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Thoughtful Acts


Thoughtful Action

In just about a week, Christmas will be here. Excitement and wonders abound! Among the daily news-breaking heartaches will pop up gems of goodness like the cop and the thief.

Thoughtless Action

One such act that will not be widely reported happened to me the other day. I left my purse hanging in a public restroom stall. I KNOW! Dummy! Dummy! Dummy!

Driving down the street, panic ensued! Rushing back, stopping by the Lost & Found counter … no purse. Trying to track through “Find my Phone.” (It’s activated through iCloud, but a message said the phone was offline – frustrating!) Thinking about the calls to make to protect my identity. Praying. Praying.

A security officer! Hope! He takes me to another desk out in the open and “Bingo!” my purse appears!

Thank you, God!!! A woman had noticed it hanging and kindly took the time to go to the desk to report it. She said she noticed it there and that there were other women in the restroom. The woman at the desk must have immediately gone to fetch it. I so thank God for putting a fire under that wonderful woman!

Thoughtful Acts

A few weeks ago, I signed up for a competition on Twitter called 100thoughtfulacts. People were asked to to sign up to do as many as they can of the 100 Acts they had listed. The top “Act-ers” would win an ASUS Transformer Book T100.

SidewalkBut, I have to tell you, it was the warm and fuzzy feelings I got through choosing from the list, that grew and grew with each one I performed! It was fun going through the list, choosing different ways to bless others. Some things we could do: leave an encouraging note on a stranger’s car, drop off anonymous flowers for someone sick in the hospital, write an encouraging message with chalk on the sidewalk, make snowman pancakes for loved ones, pay for the coffee of someone behind you in line, leave the biggest tip you can afford, etc.

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The contest is still going on! Please log onto 100thoughtfulacts and enter for the fun of it, as they are in the last two days. Forget the prize – do it for the good feelings you will receive from surprising loved ones or strangers who might have at just that moment, needed a word or deed of encouragement. It’ll do your mind, body and soul good!


And do not neglect doing good and sharing, for with such sacrifices God is pleased. 

Hebrews 13:16


Freedom & Faithfulness


The Issue

Can’t sleep. I’m up at 4:30am this morning, coughing and thirsty. It’s that time of year when the weather changes and my body protests. Take another allergy pill. Been praying for the headache and coughing to go away. Guess God will take them away in His time as my faith is built up.

More Remedies

* Massaging sinus points on my face

*  Drinking a warm, frothy mug of Vitamin C+

*  A very warm salted water gargle

Ah-h-h, that all helps! While waiting for everything to settle, I turn on the TV.

The Glitch

An old episode of the Danny Thomas Show (1953-1964) is on. Danny’s in court to fight a parking ticket. It’s proven that the parking meter was more than five minutes too fast. (A different situation, but it reminds me of last year, when we visited New Haven Green in New Haven, Connecticut. A local said to return to our parking meter at least five minutes before it expires, as the meter people have a penchant for writing tickets early if they think you’re not coming back in time!)

That fast meter caused Danny to receive a ticket, though he returned within the allotted time.

The Outcome

During closing arguments, the city prosecutor derides Thomas’ profession as an entertainer, saying he’ll probably grandstand and open with a song. Danny Thomas stands up and faces the jury. He says only one song will fit the situation and solemnly quotes, not sings, the first line from the great patriotic anthem, “America.”

“My country ’tis of Thee, Sweet Land of Liberty …”

Thomas went on to point out our freedoms. One being that we have the right to stand and speak up if we feel an injustice is taking place, even if it’s against our own government (which was formed for the people, by the people).

Otherwise, the injustice would continue, affecting more and more people until someone finally stands up to fight it.

Danny won the case.

The Point

He also made a point that is still relevant 60 years later! Our freedoms are not guaranteed to be forever. We must be diligent and protect them when they are threatened.

The Lesson

Well, now I know why I’m up at 4:30am. God has a message for me to share.

If you see an injustice and are in the position to right it, please take action. There are many, many things in this world that we by ourselves can’t change. But, there is one simple thing we can do.

One Last Thought

P r a y.

Pray for guidance and the strength to do the right thing.

