Another birthday – 73 – How many more? How many lifetimes make up those 73 years? How many more are left? So much for a quiet, steady, uneventful life. I have made no mark in history, but history has made a mark on me! With all that is happening, no boring life for me. To be sure, nobody’s life is boring. Life may not be easy, but it can be quite interesting.
Breaking my silence one more time:
March 22, 1962 – Sixty years ago today I left my country one month short of my 13th birthday. A country where I expected to live for the rest of my life. A country where my extended family lived in relative peace and harmony until communism arrived. This event divided us in irreparable ways. By the time I left, the rift created by the political differences was palpable even to a 12-year-old girl. I expected my exile to be of short duration. But, alas, here I am 60 years later. My father died in Cuba one month later before he could join us. My mother was able to come six months later. She and my two brothers are no longer with us. I am blessed to still have my dear sister to share our memories.
Before my mother left Cuba, one of her brothers who had embraced enthusiastically the new regime, told her it was foolish for her to flee since in twenty years communism would take over the USA. She told him that at least she would have twenty more years of freedom. He was off by approximately 40 years, but his prediction seems to be happening. It is a blessing that she did not live to see it.
No matter what happens next, I still thank my parents for having the courage to make the decision to send us to the USA. I still will celebrate this anniversary with gratitude and prayers that the ongoing madness and destruction of this beautiful country will end, and we will enjoy freedom once more.
JULY 4, 1962
In honor of this day, I break my vow of blog silence. Fifty-nine years ago today, I experienced my first Fourth of July celebration in this great country. I was thirteen years old. My siblings and I came to the U.S.A. on the Pedro Pan Program and were living in Wisconsin in two separate foster homes. The lady of the house where my sister and I were staying would come to us now and then and ask: “Would you girls……………..? – and that is all we could understand. Usually, it involved a pleasant outing for the day.
On July 4, 1962, we knew an outing was at hand. We found ourselves at the local high school and witnessed a beautiful display of fireworks. Joy and laughter as young high school girls with lit batons showed off their skills. It was a memorable experience.
Many years have gone by and many Fourth of July celebrations later, I find myself mourning for the loss of a country that gave us freedom and reasons to celebrate. We were strangers in a new country. We did not know the language. Were there people that shunned us? I will never know. I only remember the kindness, friendships and welcome we received from so many people. Their patience and smiles as they helped us learn a new language, their help both financially and spiritually. We succeeded in various degrees according to our willingness and talents. Did we struggle? Oh, yes! But I believe it helped us become better people.
I mourn because I see socialism taking over and the sinister shadow of communism lurking. The silencing of those who question the wisdom of selling out our country for the advantage of a few. Freedom is not free things and being able to do or be whatever we want. Nothing is free, a bill will eventually be presented and unfortunately, it will have to be paid by future generations.
On that note, I will once again retreat to suspended animation.
God bless us, everyone!
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I shall die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take. Amen.
I am done! Wake me up when it’s over and if it is worth it.
Lullaby and good night!
“Patience is not a spineless submission to the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune; it is not a mere gritting of teeth or hanging on; it is rather the acceptance of what we would reject, the bearing of what we hate, a renewed decision, day after day to accept what we do not want, and to suffer without complaint what we cannot change.”
Archbishop Fulton Sheen
“Seek God’s Kingdom above all else. Make it the most important thing in your life. Everything else must be sought in view of this Kingdom; nothing should be asked beyond it. Whatever we ask must serve this end.”
St. Anthony of Padua
“Oh my Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of hell; lead all souls to heaven, especially those most in need of mercy.”
God’s love, mercy and patience knows no bounds. I don’t know how I ever doubt his love. How can He love the human race? We are so incredibly wicked. We can take anything and turn it into a battle of hatred, insults, and ill will. Pandemic? Fake or real is not even close to what we deserve.
The way I am feeling right now about us, including me, is keeping me from loving the hateful people we have become. Only His love working through me will help me bear what is happening right now. Death from a virus is the least of or problems.
If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.
Is there any news today unrelated to the Coronavirus or to investigating Trump regarding anything gone wrong with this country, the government, the world, society, or the Universe since 1776? I didn’t think so.
Breaking News – Ancient records have been discovered of Eve’s deposition regarding the fall. Eve is quoted as saying that Donald Trump lured her into taking a bite of the apple. Also, he looked at her so lustily that he made her realize she was naked. Calling for an investigation.
“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.”
It is becoming harder and harder not to be discouraged. Whatever or whoever is working on the destruction of civilization is using the right weapons. Social distancing has also thrown everyone into a suffocating seclusion that alters nerves and creates discord.
I find masks as a fashion item extremely disturbing. Pictures of social gatherings with people wearing masks give me the creeps.
Jesus left us the Sacraments to give us strength and hope. It is hard to keep hope alive without them. But we must be strong because we don’t know how much we will need this strength to survive a godless world.
I can’t even find the humor in the situation anymore. Humor helps me through difficult times, and it is escaping me today.
May God have mercy in our thankless world.
Mothers continue to inspire and surprise even from Heaven.
No matter how bizarre things are, today calls for celebration. Time out day.
The debate goes on – to continue or end the lock down. The contradictions persist and in the meantime jobs are being lost, businesses folding, people trying to make a living getting arrested. We see Rod Serling and Bill Murray lurking. Our freedom of religion is in jeopardy and our right to make our own decisions is questioned. We are so obsessed with staying alive that we stop living. How is that working out for everyone? I afraid I’m just repeating myself.