5-year-old with Terminal Cancer Just Wants Some Mail. Let’s Overflow his P.O. box…

Looking for the Light:

Let’s make this young mans a special birthday. I believe miracles can happen. Warrior

Originally posted on Kindness Blog:

Danny Nickerson is 5 years old, but not for long. He’s very excited to become a big 6-year-old this Friday. As happy as this birthday will be, however, it will be hard, too.

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Danny has a virtually unbeatable cancer. Doctors have told his family that less than 10 percent of kids diagnosed with his type live longer than 18 months.

So the upcoming celebration will be an emotional day filled with far more highs and lows than a typical 6-year-old’s birthday. And what is he hoping to get for this extraordinary birthday?

Cards.

He loves getting mail.

His mom says,

“He can recognize his name now. When he saw his name on the package from magical fairies on Easter, he was so happy.”

Since Easter, though, packages have slowed down. But now, for his birthday, it’s time to make sure he gets all the cards he could possibly want to read.

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Wrong Turn Lands U.S.M.C. Sgt. Andrew Tahmooressi in Mexican Federal Prison

Change.org Petition Update

Here is the link to sign the petition at Change.org   https://www.change.org/petitions/release-u-s-m-c-sgt-tahmooressi-imprisoned-in-mexico

Petitioning John Kerry (Secretary of State)

Release U.S.M.C. Sgt. Tahmooressi imprisoned in Mexico

Petition by Jill Tahmooressi

My son Andrew Tahmooressi is a Marine veteran fighting for his life and freedom in a Mexico jail after being wrongfully imprisoned for over a month after he accidentally crossed the border with three legal US purchased firearms in his truck.

Andrew suffers from PTSD and had just traveled from Florida to San Diego to seek V.A. evaluation where he was diagnosed in March and started his treatment plan. He had all of his belongs in his car with him, including three firearms as he was searching housing and hoping to secure employment.

On March 31 he got lost while driving, made a wrong turn in the border town of San Ysidro, CA and within yards of that wrong turn, found himself approaching the Mexican Customs lane with no obvious way to turn around. Stopping, he states immediately, “I got lost, made a wrong turn. I do not want to be here. May I go back to the border (USA)? I have 3 weapons in my vehicle.”

Instead he was arrested and imprisoned on weapons charges even though the ATF traced the firearms back to him within days.

Andrew’s tours took place in (2010 & 2012) Operation Enduring Freedom (OEF) Marine, and he is a Reservist until 8/24/2016 in the Individual Ready Reserve. His experiences left him with PTSD and this situation is making things so much worse. Since in prison, his life has been threatened, he sustained a neck laceration and has been restrained by handcuffs to bed for 35 days.

Our family is calling on Mexico’s Attorney General to realize a mistake has been made and release Andrew immediately. So far more than 21 members of Congress have called for my son’s release. Officials here in the U.S., including Secretary John Kerry and President Obama should join these calls so this veteran can be reunited with his family.

If you would like to watch a video message from his mother use link:   http://andrewfreedomfund.com   

Our military men & women deserve all the support Americans can give. This petition needs to land on Obama’s desk, let’s see if he can secure the release of Andrew. If you haven’t signed the petition, please do. If you have financial resources no matter how small please consider donating to help pay legal fees. Andrew served two tours for our country, he suffers the invisible scars of PTSD. No one deserves the treatment he is receiving. Here is our chance to support the fight for Andrew’s release.

Warrior    

A Grandparents Love Lives On With Happy Birthday Wishes

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  Look at the feathered wings and metal mouth!!!

