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Johnson)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>308</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-6850292268457397861</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2015 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-11-10T19:34:14.829-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">childrens fears</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">death of a child</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grief</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">losing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sadness</category><title>Going on: Dealing with the death of a child</title><atom:summary type="text">


M&#39;Lynn: [crying] I&#39;m fine, I&#39;m fine, I&#39;m fine.

[screaming]

M&#39;Lynn: I&#39;m
fine! I can jog all the way to Texas and back, but my daughter can&#39;t! She never
could! Oh God! I am so mad I don&#39;t know what to do! I wanna know why! I wanna
know *why* Shelby&#39;s life is over! I wanna know how that baby will *ever* know
how wonderful his mother was! Will he *ever* know what she went through for
him! Oh *</atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2015/11/going-on-dealing-with-death-of-child.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_w-EXKpXfk/SWTTgebULHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VXZCwcdLrD4/s72-c/scan0001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-2526134581779497238</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2015 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-11-01T16:01:49.249-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">candy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">childabuse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">halloween</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poor</category><title>Do I have to Give Candy?</title><atom:summary type="text">

Dear Prudence,I live in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the country, but on one of the more “modest” streets—mostly doctors and lawyers and family business owners. (A few blocks away are billionaires, families with famous last names, media moguls, etc.) I have noticed that on Halloween, what seems like 75 percent of the trick-or-treaters are clearly not from this neighborhood. Kids </atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2015/11/do-i-have-to-give-candy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Api6ptj9ft0/VjZ9Z9zHKUI/AAAAAAAADoA/_y9sVrZoH0s/s72-c/rainbowdash.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-2672015335154139445</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2015 17:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-10-22T23:32:42.832-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Heroes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kindness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nobody</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random acts of kindness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">strangers</category><title>A shout out to Nobodies</title><atom:summary type="text">

A midst the uncertainties of war

Every soldier is entitled to one

Certainly that he will not be…forgotten

Or abandoned,



Poor is the nation that has no heroes

Shameful is the one that having them…

Forgets,



Everyone should have heroes. But how do we choose them? Is it a rock star, or a politician? Perhaps a ball player or Nascar driver?

Everyone has someone or should. Heroes keep us </atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2015/10/a-shout-out-to-nobodies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsYt_rOp_pA/VYRXPL7OGgI/AAAAAAAADaM/vK7r_bckQcs/s72-c/lady%2Bat%2Bdetentionpg.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-37203275722582846</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2015 00:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-10-22T23:30:42.680-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Belief</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fear</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prayer</category><title>Why Didn’t we believe more when it mattered?</title><atom:summary type="text">

It has been a long time since my last Blog post. I believe
it was right after the AME shooting. My heart was not in a lot of things after
that night. However, as I am told and I say often: life goes on, memories last.
So here I am.



 Being Aware of the Danger...



We went to a “Fright Night” offering held at  Magnolia Plantation. It was set for kids, the usual skeletons, movie serial killers</atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2015/10/why-didnt-we-believe-more-when-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IMnnW795V1Y/ViWI7L2VxLI/AAAAAAAADlo/lNALY4yj_II/s72-c/scream.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-5475185396276918865</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2015 23:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-06-19T19:16:20.260-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Charleston</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">church</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mourning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pastor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Shooting</category><title>Standing Strong in the Holy City</title><atom:summary type="text">



I believe in the sun, even when it is not shining

I believe in love, even when I do not feel it

I believe in God, even when he is silent.

written by a holocaust  prisoner on the wall of Auschwitz






It
is 97 degrees in Charleston.





We
woke up to a different city today. The city we went to sleep in was not the
same we woke up too. Somewhere in between evil walked into the most sacred</atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2015/06/i-believe-in-sun-even-when-it-is-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KMx2WbjrKd0/VYSY6ZuETOI/AAAAAAAADao/JbZnAHsHkOY/s72-c/church.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Charleston, SC, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>32.7764749 -79.931051200000013</georss:point><georss:box>32.3494714 -80.576498200000017 33.203478399999995 -79.285604200000009</georss:box><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-5056782116542231877</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2015 20:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-18T16:23:02.349-04:00</atom:updated><title>Living in a house of giggles</title><atom:summary type="text">

While driving through town, Tasha noticed a homeless person
on the side of the road.  

“I bet she is thirsty, can we give her a drink?”

At the time, we had plenty of drinks and water: however we
were across three lanes of packed traffic. I had to say no, not this time

But hopefully next time.

