Bob Newman on the Line Part 1

Bob Newman on the Line Part 2

Dianne Hoover's Foster Babies

Dianne writes about her Foster Babies

Little Branches Pgs 1-6 by jas2maui

Los Angeles Times Reunion Story

Los Angeles Times Reunion Article by jas2maui

Gratitude...Louie Schwartzberg

Chilling Letter to OBAMA from Procter & Gamble Executive

 Originally Posted in 201l

By Lou Pritchett,   Procter & Gamble

A LETTER FROM A PROCTER AND GAMBLE EXECUTIVE TO THE PRESIDENT*

 THE LAST SENTENCE IS THE MOST CHILLING

Lou Pritchett is one of corporate America ‘s true living legends- an acclaimed author, dynamic teacher and one of the world’s highest rated speakers. Successful corporate executives everywhere recognize him as the foremost leader in change management..  Lou changed the way  America does business by creating an audacious concept that came to be known as “partnering.” Pritchett rose from soap salesman to Vice-President, Sales and Customer Development for Procter and Gamble and over the course of 36 years, made  corporate history.

 AN OPEN LETTER TO

 PRESIDENT OBAMA

 Dear President Obama:

You are the thirteenth President under whom I have lived and unlike any of the others, you truly scare me.

You scare me because after months of exposure, I know nothing about you.

You scare me because I do not know how you paid for your expensive Ivy League education and your upscale lifestyle and housing with no visible signs of support.

You scare me because you did not spend the formative years of youth growing up in America and culturally you are not an American.

You scare me because you have never run a company or met a payroll.

You scare me because you have never had military experience, thus don’t understand it at its core.

You scare me because you lack humility and ‘class’, always blaming others.

You scare me because for over half your life you have aligned yourself with radical extremists who hate America and you refuse to publicly denounce these radicals who wish to see  America fail..

You scare me because you are a cheerleader for the ‘blame America ‘ crowd and deliver this message abroad.

You scare me because you want to change America to a European style country where the government sector dominates instead of the private sector.

You scare me because you want to replace our health care system with a government controlled one.

You scare me because you prefer ‘wind mills’ to responsibly capitalizing on our own vast oil, coal and shale reserves.

You scare me because you want to kill the American capitalist goose that lays the golden egg which provides the highest standard of living in the world.

You scare me because you have begun to use ‘extortion’ tactics against certain banks and corporations.

You scare me because your own political party shrinks from challenging you on your wild and irresponsible spending proposals.

You scare me because you will not openly listen to or even consider opposing points of view from intelligent people.

You scare me because you falsely believe that you are both omnipotent and omniscient.

You scare me because the media gives you a free pass on everything you do.

You scare me because you demonize and want to silence the Limbaugh’s, Hannity’s, O’Reillys and Becks who offer opposing, conservative points of view.

You scare me because you prefer controlling over governing.

Finally, you scare me because if you serve a second term I will probably not feel safe in writing a similar letter in 8 years.

Lou Pritchett

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This letter was sent to the NY Times but they never acknowledged it.  Big surprise. Since it hit the internet, however, it has had over 500,000 hits. Keep it going. All that is necessary for evil to succeed is that good men do nothing. It’s happening right now.*

Dianne On Her Birthday

Whispers From The Heart

The Bertice Berry Show...Chicago...1994

Leilani...Our Reunion Story

Our Reunion on Maui 1992

HERE THEY COME


HALLOWEEN ON FRONT ST. LAHAINA


TALK STORY PART 1


TALK STORY PART 2


TALK STORY PART 3


TALK STORY PART 4


TALK STORY PART 5























MOM'S RETURN VISIT...SAYS ALOHA ONCE AGAIN AT LAHAINA MARKET PLACE

My 2 Fathers

HIS HAND SHALL GUIDE ME

“HIS HAND SHALL GUIDE ME”



It could happen soon. I just knew that any day the news that I had been waiting for was going to come by phone or mail. It didn’t make any difference. I was ready to accept any information that was available. It was hard to face the uncertainty of the effect this was going to have in the lives of the rest of the family. There could be anger; even hate and that would be hard to deal with. Still I knew this was right for me. I had crossed many bridges but this decision I had made was about to change my life in a way that no other had. I needed God’s help and it was to late to turn back now.