Pray for our families.

Pray for friends and others who are hurting and how we can help them.

Pray for our nations’ leaders and the world’s leaders.

Pray for hearts to open up to see other options.

Prayer works wonders.

I just prayed for everyone who reads this.

God bless you.


“Happy Veterans Day!”



“Happy Veterans Day, Baba!”

That’s what I would have said to my father, were he alive today. “Baba” served in the U.S. Army during WWII. He was assigned to mess duty and used those skills to open a succession of restaurants years later. He re-enlisted in the the U.S. 14th Air Service Group, 407th Supply and Service Unit that supported the Flying Tigers stationed in China.

His good friend, Staff Sgt. Lewis Yee, taught him how to drive the big tankers hauling fuel for the airplanes. There were harrowing trips driving convoys through The Hump, that treacherous area of the eastern end of the Himalayan Mountains. The Burma road was a deeply winding route between India and China that was taken with big, unwieldy tankers next to sheer drops that required drivers with nerves of steel to navigate. I’ll tell you more about my father and his friend, Staff Sgt. Lewis Yee, in a later post.

If you see or know a veteran, please, please, take time to thank him or her for their service to our country. It can be any day of the year to do it. We owe them much!

“God Bless America!”



Kailash Satyarthi, the Nobel Peace Prize Laureate, is my ex-Boss: A brief Tribute

This story from behind-the-scenes is a testimony to those who have a beautiful mindset.

Mahesh Nair


I first met him in the fall of 1996 when he, in an ironed kurta-pajama, passed by me, and whooshed the door open to his small office. I was lazing at my desk, waiting for the Director, who I’d been hired to assist. The morning was overcast and light barely filtered through the window at the entrance, but the pure white of his cotton made the day appear brighter. I was young, and it was my first job.

It took a few months before the Director recommended that I work for Kailash Satyarthi – the Chairperson of Bachpan Bachao Andolan/Save The Childhood Movement (BBA) – whom we fondly call “Bhaisahab.”

His costume though it was bright, had an air of intimidation, because we’d witnessed all our lives in India, the white-adorned politicians who would often vanish after they’d won the elections, not delivering on their promises. Though I knew…

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“Hoda & Kathie Lee, I, too, have advice on taking my daughter out!”

Watched Hoda & Kathie Lee on the Today Show, talking about the former Navy Seal who had rules for his daughter’s future boyfriends: http://www.today.com/parents/rope-tornado-bottle-hurricane-dads-gives-daughters-potential-boyfriends-tough-2D80192078.

It reminded me of the time my daughter came home from college. She and old high school friends decided to meet that night at a local country western club. Three of the guys who lived in the community were coming by to pick her up to meet a couple more girls at the club.

The doorbell rings and a fresh-faced teen greets me. I invite him in and start my spiel: “Our daughter is very precious to us. You are responsible for her tonight. We expect you to treat her with respect and to keep her safe. That goes for the other two girls too.”

I want to meet the other two young men, so we go out to the car and I repeat my “talk.” Afterward, one of the boys says enthusiastically, “I’m going to say the same thing when I have a daughter!” I sure hope he remembers that when/if he has a daughter.

Do You Know the Way to San Jose?

February 17, 2014

We prepare to leave Granada for San Jose, Costa Rica. The owner says our taxi is coming. Up drives the owner’s son. Hmm …

We get into the car to go to the bus office. A couple of Dutch girls from the hotel join us. We ask how much. He says $5 each, to which we immediately protest loudly! We don’t care that he is going to two different offices – the amount is outrageous! One of the backpackers says firmly, “$1 each.” Faced with three fierce feminine scowls, he nods.

Not a peep from the other male in the car. That moment confirmed my earlier perception that some people will rather be over-charged than cause a ruckus. I have constantly cautioned my husband to remember the current country’s rate of exchange so we aren’t (too) over-charged. Well, he’s on vacation and has a laidback attitude regarding service charges. I think it’s because he knows that Central America is a poorer part of the world and to him, it’s alright if they ask for more than the going rate. If the taxi driver says it’s such and such amount to get to wherever, he says okay. To me, knowingly demanding more than the going rate is gouging. We already pay way more than what locals pay.

