Showing posts with label Little Drops. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Little Drops. Show all posts

Friday, January 29, 2010

B*N*S*N4

From my friend over at Little Drops.....In the pool of Life:

Monday, January 25, 2010

Two Boys~One Condition...

I'd give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life's decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer day.
~~~~~Lewis Carroll, "Solitude"


In my quest for those little drops of kindness that will forever change another person's life, I read this story at Christian Science Monitor. If this doesn't create a lump in your throat and more than a touch of pride for what 'Our Guys' are doing while they are residing in a hostile environment, then all I can say is... You should check to see if you still have a heart!


Read on...



Combat Outpost Penich, Afghanistan

An Afghan laborer at Combat Outpost Penich was carefully maneuvering a forklift when an attack almost caused him to lose control of the vehicle.

“Scrappy,” an Afghan orphan who works on the United States Army base, had pinned the forklift driver down with a Super Soaker squirt gun and was blasting him in the face.

Call it both the hazard and the joy of keeping two orphan kids on the payroll, but few soldiers at this remote base in eastern Kunar Province regret having them around.

The orphans, who go by Scrappy and Donovan, are both the base’s unofficial mascots and charity project. They live with their extended family in a nearby refugee camp and spend afternoons after school working on the base. How they ended up here is something of a happy coincidence and the US intersection with Afghan culture.

It’s not uncommon for the Afghan military to hire young boys to do odd jobs around the base. When Attack Company, 1-32 Infantry Battalion moved into the area for the first time, they found Donovan working for the local Afghan Army unit in exchange for meals and foodstuffs for his family.

Donovan’s father had been killed by the Taliban, leaving no one to support his family of four, so as the oldest son, even though he was only 12, Donovan had quit school and begun working. The only job he could find was working with the Afghan soldiers in exchange for the meager provisions.

When the soldiers in Attack Company learned about this arrangement, they invited Donovan to work on the US outpost for the same rate as the adult day laborers. Three months later, Attack Company also hired Scrappy, who came from similar circumstances as Donovan – but with a family of 10 to support. The main condition of their employment is that they attend school every day.

“Our friends think this is good work. They also want to work with the Americans to learn English,” says Donovan, who lives in a camp for internally displaced people most of whom are friendly with US forces.

Though the two are technically employed as laborers, they don’t work for more than 20 or 30 minutes a day, watering plants, picking up trash, or helping with other odd jobs around base. Most of their time is spent having water-gun fights and hanging out with soldiers. They also race bikes, which they were awarded last spring for doing well on their final exams.

“We try to encourage them to have fun, because they are treated like adults – they do have to provide for their families, be contributors, and yet at the same time they’re like 10- or 12-year-old kids,” says Spc. Adam Rowe, the base "mayor," in charge of logistics, who's from Philadelphia....


You won't find this story on any msm front page. *Gasp* but you can find the rest of it here. While you are over there, check out all the other great stuff, which all qualifies as B*N*S*N!

Thursday, January 21, 2010

I believe in miracles...

In the troop support community when the call goes out, prayer warriors from around the the world join as one to surround our warriors who wear combat boots.

As our wounded begin their journey from the sandbox, to Landstuhl and home, on the long road to recovery, every tenacious step is accompanied by faithful prayers.

Oftentimes, we don't get to hear the outcome of these home-front battles. Today, a story that should make a believer out of almost any cynic:
Tuesday, January 19, 2010

What A Difference A Year Makes...

Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new... but who can understand and measure its sharp breath, its mystery and its design?
~~~~~Paracelsus


Y'all remember this time last year when I requested prayers for one of our local Marine's, don't ya? If not, go here and here to read the original story.

Brandon has spent these last 12 months recuperating from his injuries. He's endured numerous operations as well as a grueling physical rehabilitation regimen. Last Memorial Day, I wrote how Florence, Ky. had honored him with a Brandon Bailey Day. I was honored and tickled pink to be there in attendance to meet Brandon and his wife, Kristie.

I've kept in touch with Brandon's and Kristie's grandparents; Jim and Christine. Jim has been emailing me updates with Brandon's progress. Over Christmas, he emailed a picture that is more precious than gold. I requested permission from Jim to post on here so that you all could see what your prayers wrought. Jim had to ask Brandon first before giving me the go ahead. In typical man fashion, he wanted to make sure that I had a good picture of him.

I don't know if I would call it good... what do you all think? Is it good or not?...


What follows is a picture and a story which demonstrates how amazing our troops are. Go HERE now, follow the links to the original events, and then marvel at the progress of another of our finest. Go, go!

I so believe in miracles.