of what's
right
and what's wrong and help us to appreciate what you've blessed us with,
the greatest Country in the world...America!
In Jesus Name.....Amen
Look up 2nd Peter Chapter 3 verse 10
GOD BLESS THE USA!
(Copyright Zeb Bell)
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Adios Buckaroos and Buckarettes!
God Bless and Fly the Flag!!
Zeb at the Ranch
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