Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Message in a bottle….

Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
No one here but me
More loneliness than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair

I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my message in a bottle
Message in a bottle

Thanks Police… kinda….

Times of distress… Victor, are you going to continue this trip thru the mortuary of life forever and ever? No. Good times are ahead. Better is ahead. Bad begets good, remember?

Monday night. Father, three children, ages 18, 14, 12. Northern California (‘bout 90 miles North of Sacramento.)… Set out into the mountains to chop down a Christmas tree… Mother of the three (divorced from father) became worried late Monday night - reported them missing.

Snow. Bad storm. If you got 50 yards away from your car, you may not be able to even see it. Police vehicles, equipped with chains - attempted to find them. Private citizens joined in the fray. “A good family…. Well liked… respected.”…

Two days went by… Finally, Wednesday… A helicopter had spotted the “H-E-L-P” they’d fashioned with twigs on a 4-wheel drive road… led to their rescue… Tootsies a little worse for wear, but all Ok………..

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Kristin Comeau taught her daughter sign language. Unusual? No. Unusual though in this case because the daughter was three years of age…

One night, mom began to cough uncontrollably and have difficulty breathing on Wednesday. The Long Island mother dialed 911, but her throat closed up and prevented her from speaking when the operator answered.

Comeau, who had taught her daughter, Ruby, sign language as a hobby, said she signed the word “help” to her daughter, and the little girl repeated it to the 911 operator. Ruby also gave the operator her address, as she had been taught by her father…

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SOS is the commonly used description for the International Morse code distress signal (· · · — — — · · ·). This distress signal was first adopted by the German government in radio regulations effective April 1, 1905, and became the worldwide standard when it was included in the second International Radiotelegraphic Convention, which was signed on November 3, 1906, and became effective on July 1, 1908.

My father was a Morse Code expert communicator kinda dude in the Army Air Corp around the time of World War II… He prided himself in ‘tapping’ out stuff… If my sense of humor is inherited, in later years he was probably tapping out “hey lady, wanna run upstairs with me and do the dirty” unbeknownst to us urchins. I can’t imagine being an expert at anything at age 22 (except life of course) but he was…

They put out an SOS one night for him to “get ready’… time to go.. Europe… Grab your hard helmet. He was legally off-base on R&R. Seems they fetched another dude in his place.

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The hell’s all this mean Victor? I dunno dammit, I’m just sitting here typing waiting for that answer myself… The Beatles sang “Help… I need somebody… Help… not just anybody.”…

Dude on corner with cardboard sign. “Please help… hungry.”

“Help wanted” signs…

Save our ship.. Save our souls.. Survivors on shore… Save our Shelby..

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It’s all about being thankful. Thankful for search parties… Rescuers.. Twigs… Sign language… Friends… Concern… Care… Love… Offerings…

Thankful for every day, every minute. Every day in the obits, there are those that can no longer twig HELP. They can’t · · · — — — · · · They can’t put a “message in a bottle.”

Ok, I’ll get the hell outta here. Just wanna share some observances though. I’ve seen me a couple SOS’s in my day… And here and there a plea for “HELP”… people respond. People you don’t know. People you love. People unite. People assist. People love. People want nothing in return. Amazing. Everyone gets assistance… Well, perhaps exceptin’ Gilligan, the Skipper, the Professor and MaryAnne…

Message in a blogle…….

May your Thursday be twice as happy as your Wednesday… may your dinner time meal be loads better than SOS… If you are helped in life… you’ll know what I mean then it kinda makes ya wanna help back. People are incredible eh?

Twigging “Good night, sweet dreams” to you……. Love, Victurd.

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