White Sox visit Walter Reed Hospital
Chicago players meet injured war veterans in DC
By Scott Merkin / MLB.com
BALTIMORE -- Scott Linebrink was joined by teammates Mark Buehrle, Jim Thome, John Danks, Horacio Ramirez and Javier Vazquez during a Tuesday morning visit to war veterans being treated at Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington, D.C.
The journey took about 40 minutes from the team's Baltimore hotel and lasted approximately 90 minutes, as the players spent time with the valiant individuals who had proudly served the United States.
"Incredible, incredible," said Thome of the visit. "Linebrink set it up and asked us to go, and I didn't really know what to expect or what was going to happen.
"It was very emotional. It made you really appreciate what those guys have gone through. They are basically doing it for our country. It's very heartwarming to see. They've put their lives on the line for us. Words can't describe it."
Linebrink originally became associated with such a cause through his days with the Padres, as San Diego would host members of the armed forces on Sunday's. The reliever also began visits to Walter Reed, as set up by the Padres.
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Friday, November 02, 2007
Citizen Soldier
3 Doors Down have a video up for Citizen Soldier over at the National Guard website. The CD will be released early next year. I think they are absolutely my favorite band. I've seen them in concert twice, once in Tinley Park and once in Peoria.
Beyond the boundries of your city's lights.
Stand the heroes waiting for your cries.
So many times you did not bring this on yourself.
When the moment finally comes, I'll be there to help.
On that day, when you need your brothers and sisters to care. I'll be right here.
Citizen soldiers.
Holding the life of the ones that we guide from the dark of despair.
Standing on guard for the ones that we've sheltered.
We'll always be ready because we will always be there.
When there are people crying in the streets
When they're starving for a meal to eat
When they simply need a place to make their beds
Right here underneath my wing you can rest your head
On that day when you need your brothers and sisters to care I'll be right here
Citizen soldiers.
Holding the life of the ones that we guide from the dark of despair.
Standing on guard for the ones that we've sheltered.
We'll always be ready because we will always be there.
Hope and pray that you never need me but rest assured, I will not let you down
I walk beside you but you may not see me
The strongest among you may not wear a crown
On that day when you need your brothers and sisters to care I'll be right here
On that day when you don't have a street for the burden you bare I'll be right here
Citizen soldiers holding the life of the ones that need guide from the dark of despair
Standing on guard for the ones that need shelter
We'll always be ready because we will always be there
Beyond the boundries of your city's lights.
Stand the heroes waiting for your cries.
So many times you did not bring this on yourself.
When the moment finally comes, I'll be there to help.
On that day, when you need your brothers and sisters to care. I'll be right here.
Citizen soldiers.
Holding the life of the ones that we guide from the dark of despair.
Standing on guard for the ones that we've sheltered.
We'll always be ready because we will always be there.
When there are people crying in the streets
When they're starving for a meal to eat
When they simply need a place to make their beds
Right here underneath my wing you can rest your head
On that day when you need your brothers and sisters to care I'll be right here
Citizen soldiers.
Holding the life of the ones that we guide from the dark of despair.
Standing on guard for the ones that we've sheltered.
We'll always be ready because we will always be there.
Hope and pray that you never need me but rest assured, I will not let you down
I walk beside you but you may not see me
The strongest among you may not wear a crown
On that day when you need your brothers and sisters to care I'll be right here
On that day when you don't have a street for the burden you bare I'll be right here
Citizen soldiers holding the life of the ones that need guide from the dark of despair
Standing on guard for the ones that need shelter
We'll always be ready because we will always be there
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Memorial Day
I was putting off doing a Memorial Day Tribute because I didn't know what to say or do. I'm not very eloquent, I wasn't able to attend any celebrations today, I don't know anyone in the service or who was in the service. I don't know what to say. But it occurred to me, that as I read the news from around the world: Women Gang-Raped in Darfur, Venezuelan Government Shuts Down Independent TV Station, rockets fired at Israel and so many other stories that its the sacrifices of so many men and women that keep that from happening here. Its their sacrifice that allows me to go to work and not have to worry that I'll be attacked by roving bands of terrorists, and their sacrifice that allows me to turn on my TV and get the news and see the opinions I want, and allows me to go to church without fear of reprisals. What better tribute is there to those untold numbers who have sacrificed so much than the freedom of 300 million people?
Its my hope that on this day every single one of those 300 million took a moment to truly appreciate the freedom that we enjoy.
God bless them all.
Its my hope that on this day every single one of those 300 million took a moment to truly appreciate the freedom that we enjoy.
God bless them all.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Monday, June 05, 2006
Night Watch
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.
"Your son is here," she said to the old man.
She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened. Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent.
He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength.
Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.
Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night. Along towards dawn, the old man died.The Marine released the now lifeless hand hehad been holding and went to tell the nurse.
While she did what she had to do, he waited. Finally, she returned.
She started to offer words of sympathy,but the Marine interrupted her.
"Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled,"He was your father" she answered.
"No, he wasn't,"the Marine replied."I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something whenI took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake,but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me. I stayed."
As always,this Marine fulfilled a duty.
God bless our troops.
The next time someone needs you...be there.Stay. You'll be glad you did.
For I, the LORD your God, will hold your right hand, Saying to you, "Fear not, I will help you."- Isaiah 41:13
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"Your son is here," she said to the old man.
She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened. Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent.
He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength.
Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.
Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night. Along towards dawn, the old man died.The Marine released the now lifeless hand hehad been holding and went to tell the nurse.
While she did what she had to do, he waited. Finally, she returned.
She started to offer words of sympathy,but the Marine interrupted her.
"Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled,"He was your father" she answered.
"No, he wasn't,"the Marine replied."I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something whenI took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake,but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me. I stayed."
As always,this Marine fulfilled a duty.
God bless our troops.
The next time someone needs you...be there.Stay. You'll be glad you did.
For I, the LORD your God, will hold your right hand, Saying to you, "Fear not, I will help you."- Isaiah 41:13
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About Me
- catholicandgop
- Catholic and politically conservative, I graduated with a BA in History (concentration in American) and Political Science. I'm between two parishes; one in Wisconsin that is fairly traditional, and one in Illinois that is fairly liberal. I teach CCD. I work in the food service industry, which basically means I'm working in fast food until I find a better job. I'd like to work for the church somehow. Right now I'm working on getting my teaching certification, although I'm unsure thats the correct path for me. This blog is as random as I am. I hope you enjoy.
