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Each One Teach One
Katie Dukes:
1865-1951
 
 
In truth a family is what you make it. It is made strong, not by number of heads counted at the dinner table, but by the rituals you help family members create, by the memories you share, by the commitment of time, caring, and love you show to one another, and by the hopes for the future you have as individuals and as a unit. - Marge Kennedy
 
 
 
 

 

 

Hi family,

  

Why is family important?

Through family we find ourselves as we give and receive support.

Family brings out the best and worst in each of us. As we yield to and serve others we learn to love them and ourselves in the process. Many of us could never approach this form of selflessness in any other way. There is something about a mother or a father, a son or a daughter. There is a connection there that binds us and asks more of us then we are normally willing to give. When we are true to ourselves and follow our feelings and share openly and honestly with our loved ones we remember why family is important. And we are well rewarded for our sacrifice as it enables us to better appreciate who we are. On the other hand, when we yield to our selfishness and take our family members for granted or treat them poorly we lose our sense of self-worth and begin to despise those whom we once loved.

In our day-to-day interactions with our family we find out by our words and actions what kind of a person we are and what's most important to us. The character Levin in Anna Karenina put his family first and found himself through faith in God focused by his suffering. In the story he explained, "my life now, my whole life, independent of anything that can happen to me ... every minute of it is no longer meaningless as it was before but has a positive meaning of goodness with which I have the power to invest it." This "positive meaning of goodness" that Leo Tolstoy began to unravel in Levin's life with the birth of his son can be acquired by each of us as we strengthen our own family relationships.

Our families hold the keys to understanding and appreciating ourselves. Who can relate better to us then our own brother or sister that shared so many experiences with us? Who can love us more selflessly then our own mother or father who sacrificed daily for so many years to raise us? The better we understand our parents and siblings the better we understand ourselves. This understanding is most completely achieved as we look to our family's heritage with the help of our oldest living relatives. By discovering the customs, practices and traditions of our ancestors we uncover truths about our parents and ourselves. We find out how our grandparents treated our parents and so on from generation to generation. We discover the ambitions and fears of our forefathers along with their failures and triumphs. In the process of learning our family history we uncover our past, understand our present and shape our future.

Family is important because we are important and we need a group of loyal supporters. It matters what we think and feel and nobody cares more about us than the members of our families - at least, that's how it should be and it starts with us. The better we are to our spouses, children, parents or siblings etc. the more they will want to be better to us. When we can count on each other and lean on each other then family works. If we waltz in on family when it's good for us and run out when it's bad for us then we're not doing our part and will not find fulfillment there or elsewhere. Family is not only for our pleasure or entertainment but for all facets of life: for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do we part - we need a family and that family needs us. When we support our families we find ourselves supported.

 

  

 
"Whenever I hear this poem, it reminds me of my mother and her sisters and brothers, who would recite this poem whenever they were together(family picnics, reunions, funerals)almost in unison. I admired that unity in spirit, pride in self, and others, hope and being thankful.
I want to share this with my sisters, brother, and children and make it a tradition to recite it when we gather together. Much Love to all Dated this 26th of May 2011.
Latanya Batie

Invictus
William Ernest Henley
1849-1903
 
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever Gods maybe
for my unconquerable soul.
 
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but not unbowed.
 
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
 
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punshments the scroll,
I am the Masterof my fate;
I am the captain of my soul
 
I received the poem above from Latanya several days after I composed the commentary preceding it. I was amazed that it corresponded exactly with my thoughts as to where we need to be going as a family, community, and as a nationality.
 
With Much Love Always

  

 
 
 
Teno Long
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

                                 Funny Bone

 

Linda Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, was visiting her in-laws
and while they were there the family went to a nearby supermarket to pick up some groceries.
Later that day, her husband noticed her sitting in her car in the driveway with
the windows rolled up and with her eyes closed, with both hands behind
the back of her head. He became concerned and walked over to the car.
He noticed that Linda's eyes were now open and she looked very strange.
He asked her if she was okay, and Linda replied that she had been shot
in the back of the head and had been holding her brains in for over an
hour.

The husband called the paramedics, who broke into the car because
the doors were locked and Linda refused to remove her hands from her
head.

When they finally got in, they found that Linda had a wad of bread
dough on the back of her head. A Pillsbury biscuit canister had
exploded from the heat, making a loud noise that sounded like a
gunshot, and the wad of dough hit her in the back of her head. When she
reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and thought it
was her brains. She initially passed out, but quickly recovered.

Linda is blonde, a Pee Party Republican, and a Palin supporter, but that could
all be a coincidence.

The defective biscuit canister was analyzed and it was determined of
course, to be Obama's fault.

 

 

 

 

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