For forty years I had kept this secret in my heart and now the closed door was about to swing open. My prayer was soon about to be answered and I was ready.

As I sat there trying to decide whom to call to let them know I couldn’t make it to the next ALMA meeting, the phone rang. Is this Sarah Hoover? I didn’t recognize his voice and hardly anyone called me by my real name of Sarah. I had used the name Dianne since I was in my teens. He was calling me from the adoption agency. My heart was in my throat and I could hardly talk above a whisper. “ I have just located your daughter” he said, “ and her name is Donna”

It had been fifty-one years ago that a young girl barely sixteen had handed her three-day-old baby girl over to a couple that she never met. They were going to love her and provide a good home for her. I was never going to see my baby again.

I am married now and have another daughter. Her name is Carol Ann and I call her my Queen. I now have two Queens to love. My cup runneth over. This story is dedicated to Donna and Carol Ann.

MANY WATERS CANNOT QUENCH LOVE, NEITHER CAN THE RIVERS CARRY IT AWAY. (SONG SOLOMON (CH 8: 7a)

Some Favorite Photos

The Reunion...It's Luau time in Lahaina

The Reunion...Lisa and DeAnne in front of the Pioneer Inn in Lahaina

The Reunion...Carol Ann in Donna's Kitchen

My Queen Carol Ann and Her King Bob

Lisa...Beauty Pageant Winner

Mom's Little Bus

McColly Home Movies

Published Poems in the Villa Anaheim Monthly Calendar

"Thoughts "(from Psalm 139)

"Thoughts "(from Psalm 139)

It really saddens my heart, that... with the stroke of a pen

you can cancel out an entire account

and with a statement or just a word...

you can end a long time friendship or marriage

How cheap and shabby we treat a human life

with thoughtless behavior

just to please our moments of pain

and frustration

Shouldn't we be asking ourselves some questions... like

how can we really expect to build a good home

and at the same time

destroy all the efforts we make

First of all.. to do any building of value

there must be a plan.. .But!. . we say

we don't have any plans for the future

then, what is the purpose?

To make money?.. for what?

to care and love someone?.. .for what reason?

to dream?....about what?

to hope'?....to what end?

That makes no sense at all, for it's like a empty vessel

it is not even loving or caring for one's self

for God tells us we are fearfully...

and wonderfully made

So starting with that truth, shouldn't we

be sitting goals, making plans, seeking directions

and purpose... for without these

we fail and will never succeed

Being a total loving person.. and reaching for the goals...

for then and only then.. will God bless our efforts

but to often we think.. that’s my neighbor.. or my mate

when I must ask myself "Lord, isn't it me your speaking to,"

Copyright 1999

Sweet Leilani

Don't Bungee Jump Naked

MEADOWS

MEADOWS

SOMEWHERE IN THE MEADOWS OF TIME
I SEE THE DREAMS OF A CHILD
AND SHE IS PLAYING AND LAUGHING WITH GLEE
AND I ASK YOU THIS QUESTION LORD
COULD THAT BE ME I SEE?

SOMEWHERE IN THE MEADOWS OF LIFE
I FELT YOUR HAND IN MINE
AND WHEN THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD
BROUGHT ME TO MY KNEES
YOU HEARD MY CRY AND MY PLEA'S

SOMEWHERE IN THE MEADOWS OF CHANGE
YOU GAVE ME A SONG AND A NEW MELODY
THAT ONLY YOU COULD BRING
AND NOW I WAIT ON YOU LORD
TO GUIDE ME THROUGH THE MIST OF TIME.

UN BEL DI
2009

THE BRIDGE

THE BRIDGE

Just like this old bridge with its sway
I feel that the weight of time
is beginning to steal
a memory to bury

But some days I cross over
To the other side
And I see the leaves
With their colors of gold

And I remember my prayer
To you Lord, and how you promised
To give me strength
As I grow old

So keep my thoughts on you
As I cross over this old bridge
With its sway
F0r I’m safe with you for another day.

Un Bel Di 2008