Tasha remarked, “every time I see a homeless person, I
always think how thirsty they must be.”

Ok </atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2015/03/living-in-house-of-giggles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsTT3zSk1Fs/VQndQ60Z6mI/AAAAAAAADRk/1qB2BUr0m-4/s72-c/coloblack-blue-dress-exlarge-169.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-4577520901386305116</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2015 22:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-02-16T16:28:24.082-05:00</atom:updated><title>Like a Canary in a mineshaft</title><atom:summary type="text">

A few days ago, I jumped up off the sofa with the intention of helping Tasha with her grilled cheese sandwich seconds later I found myself looking up from the carpet, The computer cord which has been there for months, jumped up wrapped itself around my ankle and tripped me. Anyway, thats my story and I am sticking to it. Quite honestly it was very comical sort of event, Tasha shouting, &quot;Nanny </atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2015/02/like-canary-in-mine-shafts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzLGxcpHY7s/VOEkc33rFDI/AAAAAAAADPA/ivWGcZ4gedQ/s72-c/ericpic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-4428834747452858807</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2014 01:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-18T20:48:58.145-05:00</atom:updated><title>Ghost goblins and things that go bump in the night in Charleston</title><atom:summary type="text">

The sky looks as if it is painted a soft gray, it almost does
not look real it is so delicate. The 




The Battery


chill in the air is unusual for
Charleston, even in the winter the low country usually keeps a mild
temperature, although at times cold temperatures and occasional snow flurries
assault us, they are not what you see in the north, and Charleston remains the
subtropical paradise </atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/11/ghost-goblins-and-tings-that-go-bump-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-61d_0W_n9Fg/VGvqJ4MNYfI/AAAAAAAADG4/nnES29-_mUg/s72-c/charlestonsky.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-627972312428112149</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2014 23:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-10T18:26:04.623-05:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday, Marine Corps</title><atom:summary type="text">






During the American Revolution, many important political discussions took place in the inns and taverns of Philadelphia, including the founding of the Marine Corps.

A committee of the Continental Congress met at Tun Tavern to draft a resolution calling for two battalions of Marines able to fight for independence at sea and on shore. 

The resolution was approved on November 10, 1775, </atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/11/happy-birthday-marine-corps.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUuEss_K_hA/VGFISklNScI/AAAAAAAADF0/O7uKc_AW7WU/s72-c/hbmarines.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-3257445433416050384</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2014 23:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-02T18:34:01.345-05:00</atom:updated><title>Never Give Up</title><atom:summary type="text">


I woke up this morning feeling a little put out. You know the mornings or times where there is so much on your plate you feel Why bother any more?
I know God does nt want us to feel this way, he wants us to look forward, to count on him to make things right. And that is why, we are to trust and know He is God. 

When I get this way, I get into my Bible and read encouraging verses. I read His </atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/11/never-give-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-6673004822167189187</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2014 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-10-31T06:06:11.500-04:00</atom:updated><title>Do I have to give candy?</title><atom:summary type="text">

Dear
Prudence,
I live in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the country, but on one of the
more “modest” streets—mostly doctors and lawyers and family business owners. (A
few blocks away are billionaires, families with famous last names, media
moguls, etc.) I have noticed that on Halloween, what seems like 75 percent of
the trick-or-treaters are clearly not from this neighborhood. Kids </atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/10/do-i-have-to-give-candy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LaCfk7n4Umg/SvGcZePeAlI/AAAAAAAAAlw/UZRsYsuLenc/s72-c/Halloween%2B2009%2B033.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-2991098526609897661</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2014 00:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-21T20:50:38.709-04:00</atom:updated><title>Oh the places you will go, the people you will see.</title><atom:summary type="text">

you stand in the line just to hit a new low
You&#39;re faking a smile with the coffee to goYou tell me your life&#39;s been way off lineYou&#39;re falling to pieces every timeAnd I don&#39;t need no carryin&#39; onCause you had a bad dayYou&#39;re taking one downYou sing a sad song just to turn it aroundYou say you don&#39;t knowYou tell me don&#39;t lieYou work at a smile and you go for a rideYou had a bad dayThe camera </atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/08/oh-places-you-will-go-people-you-will.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-1817627830188841773</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2014 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-16T22:16:05.436-04:00</atom:updated><title>And so it goes..customers</title><atom:summary type="text">

Customer: I have an
emergency, can you deliver overnight?

Me: (somewhat baffled)
Emergency? I’m sorry sir what kind of Emergency?