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  My Granny

I miss my grandparents everyday, none more than on my birthday. Every year they would get on the phone together and sing Happy Birthday. This was a tradition, gramps called many in the family to sing Happy Birthday. As  gramps fell into a coma, one of his sisters by his side, my brother entered the room, she said it’s T’s birthday and gramps started singing. Those were his last words, I know my brother cherishes every word. Tomorrow I turn 51 yrs old, my grandparents can’t call yet I know they are thinking about me. A daily one minute phone call to say I’m alive was all granny needed. She always worried about me. They loved to watch our reactions to Santa, hiding Easter eggs and fighting over who would lick the bowl of frosting. I learned to roller skate at approx 5 years old. Skating provided an outlet and hearing my favorite music over the loud-speaker made me want to dance. As I got older my grandparents would take us skating. Unlike many parents today, my grandparents would stay to watch us have fun. We were building memories that last a lifetime. I loved to speed skate, coming around the last corner full speed one of my wheels blew out throwing me over the mushroom seats. I got up, sat down and began taking my skates off. The ball bearings wore out, it was a right of passage for us kids. Getting new wheels didn’t cross my mind, I didn’t have the money and knew my mother would die before buying me new wheels. My grandmother comes over, her purse on her arm as always and whispers in my ear “what do new wheels cost”. We talked to the salesperson about the different wheels and prices. I focused on the least expensive but really wanted the green speed skating wheels. She knew me so well, asking “how much for the green ones”? She says “I have some mad money” which meant she was hiding money. “Don’t tell your grandfather how much they cost”, ok no problem. She had money hid everywhere, under my dolls clothes, behind frames, in kick knacks. After her death I rounded up several hundred dollars, gramps had no idea she was hiding money. I had to take every photo frame apart, look in everything. Before Dementia took her mind, she took her wedding ring off and forgot where. This crushed gramps, we constantly looked for the ring. During one of our searches after her death I find this kleenex crumpled up in the bottom of a drawer. As soon as I pick it up, pay dirt. We stood there staring at it crying. He slept with the ring in a box by the bed, he gave it to me before he died.

My grandparents had 5-6 huge trees out back loaded with squirrels. Living thru the Depression, gramps knew how to entertain himself for hours. He would go to the river bottoms to pick up pecans, coming home with several buckets full. Then sit in his lawn chair in the shade to sort and crack. He did this several days a week for years so it was no surprise when he had a squirrel eating out of his hand. Granny wasn’t afraid of squirrels but didn’t have the same affection for them. Until she thought he killed one. It was hilarious to hear them tell the story. One of gramps other past times was sitting on the front porch using a sling shot and pecans to scare the squirrels. He shot a pecan up the tree, hits one, it falls out of tree and she thinks it’s dead. She had a few choice words then told him to go check on the squirrel. Gramps is about to pick it up and it comes to. He had knocked it out. I think they were both surprised and off the squirrel went. It bothered me watching this cat and mouse game my whole life, then he took it to a new level. Retirement can get boring for some, not gramps. He started leaving cages out back, when the squirrel would go in the door would close. He checked them all day long, as soon as the door went down, he would round granny up and off to the river bottoms they go. He might release six to eight a day. I think he really did it to get her out of the house, granny was legally blind, this allowed her to put some lipstick on and get out of the house.

My grandparents gave me unconditional love, self-confidence and their time. Time is more precious than what to me.

Warrior

Throw Back Thursday*Warrior Rocks Out With Fleetwood Mac, Steven Tyler and Carrie Underwood*

The music world would not be the same without Fleetwood Mac, the greatest band in the world!!!!! Watch Lindsey Buckingham make his guitar scream. Those were the 1970′s. I always try for video and audio quality when picking the videos each week. I could not find a quality Aerosmith video, what I found is an odd duo but it works. Enjoy.   Warrior

LET ME TUG AT YOUR HEART

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This is my friend Jason Talbot

Sometimes we need help; things happen beyond our control and we have no choice but to ask for help to get back on our feet.  These are the times I am thankful for the network of friends I have and their generous hearts. I don’t typically ask for donations or for charitable contributions because 1) I am terrible at it and 2) I know everyone struggles to make a living; but I have a friend, and his family, who need you.  A divorced dad, with custody of his three children, was a pedestrian hit by a truck.  Jason Talbot needs your help after an extensive stay in the hospital and his continuing recovery from severe head trauma.

42e81a33-c45d-4c6b-b951-4f3bbbf63ddcI used to read about a cause that touched my heart and I would think I can’t afford to help enough to make a difference.  I used…

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From Warrior To You, Don’t Give Up You Are Loved

I woke up weeping this morning, the reasons are never known to me. I sit down to write and start to cry. Unsure of what I need emotionally, my focus turns.When a song strikes my heart, instantly I know that is what I need. Today I needed to hear I was loved. Josh Groban fills my soul, maybe he can fill you with love today.     Warrior