Crowded launcha

Crowded launcha


At Lago de Attitlan, we were always told Q30. If you paid more than Q25 to ride a launcha to a few villages ’round the lake, you were over-charged. Some tourists were able to bargain down to as little as Q15. Locals, if I remember correctly, pay Q3 to Q5 per person.


Three-wheeled tuk-tuks are plentiful in Panajachel

Three-wheeled tuk-tuks are plentiful in Panajachel


If you ride a tuk-tuk in Panajachel, the biggest village on the lago, it’s Q5 a person. Locals pay Q1 to Q2 a person.





Again, ask a couple of different locals what the going rate would be to take a cab, the bus, etc. When we do, they tell us what they pay and what would be fair for a tourist to pay. We also read travel forums and sites before we left and knew what some of the rates might be. Those actions gave me the confidence to bargain. (Lonnie left negotiating to me as he preferred to play the nice guy in the “Good Tourist, Bad Tourist” game.)

Eventually, Lonnie started showing me his change before pocketing it. A few times I had to swing his open hand with the change back to the merchant and tell him/her that we have more change coming back. We’d get more change and an un-apologetic look. It must be a game to see how observant tourists are.

The rates are quite varied and it CAN get confusing trying to convert them. We saw:

Guatemala: 8 Quetzales = 1 US Dollar

Nicaragua: 25 Cordobas = 1 US Dollar

Costa Rica: 500 Colones = 1 US Dollar


Now, back to Granada … we get to the bus office and it’s locked. A woman at the open doorway next door says that they won’t open for a while. We’re taken to another location that is open. The reservation we made is nowhere to be found. A Canadian backpacker says he’s going on a bus that will take us to Costa Rica. He asks if we are going to Monte Verde too. No, we’re going to San Jose, Costa Rica’s capital and the country’s largest city. He says we can all go on the same bus as it will stop briefly and let him off on the way to San Jose. What a nice guy!


Lago de Nicaragua

February 16, 2014

Another warm day in Granada. We decide to get out on the water. Nearby Lago de Nicaragua is the only freshwater lake in the world that has sharks, though a local told me they’re rarely seen. The sharks have been severely overfished and a hold has been put on hunting them. Hopefully, it brings the numbers back up.

It is said that the 365 tiny islands in the lake were made when Volcan Mombacho had a ferocious eruption and spewed bits and parts into the lake. I can see that possibility, as most of the islets are like tiny tree-topped blobs, dotting the waters.

Telephone lines stretch across the lago, connecting homes that are fairly close to each other. Many of the islands we pass are concrete reinforced, allowing for more stability and enlarging surface areas.

The island in the foreground, Isla Jacqueline, looks like paradise. I think I spied a ball court and play area!

The island in the foreground, Isla Jacqueline, looks like paradise. I think I spied a ball court and play area!

The hanging sacs are actually bird nests!

The hanging sacs are actually bird nests!


This capuchin monkey's stranded, like on Gilligan's Island. People boat by, but never rescue him!

This capuchin monkey’s stranded, like on Gilligan’s Island. People boat by, but never rescue him!

Please don't throw chip bags on the island. This howler monkey, the capuchin's island-mate, is a curious sort.

Please don’t throw chip bags on the island. This howler monkey, the capuchin’s island-mate, is a curious sort.









Lunchtime! Our guide takes us to an island restaurant. We place our order and enjoy the quiet just before a noisy tourist boat arrives. It becomes pretty crowded as there’s just so much space.

We stop by an island restaurant for their specialty, boneless fried fish. It's a popular tourist spot.

We stop by an island restaurant for their specialty, boneless fried fish. It’s a popular tourist spot.


When in Rome ...

When in Rome …


On the way back, the driver gently guides the boat through a patch of water plants and cosies up to a tree on an islet. He cuts the engine and reaches out for a closed blossom and proceeds to show us a simple way to “bloom” it:


Later, Gerda takes time away from her biking tour buddies for an evening walk around Granada with us. We stop for dessert before strolling over to the plaza. The International Music Festival is a high energy event. Some of the spectators get carried away!