Customer: Isn&#39;t this the
place that sells the testosterone?

Me: uh, yes.

Customer: I’m 57 and my wife
is 43! Can you ship overnight?









Sam Walton’s slogan was “the
customer is always right,” If you have worked customer service, you know how
hard it is, </atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/08/and-so-it-goescustomers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUoxmoS8j14/U_AMS9kg9QI/AAAAAAAADAE/1vpjv9EPqMI/s72-c/cust1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-4096826607476778593</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2014 22:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-07T09:24:39.410-04:00</atom:updated><title>Wheres the Light?</title><atom:summary type="text">

Where’s the light







Happiness can be found even in the darkest of
times, if one only remembers to turn on the light’

Professor Albus Dumbledore – Hogwarts Academy



The
month of August is the worst month of the year for me. This month started the
surgeries, that were supposed to prolong Sharon’s life; but instead ended it.

Even  after so many years memories flood my mind and heart. </atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/08/wheres-light.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oCMhXf-7tBc/U-KyaabA76I/AAAAAAAAC_c/PfbK2Vl4gzI/s72-c/sharon.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-5941160739155304348</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2014 03:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-10T08:54:24.749-04:00</atom:updated><title>Everything I learned in life, I learned from the town of Mayberry.</title><atom:summary type="text">



Mayberry
was a cozy little town in North Carolina. The High Sheriff Andy Taylor (Andy Griffith) knew every one.  He handed out judgments like Solomon, he always got his man like
the Mounties. He was quiet, strong, attracted the ladies and solved all crises
much like 007.

He
had a strong sense of family and obligation to his neighbors, so these are some things I learned from Mayberry.



&lt;!--</atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/07/everything-i-learned-in-life-i-learned.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OIjUS0EQE2o/U73-0v-kONI/AAAAAAAAC9M/OHoHgkv-JbY/s72-c/mayberry.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-1863643372824079797</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2014 23:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-30T19:04:42.767-04:00</atom:updated><title>When in Rome...,</title><atom:summary type="text">

Rome
circa 333AD

During
the first century, 333AD, a Roman citizen could walk the world the entire world
without fear of being molested harmed, or dishonored in any way. Moses himself,
fled the country and lived in the desert. So great was the retribution of Rome
no one dared to come near them much less harm them. All one had to say
was: Io sono un cittadino romano. I am a Roman Citizen







</atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/06/when-in-rome.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7EtlsaO9oQ/U7HkLNeSxBI/AAAAAAAAC8U/2uMgYiT6FhI/s72-c/romansso.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-4818660661051747304</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2014 00:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-20T20:10:21.543-04:00</atom:updated><title>Spring into Summer</title><atom:summary type="text">

Kristoff: Really? I’m guessing you don’t have much experience
with heat. 

Olaf:
Nope! 

Olaf: 
But
sometimes I like to close my eyes, and imagine what it’d be like when summer
does come 

Bees’ll
buzz, kids’ll blow dandelion fuzz 
And
I’ll be doin’ whatever snow does in summerrrrrr 
A
drink in my hand, my snow up against the burning sand 
Prob’ly
getting gorgeously tanned in summerrrrr 

I’ll
</atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/06/spring-into-summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u3SZj20oBqY/U6TLoslJ6GI/AAAAAAAAC7k/6re1N2Mz6DU/s72-c/sumerflowers.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-3153903067317704464</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2014 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-13T16:36:26.826-04:00</atom:updated><title>Choices</title><atom:summary type="text">

Sometimes
the simplest decision can change your life forever.  You decide to take a different route to work
and there is a fatal accident on your usual route. You miss it. Three others
don’t and perish.



Abe
Lincoln’s body guard hangs around the pub for another drink while the President
is in the theater


A
guard in Hitler’s bunker is afraid to wake him up on December sixth,
lest he become a</atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/06/life-such-as-it-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pl5JBtMAGU/U5s5Y2lbPuI/AAAAAAAAC7A/sYfTcb2JH6o/s72-c/lifedec.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-6052230716426329561</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2014 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-06T13:22:44.349-04:00</atom:updated><title>In the words of those who were there: June 6th, 1944</title><atom:summary type="text">
I have been planning all week a special informative blog about DDay. But, I woke up this morning and thought; I can&#39;t even start to tell a better story then the men themselves. So, we have DDay in the words of the people who were there.




