Saturday, May 20, 2006
ISAAC'S WAY READY TO ROLL BUT AT WHAT COST???
LUNAR ROGUE ALL READY FOR SUMMER!!!
Michael Schumache 2003 racing car in Fredericton.
A ghost in the back???
Collecting money for a good cause at the Market!!!
SUMMER IS HERE!!!!!
TAXI DRIVER STABBED IN SAINT JOHN!!!
Someone was stabbed last night or early morning in Saint John; heard it was a Taxi driver but no news on the radio and he was taken to the Saint John Regional. I do believe laws have to be alot tougher on these people who have no respect for another ones life.
This a job to put food on the table.
Too many people in NB and other provinces have lost their lives or
are affected that can no longer work. MLAs, Premier and anyone else should see that we have tougher laws.
Somehow unless it personally affects them nothing will happen.
GULF OPERATORS < Irving Company > SUMMER IS NEAR... IF YOU BUY FROM GULF OPERATORS? THIS MEANS YOU SUPPORT RACISM!!!!
INDIAN CULTURE AT THE CENTENNIAL BUILDING!!!!
I was there last year and enjoyed their fine food. This time around, I missed the food by minutes. My God? They sure make good food!!!!
CHARLES TO HAVE MEETING WITH JUSTICE MIISTER NEXT WEEK???
I'm going to sit down with the Minister of Justice Bruce Fitch next week but we all know that it's the bureaucrats that has the final say on the way roomers and boarders will be treated.
My main concern is that these poor people will not be able to to afford a damage deposit.
I will continue my fight against the bureaucrat at the Rentalsman office because the individual who writing the act refuses to meet with the poor on this issue.
Sigh...all this made publicity because the head cheese at the Rentalsman believes that the poor shouldn't have a say!!!
If I was these people? I would asked the New Brunswick Human Rights Commission or the Irvings if I can continue to fight on a issue?
I don't give up easy!!!!
NEW BUSINESS ON KING'S STREET GIVING AWAY FREE COFFEE!!!!!
FREDERICTON POLICE FORCES CRACKING DOWN ON THE POOR!!!!
It doesn't matter if you play a guitar on the streets and just sitting there with a cup asking for money.
I tried to get a picture of the Police ordering these poor people out from the streets but no luck yet.
The Farmer's Market is open today and I wonder what happen there??? Stay tune!!!!
"HONOR YOUR FATHER AND MOTHER, THAT YOUR DAYS
MAY BE LONG ON THE LAND WHICH THE LORD YOUR GOD
IS GIVING YOU." ( EXODUS 20:12 NKJV )
As we all know the top verse is one of the Ten Commandments.
So I would like to share with you a message I received this week
from one of our Sister's In Christ.. Then you will know why I used
verse when you read the message. I hope that this will move you
as it has me. So let us begin:
True Story -- Worth Reading!!!
My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school
music teacher from Des Moines, Iowa. I've always supplemented
my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for
over 30 years.
Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical
ability. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I
taught some talented students.
However I've also had my share of what I call "musically
challenged" pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11
years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his
first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin
an earlier age, which I explained to Robby.
But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to
hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby
began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it
was a hopeless endeavor.
As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic
rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and
some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.
Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed
and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd
always say, "My mom's going to hear me play someday." But it
seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only
knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or
waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and
smiled but never stopped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons.
I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of
ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was
glad that he stopped coming He was a bad advertisement for my
Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on
the upcoming recital. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer)
asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital
was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really
did not qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and unable
to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing. "Miss
Hondorf I've just got to play!" he insisted.
I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital.
Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of
me saying that it would be all right. The night for the recital came.
The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and
relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come
up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought
that any damage he would do would come at the end of the
program and I could always salvage his poor performance through
my "curtain closer."
Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had
practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on stage. His
clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater
through it. "Why didn't he dress up like the other students?" I
thought. "Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair
for this special night?"
Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised
when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C
Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were
light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went
from pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro to virtuoso. His
suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never
had I heard Mozart played so well by people his age. After six and
a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was
on their feet in wild applause.
Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms
around Robby in joy. "I've never heard you play like that Robby!
How'd you do it? " Through the microphone Robby explained: "Well
Miss Hondorf . .. .. remember I told you my Mom was sick? Well,
actually she had cancer and passed away this morning. And well.
she was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me
play. I wanted to make it special."
There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people
from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into
foster care, noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I
thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking
Robby as my pupil.
No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy.
of Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil For it is he that
taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in
yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't
And now, a footnote to the story.
Where is Robby today? I am sorry to tell you that Robby was killed
in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building
in Oklahoma City in April of 1995.
In Christ's Service,
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RAIN RAIN RAIN BUT WE TRULY NEED IT!!! SUPER SUMMER AHEAD!!!!
ROBERT IRVING ALL FIRED UP!!!!
I had a chuckle 10 years ago when I first learn that the Irvings were in the hockey business.
I only met the guy once and he didn't say much. I got to give credit where it's due. He sure stood by his hockey team.
Will the Moncton Wildcats win? I say that they're way over their heads but who knows what can happen?
I wish them the best of luck!