2007 Hurricane statistics to date

29 October 2007

DrudgeReport had a very good link about the 2007 hurricane season. His headline: Forecasters Blow It, Again: ‘07 Hurricane season may rank as most ‘inactive’ in 30 years..

Rush discussed on his show today here.

I find it interesting that with all the global warming hype, it appears that their hot air is being let out of their balloon. Another down year. Oh darn!

But, there is one thing interesting about this year. That this year, the experts had actually named storms that were normally were not named in the past. For example, first storm in Atlantic basin, Andrea. So, this year’s number may be a little inflated.


Powerful Poem

29 October 2007

I received this e-mail from my cousin back in 2002. Enjoy.

A Powerful Poem

It was late one Tuesday evening,
Before a mother could sit down,
To tell her only child about
The terror that hit downtown.

She looked into the eyes of her son
God, she loved him so,
She felt her heart begin to break
And the hurt begin to show.

She gathered all her strength and courage,
as her story she began to tell.
“Baby don’t cry, but I’m afraid daddy
Might be under a building that fell.”

The boy looked back at his mother,
His eyes made not one blink.
And the mother’s tears began to fall.
What would her baby think?

You see, his dad is a firefighter,
And his hero from the day of his birth.
He loved his dad more than anything else
That could ever inherit this earth..

The mother’s head began to drop,
Her forehead resting on palm.
She thought her son would be upset.
Instead, he was very calm.

The boy leaned over towards his mom,
And put his hand upon her head.
In her ear he began to whisper,
And this is what he said:
Mommy please don’t cry,
I knew daddy wasn’t coming home.
I talked to him just a while ago,
But it wasn’t on the phone.

He told me that he loved me,
And he promised we’d meet again.
He told of his new home,
And the job he was to begin.”

“God is building an army,
And there are many angels needed.
That, is where daddy and the others went.
They weren’t all defeated.”

It was then, the mother lifted her head.
The tears streamed down her face..
And she could feel her husband’s presence,
As it filled her heart with grace.

It was then she knew her son was right.
He was in God’s great army now.
She also knew her son was safe,
That he’d be kept from harm somehow.

So, evildoers of the world beware.
An army is on the way.
Bolstered by new angels,
Who left the towers that day..

Their commander has never been beaten.
His power has never been matched,
And if evil thinks He was almighty before……
Well, the surface has just been scratched!
GOD BLESS AMERICA and the rest of the world as well !!!!!

Unknown Author


Through the eyes of a child

29 October 2007

Yet another good e-mail sent by my uncle. Enjoy.

THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD

Her hair was up in a ponytail
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
And she couldn’t wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn’t there today.

But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school,
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never see
A dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats.

One by one the teacher called,
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
For a man who wasn’t there.

“Where’s her daddy at?”
She heard a boy call out.
“She probably doesn’t have one,”
Another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
“Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day.”

The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.

“My Daddy couldn’t be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him,
I’m not standing here alone.

“Cause my daddy’s always with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He’ll forever be in my heart”

With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.

“I love my daddy very much,
He’s my shining star.
And if he could, he’d be here,
But heaven’s just too far.

You see he was a fireman
And died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers
And taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
It’s like he never went away.”
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.

And to her mother’s amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.

“I know you’re with me Daddy,”
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far