This
soldier writing to his parents, tells us how he felt:

2nd Lt Jack Lundberg Lead navigator, US air force,
from Woods Cross, Utah 
May 19
&lt;!--[if !</atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/06/in-words-of-those-who-were-there-june.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jAo4yVSsZW4/U5Hmvg2hBWI/AAAAAAAAC5I/dajp2FozFw8/s72-c/headlines.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-2720960453978074539</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2014 01:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-01T21:02:51.445-04:00</atom:updated><title>Leaving Your Comfort Zone.</title><atom:summary type="text">


Good Morning Charleston!thank youglimpse of Charleston


It
has occurred to me that my life may be a little mundane. The first thing I do
is reach for the remote (yes, the remote) murmuring, “Let’s see what is
happening in the world, today.” In addition, flip on Good Morning Charleston,
which is a prelude to Good Morning America. After hearing the traffic and
weather, I hear Denise’s alarm go </atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/06/leaving-your-comfort-zone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6822tJPYnjY/U4vHYaU6lnI/AAAAAAAAC4o/bifHUxWnYgo/s72-c/good+morning+charleston.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-7028159597381958440</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2014 22:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-26T18:33:40.763-04:00</atom:updated><title>So that others may live</title><atom:summary type="text">

When you go home, tell them of us and sayFor their tomorrow, we gave our todayMy cousin and I used to hang out together as much as we could. Both of us came from broken families, or the popular term today &quot;dysfunctional families&quot; This term makes me laugh; is there any such thing as a &quot;functional family?&quot; &#39;But I digress.We caught fireflies, and tag. When the other kids teased me, he stood up for</atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/05/so-that-others-may-live.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLTyF5dy1rc/U4O-yaBZ2QI/AAAAAAAAC4E/RkP-67c1fos/s72-c/tellthemjpg.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-1235152301667117607</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2014 03:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-11T10:13:27.476-04:00</atom:updated><title>Mothers Day 2014</title><atom:summary type="text">









The
Kid: Why isn&#39;t there a children’s day?

Me:
Every day is children’s day, Mother’s day is for appreciating mothers and
everything they do for you.

The
Kid: Does that mean I only have to appreciate mommy tomorrow?



I
believe something was lost in the translation of that conversation. Most
articles today will talk about their mothers, and how much they did for them,
but I never knew</atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/05/mothers-day-2014.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pAiHEEbCLNY/U27uPNIm-cI/AAAAAAAAC2g/cc-2tgosKLI/s72-c/DSCF0236.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-873329047032110234</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2014 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-04T12:47:44.319-04:00</atom:updated><title>Keeping our kids safe...In Memory of...</title><atom:summary type="text">



Today is &quot;Bereaved Mothers Day&quot; A day no mother wants to have a part in, and no one wants to be a member of. This is a reprint of an post from 2009, I tried to write one today, but it was too hard; this post says everything I am feeling. I would like to share it with you again.





It&#39;s cloudy and dreary in Charleston today. The temps according
to my trusty Weather Bug (which keeps chirping </atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/05/keeping-our-kids-safe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-7967498315011358080</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2014 00:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-02T20:03:43.415-04:00</atom:updated><title>When it rains it pours, sometimes, there are tornados</title><atom:summary type="text">


Charleston
is below sea level, so when we get a heavy rainstorm for any time 

period, oh, say
5 minutes, a lot of our streets flood. Especially down. The people who live and
work here are used to it and prepare for the worst whenever rain is predicted
in Charleston.

The
residents of Alabama, Mississippi and other southern states were prepared for a
good rainstorm, but sudden the shrill peal </atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/05/when-it-rains-it-pours-sometimes-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQ4G3UTGXd0/SnjI1IcpsCI/AAAAAAAAAY0/95f8AZBwqvg/s72-c/storm+s+in+char.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-7568746274107050541</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2014 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-19T22:21:26.222-04:00</atom:updated><title>It&#39;s Friday but Sunday is coming....</title><atom:summary type="text">



I
always think of Mary on Good Friday. How horrible is it to see your eldest son


picture courtesy of Virginia Rice

die in such a cruel and painful way? The bible tells us she stood by him until
the end. Jesus even called out to her “Women, behold thy son,” 

Behold
him she did. How much love do you have someone to endure what she did? Not just
at the end, but the beginning. A young girl </atom:summary><link>http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/04/its-friday-but-sunday-is-coming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Angel Johnson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAdU55KbDMs/U1MtVN3T0qI/AAAAAAAAC00/1UkzPz-7l4w/s72-c/hehasrisen.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></item></channel></rss>