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Help YourSelf


On January 28, 2015 (aka: a year ago this week as I write), I died. And if you would like to know more details about that,  give a look here.

Subsequently, the last time I penned a note to this page was two months post my  resurrection...  not even half-way through what I have now (with hindsight) come to think of as my 'year of recovery' and which in some ways still feels daily like it has just begun.

I won't mince words... some of the challenges -- phantom pain, emotional tumult, dazed confusion and a sporadic sense of disequilibrium -- that challenged my stamina this past year were daunting.

At times I caught myself wondering if the agony was worth it... not that I wanted my life to end, but that I hurt... a lot... and sometimes I just wanted the pain to end.

Thankfully, all of those troubling sensations have now, for the most part, disappeared. I am feeling good, and fine, and happy, and well... except for one thing which I now must confess.

Before I do, however, I need to make it crystal clear that I am and shall forever shall be deeply appreciative of and thankful for the 'regular folks' who came to my immediate aid with heroic life-saving measures. This includes especially Senator Jon Woods (aka: the guy who CPR'd me) and Corporal John Watt of the Arkansas Capitol Police (aka: the guy who defibrillated me).

I owe them my life and am eternally thankful that they did what they did to revive me.

That said, I must confess that I have a (large) unresolved issue with the 'professional medical community' that took charge of my life at the moment the ambulance crew arrived and my hospitalization commenced.

Specifically, I feel very strongly that certain 'duty of care' obligations were grievously violated by people who should (and probably do) "know better" but are so caught-up in a tsunami of procedural bull-shit that they can no longer do their job... which is CARING for UNIQUE HUMAN BEINGS...

Being compassionate with family members; stating facts; telling the truth... but abstaining from browbeating anyone, ie:

"If you don't sign this paper and authorize us to do the  procedure that we think is best, you're gonna be responsible for your mom's death...!!!!"

And though I won't go into extended detail I will summarize my sentiments to say that, as reported in my medical records, my release from the hospital (against medical advice) was expedited when I, of my own volition, expressed that I felt like I was, at that point, "being held against my will."

Of course there is more to it than this, things relating to my initial diagnosis and how my care was managed while my grown-up children were being dunned to submit me to procedures that they knew -- because they KNOW me -- that I would NOT want... but the bottom line is that these circumstances have resulted in a dispute over how much I should be forced to pay for the 'health care services' that I got...

Anyway, that is the state of my affairs at the moment... all-in-all life being very good and feeling even better now that I've gotten that off of my chest... (((hugs))) ~Christine christine@gozarks.com

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The Declaration of Independence as codified for enactment by our 'we the people' government in the Constitution of the U.S.A. created a geographic bastion of sanity exempt from the obtuse regulation of 'peaceful assembly' or 'pursuit of happiness'...

In accordance with the covenants, liberties and duties vested in 'we the people' by the founders of our nation in their signing of these great documents:

"We hold these truths to be self-evident," that we are each "endowed with certain  unalienable Rights" which no man, agency, legislated policy or judicial due process has the authority to interdict or revoke and which, in fact, it is the 'duty' of the 'majority' to safeguard, preserve, secure and defend on behalf of ALL the PEOPLE...

Aka: NOT just the ones we 'like'...

Being a 'true American...'  Taking a stand for Liberty & Justice... Fighting the good fight... Rising to the cause...

All of it, in terms of the standards that 'we the people' are to hold ourselves accountable to, boils down to this one point:

As the standard-bearers of  the 'justice for all' banner, it is our duty to 'defend' the rights of each individual to be whoever they choose to be, so long as their conduct is peaceful and does no harm.

And we have s profound duty to discriminate between what constitutes legitimate harm -and- and what we (personally) may find morally abhorrent because to secure the blessing of liberty for all, Lady Justice *must* be 'blind' to all such prejudicial belief, respectful of those 'imbued rights' of each individual to peacefully assemble with whosoever they wish and pursue any sort of conduct that leaves others free from harm and makes them happy.

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You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.
~Buckminster Fuller

As some of you already know, in July of 2014, friend and professional colleague Robert Kim Combs and I founded a new publication...!!!

Called Help YourSelf, the moniker is indeed a double entendre, grounded in the overarching purpose of the publication: to convey useful information about various community resources and programs that empower folks to "help themselves" with knowledge and become productive members of a thriving community.

Our first (and so far only) print edition (20,000 copies) of this 24-pg full color newspaper went into distribution throughout Pulaski County, Arkansas during October, November & December of 2014.

Then in January of 2015, as we were putting together our second edition, I died (see column at left), and things have been in (as my partner in publishing calls it) 'loatus' for a while... <smile>

And now we are thinking and talking about going to print again... in fact, Kim is already updating the Community Resource Directory listings --- which will (like always) be freely available as PDF from our website no matter if we go to print.

To do this, however, takes ADVERTISERS... and to learn more about this we invite you to come visit us at Help YourSelf Publishing.

Be The Solution...

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Tiny Wisdom:
On Helping Yourself

By Lori Deschene

ďThe best place to find a helping hand is at the end of your own arm.Ē ~Swedish Proverb

Helping yourself is telling people what you need, even though youíre afraid to acknowledge it.

Itís forgiving yourself for your mistakes, even though you feel like dwelling in guilt.

Itís taking responsibility for your problems, even though someone else may have played a large part in creating them.

Every one of these choices enables you to help yourself. And when you make the effort to help yourself, you are better able to help other people ó and the world.

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FYI, to all who asked and wondered: Marjorie is now free from the allegations raised against her, yet the question remains... Why was she ever arrested?

