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Elder's Respect

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We'd been at the hospital four days waiting for the right circumstances. After induction, they kept a monitor on mother and child. Finally, they moved us just outside the delivery rooms. There were a few questions and rules of etiquette... Until the heart monitor began to show dangerously low readings. There would be no time to for the ideal. Our game plan changed instantaneously from traditional delivery to life saving surgery. In a twist of fate, the umbilical cord was wrapped around baby's neck. Mom's water had broken earlier, which sifted the child closer to a natural delivery. Unfortunately those movements continued to elevate the danger. Each shift dropped the pulse lower and created a race against time. In what may be the defining moment of her life... His mother told the operating room staff to do anything necessary to deliver our son. They said to change position and rolled her through the secure doors... A short while passed before meeting my son. Nurses assured m

Objective Reasonableness:

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 by Michael L. Craver Someone recently mentioned my ability to have a response for anything. Most of those moments are spontaneous thoughts. When I hear someone sharing their ideas a system of parameters come alive. Like a maze rising in an empty field; their words are now tested to see if they follow a path of logic or integrity. This is a fascinating series of events. My father stopped me a few weeks back and shared his feelings about the Presidential Medal of Freedom being described as superior to the Congressional Medal of Honor. Our family has many living, deceased, and active members of the Armed Forces. So, I went home to investigate what Dad shared. It is important to see things as originally framed [in context]. I can’t remember if I registered for my absentee ballot in the same sitting… Nonetheless one will arrive in my mailbox this week. My mother was sharing her points of view; as a 40 yr veteran of nursing, professional consultant, and grandmother; about the family

Almost Surely…

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 by Michael L. Crave Sixteen Years ago, all sides of the family came together. Changing their routine and stopping in. Celebrating the life of Riley.   Each visitor with a chance to look and to hold the future… A very bright one. When we were crafting her name, we wanted her initials to bring history together. Marissa from her father, but dating back to the Craver’s American arrival in 1777 (the original Michael). Riley, from her mother’s first and middle initial- reworked as a tribute to her amazing grandmother; the matriarch; Shirley. I even call her RileyJo from time to time… Because Debbie Jo is my mother. My daughter possesses all her best qualities. Monograms were a theme in the mid-2000s. Times change, but we envisioned her jackets and bags would look special with MRC to represent a child of perfect unity.  Her approach to life brings together the best of genes. Her mother’s intellect and thirst for knowledge with the Craver charisma tempered with mercy. Constantly taking