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Friday, July 12, 2013

GARY SAID, "LIFE IS TOO SHORT."

Not another one.” That was the only thought that entered Norma Guerin’s grief-stricken mind when she heard the tragic news of her sister Roseann Guerin’s death in a freak horse-riding accident in Ladner on Wednesday. “It’s just not fair,” an emotional Guerin told The Province, who is the last remaining sibling in the family that has dealt with enormous tragedy in recent years. Guerin’s brother Murray died several years ago in a boating accident, and their younger sister Jasmine died at a young age in circumstances she did not want to disclose. “My parents are beside themselves losing three children now,” said Guerin, her voice shaking as she fought back tears. On Wednesday, Roseann, 43, and her 18-year-old daughter Megan Rogers were riding their horses up the driveway of their home in the 3600-block of 34th Street in Ladner when a dog, believed to be the family’s dog, suddenly spooked the mother’s horse, throwing her to the ground as it galloped away. Her daughter’s horse followed and threw her to the ground while trying to jump a ditch, according to Delta Police, who were called to the scene at 8:40 p.m. The mother suffered severe head injuries from the fall, said Sgt. Cieran Feenan. Nearby residents performed CPR until paramedics arrived and she was airlifted to Vancouver General Hospital. Despite efforts to save her, Guerin succumbed to her injuries late Wednesday night. Megan’s horse, who was stuck in a ditch, was pulled out by firefighters Wednesday night with the help of a nearby farmer’s tractor. Megan was treated for injuries, including scrapes to her face and bruises to her left leg, said Feenan. Norma Guerin described Roseann as a loving mother-of-three and devoted wife who was always “full of life.” Aside from her daughter, Guerin said Roseann was mother to 19-year-old son Ryan and 21-year-old son Justin. She was also helping raise her niece Rheena after the teen’s dad, her brother, passed away. She said Roseann’s husband Gary Abrams was in shock Thursday. The couple were in the middle of planning their upcoming 12th wedding anniversary next month. “That’s his world,” said Guerin. “He just adored Roseann. They were true soulmates.” A sombre mood fell over Roseann’s family home on Thursday as relatives and members of the Musqueam Indian Band, of which she was a member, gathered to rally behind the family and offer emotional support while they help plan the funeral. “In our culture and our teachings, we don’t leave people alone at this time,” said Chief Wayne Sparrow. Erin Rogers, a childhood friend who grew up riding horses with Roseann, said Ladner’s tight-knit horse-riding community was reeling after hearing the news of the freak accident. “It’s just horrible,” said a tearful Rogers. “Her poor daughter.” Also an avid horsewoman, Rogers said the incident is a painful reminder that horse-riding can be a dangerous sport. “We do it because we love it,” she said. “But we’re lucky every time we come back, basically.” Kara Lingam, stable manager of Dogwood Stables, said the family, who live across the street, had boarded their horses at their stables for the past few years. Lingam said Roseann only recently bought the horse she was riding Wednesday. The horse was young and considered “green,” she said, meaning it didn’t have a lot of training. Lingam said she doesn’t believe Roseann or her daughter were wearing helmets when they were thrown. According to the B.C. Coroners Service, at least 28 people, including Roseann, have died while riding horses in B.C. over the past decade. Just over half those deaths occurred as a result of a fall while riding, wrote spokeswoman Barb McLintock in an email. Sixteen of the 26 deaths occurred as a direct result of a severe traumatic brain injury, and in only one of those cases was the person known to be wearing a helmet, she wrote. In some cases, the horse was known to be young, green or difficult, but in other cases, the horse had not previously caused problems but was suddenly spooked or startled. tfletcher@theprovince.com

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

THE LEGEND OF THE DEFIANT FIST

I must be honest here....this is a story that a fellow colleague of mine shared, that I must 'share it forward'...Who doesn't love a good story....YES...this is for REAL !! "A few days ago I entered the men's restroom and was astounded as to what was before me... as shock and bewilderment set in I was fixated on the Trophy that was staring back at me.. At first I was completely disgusted and then my emotions turned to pure amazement as I discerned the information of the surrounding battle ground. It reminded me of a previous tale, albeit, Legend, that occurred here several years ago... "The Legend of the Defiant Fist". Word has it that a giant prize was left in the commode that was so defiant ...it refused to be flushed back to its fore-fathers. I thought how could this be? Has the Legend returned? What was so amazing was the fact there was no evidence of a struggle, no tissue disposal, only a towering statue similar to the sword in the stone. I thought which brave warrior had been here? This is proof of the dedication to the endeavours that go on here. This soldier was so consumed to his art that no time could be spared... there was no time to issue fine linens to the delicates, no time to cleanse the hands of battle. Just fire the spear to the throne and retreat as swiftly as possible, leaving behind a collosal tribute to the mystery of the Legend. Desperately, I tried my on conquest, but failed, left only to watch in dismay as my own personal tribute disapeared into the flood, feeling less satisfied, no doubt, than my predecessor. I resorted to tending my own delicates and further bathe my hands before returning to my duties. To this brave warrior, I salute you in your prize. I will not shake your hand however, but I salute you none the less." I thank you....and you know who you are, for this grotesque and "belly laugh" story you shared with me today. Unfortunately, the visual will stay with me FOREVER !!!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

PHILOSOPHY SIMPLE

A few days ago, my 'Sister' started her BLOG again, sharing her incredibly funny, soul touching, 'REAL', stories of her daily happenings....her lightheartedness and re-inforcements through words of, 'Where is peoples common sense', has inspired me to again start entering more on my own BLOG....so here is a story that I saw on Facebook today, which I wish to share.......SIMPLE, eh? * * * * * * * * * * "A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnais...e jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles roll ed into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’ The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed.. ‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—-your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—-and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else—-the small stuff. ‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn. Take care of the golf balls first—-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand. One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend." Simple thoughts to ponder....

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

I Am Women Hear Me Roar

"Why fit in, when you were born to stand out." ~ Dr. Seuss
Ok, I will admit it now ......I wasted alot of time and probably years worrying my ass off trying to fit in with the "IN CROWD"...... What an eye opener now.....when you have teenagers who sometimes appear to be trying to keep up with the Joneses .... I want to knock them over the head and say, "Who gives a *$?%!&!# Don't be a follower. Be a leader! Follow your instincts! Don't do what everyone else does ! Think for yourself ! And, speak the truth, say what you think !" Well ... Of course, not when they are talking to their Mama, though ......
Signed, Mama Who Loves You xxoo

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

"STOP & SMELL THE FLOWERS"

This is so awesome. Please take a moment to read:

A man sat at a metro station... in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?
By: Josh Nonnenmocher

Saturday, August 13, 2011

EXPLORE! DREAM! DISCOVER!

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore! Dream! Discover!"

~ Mark Twain

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

LIGHTHEARTED.....NESS

‎"When you are truly lighthearted about the people you spend time with, you will attract other like-minded, lighthearted people .... Until you are able to consistently feel good, you cannot get to where you long to be."
~ Abraham ~

Thursday, May 12, 2011

"HEY, SINGLE GALS, OUT THERE....."

My 'ole work buddy, M.A.J posted something on her Facebook that I just love and would like to share, especially with those who are not Facebook followers...

"I'm going to 4 weddings this summer!! HOTDAYUMMM!!! Always the bridesmaid never the bride...LOL...For now I guess I will just stay married to myself. _____ will you take _____ to be your lawful wedded wife? I do, I do!!!!
God I love that girl!!!"
We must embrace our singleness.......It's OK....We're OK....We truly are. Just ask your married friends....Ask them to tell you the truth.