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Think these things always: that it is our duty as thinking beings with the ever-present capacity to choose to abide the 'highest law of reality' -- doing unto others as we would have them do unto us -- with the unified  purpose of making things good for everyone, everywhere, all of the time.

(((hugs))) ~Christine

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If you want more of what you've already got, do more of what you're already doing...

A gift for you... and you... and YOU... (click image to enlarge):

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Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people. ~Eleanor Roosevelt

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Peace abounds when fighting ends...

USO Operation Enduring Care


January 2016: A lot of ocean water has flowed beneath the deck of ship my son is stationed aboard since last I typed a note to this page. It was six years ago when he was just signing up for his tour of enlistment, doing the preliminary assessments, trainings and evaluations that carried him forward to boot camp and beyond. Wow... where does the time go.

He has consistently and steadily advanced in his training, stature and command of responsibilities. I admire him and know that if any small part of our nation's future hinges on him, we will do fine.

March 2015: What a joy and a blessing to have my youngest lad home during my initial recuperation early in February. Huge thanks and much appreciation is extended to his Navy commanders for permitting his visit. And just for the record, his official rank and designation now is Interior Communications Electrician Petty Officer 2nd Class Enlisted Surface Warfare Specialist... IC2(SW) for short. Love you son... May your sailing forever  be smooth, easy and happily exciting... (((hugs))).

November 2014: Navy life is intense, ie: duty shifts that start at 6am on Friday and last until 2am Saturday morning; rigorous training and tough exams... Back in August, he sent a pic of himself with a 'new shiny thing' proudly pinned on his chest which he explained is an ESWS (Enlisted Surface Warfare Specialist) qualification that he earned. And, while I am so proud of his continual achievements, I sincerely hope that he never has to put this skill-set to use...

May 2014: Not much is new... work moves along in preparation for participation in operational exercises coming up 'soon'... the exact dates of which are not released for public (or family) consumption with respect to maintaining security. Resultant of this, our plans for a 'family reunion' this summer are 'on hold'... pending some clue as to our sailor-man's availability...

February 2014: My son reports that the Navy has been keeping him and all of his crew-mates busy since the mid-November incident (see below), and that everything is going well. He did manage to get a few days leave and visited with his sisters in Florida, where they had a blast skydiving. What a hoot...!!!

November 2013: Yes, my sailor-lad is part of the crew on the ship that made international news mid-November when it was broadsided by a 'rogue drone'. Thankfully, he was not one of the injured crewmen... And my heart goes out to the young men who were injured and their families. Though I am told that everyone is now okay, to be brutally honest I'm not.

August 2013: Text messages (which are my Navy son's preferred means of communication) apprise that he is recovering from (minor, planned) surgery and is doing just fine. Yea...!!! Also that Navy life goes well and that the new truck he got is great. Things are ever changing yet always the same <smile>. He is happy... and that is what  really counts.

Mom's Day 2013: What a joy to hear his voice. Things have been busy, schedules intense, duties demanding... and he is doing just fine, on his way to the beach with buddies... "Will you go swimming?" I ask. "M0OOOM..." he wails in disbelief of my ignorance... "The water is only 50 degrees... it's waaaaay too cold for swimming....!!!"

March 2013: Another sweet-surprise visit from my sailor-son. Yummy... and bitter-sweet. Makes me miss him all the more.

January 2013: Yes, my sailor-man made it home to celebrate the New Year... and his visit (though common knowledge amongst his siblings) was a total surprise to me... Wow, did we have a good time. And now that he has returned to base, well... I started missing him before we left the airport.

December 2012: Long days and way too much to do, says my Navy son. Eat, sleep and work is the total routine. What keeps you so busy, I ask. Everything electrical, he says...

August 2012: Phone chats reveal that all is well with my Navy son, though the days are long, often exhausting, and life is sometimes 'boring'. In the main, he is enjoying what he is doing, actually now getting a sense of 'doing' moreso than 'learning how to do'...

He spoke with excitement and dignity about having resolved an issue with some type of amplified shipboard broadcast device. I could tell that he was proud of this accomplishment, which made me even more proud of him.

May 2012: A marksmanship test score of 228 to 240 = "Expert" status in the Navy.  My IC3 writes:

"I got a 231 with the 9mm."

January 2012: "I have an update for you, I was frocked today. The Commanding Officer and Command Master Chief of my ship pinned on my E-4 insignia so I am officially a 3rd class petty officer instead of ICFN. I am addressed as IC3 which is a lot easier to say every time I have to answer the phone (lol). I will send you a pic of what the insignia looks like. It is will be displayed on all of my uniforms after I have them all updated when we get back to land. Any way it's hard to believe how long Iíve been in, the time has really flown by."

He enlisted over 3 years ago on the delayed entry program, spent months in training to prepare for bootcamp from which he graduated late in October 2010 and is now stationed aboard the USS Chancellorsville with the homeport of San Diego, California.

Official Navy USSCV Website
USS Chancellorsville (CG 62)
Deployment Log
Cruiser Photo Archive

My son is one heck of a great kid and I love him with all of my heart, just like I love all my children, be they near or be they far...

The Ticonderoga Class Guided Missile Cruiser USS Chancellorsville (CG-62)
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Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off your bowlines. Sail away from safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore, Dream, Discover.
~Mark Twain~

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The reasonable man adapts himself to the conditions that surround him... The unreasonable man adapts surrounding conditions to himself... Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man. ~George Bernard Shaw

~ celebrating professionalism in service ~



That you may be filled with strength and power, rooted and grounded in love that surpasses all knowledge: Be kind to one another; live with compassion, producing every kind of goodness; stand firm and hold your ground in truth, righteousness and peace; be courageous; embrace faith which is perfect trust in justice. ~Ephesians 3-6 (condensed)