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On a warm, sunny, early Spring day, in March of 2009, we were rear ended sitting at a red light at the bottom of a hill. That impact forever changed our lives. This is the story of a young teenage girl who was excelling in 9th grade, a freshman taking college prep classes with a goal of being a veterinarian. After the accident, she was not able to read for 7 months. Fifteen months later, words on a page, pictures, people, all of life remains a blur and the specialists are beginning to utter the word brain injury.
We have exhausted what our area has to offer medically. Emily went to the emergency room Last Updated (Tuesday, 08 June 2010 08:43)
My country, 'tis of Thee, Sweet Land of Liberty Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountain side Let Freedom ring.
My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills, My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet Freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong.
Our fathers' God to Thee, Author of Liberty, To thee we sing, Long may our land be bright With Freedom's holy light, Protect us by thy might Great God, our King.
Our glorious Land to-day, 'Neath Education's sway, Soars upward still. Its hills of learning fair, Whose bounties all may share, behold them everywhere On vale and hill!
Thy safeguard, Liberty, The school shall ever be, Our Nation's pride! No tyrant hand shall smite, While with encircling might All here are taught the Right With Truth allied.
Beneath Heaven's gracious will The stars of progress still Our course do sway; In unity sublime To broader heights we climb, Triumphant over Time, God speeds our way!
Grand birthright of our sires, Our altars and our fires Keep we still pure! Our starry flag unfurled, The hope of all the world, In peace and light impearled, God hold secure!
Last Updated (Thursday, 01 July 2010 10:58)
Father and I went down to camp, Along with Captain Gooding; And there we saw the men and boys, As thick as hasty pudding.
Yankee doodle, keep it up, Yankee doodle dandy; Mind the music and the step, And with the girls be handy.
There was Captain Washington Upon a slapping stallion, A-giving orders to his men, I guess there was a million.
And then the feathers on his hat, They looked so' tarnal fin-a, I wanted pockily to get To give to my Jemima.
And then we saw a swamping gun, Large as a log of maple; Upon a deuced little cart, A load for father's cattle.
And every time they shoot it off, It takes a horn of powder; It makes a noise like father's gun, Only a nation louder.
I went as nigh to one myself, As' Siah's underpinning; And father went as nigh agin, I thought the deuce was in him.
We saw a little barrel, too, The heads were made of leather; They knocked upon it with little clubs, And called the folks together.
And there they'd fife away like fun, And play on cornstalk fiddles, And some had ribbons red as blood, All bound around their middles.
The troopers, too, would gallop up And fire right in our faces; It scared me almost to death To see them run such races.
Uncle Sam came there to change Some pancakes and some onions, For' lasses cake to carry home To give his wife and young ones.
But I can't tell half I see They kept up such a smother; So I took my hat off, made a bow, And scampered home to mother.
Cousin Simon grew so bold, I thought he would have cocked it; It scared me so I streaked it off, And hung by father's pocket.
And there I saw a pumpkin shell, As big as mother's basin; And every time they touched it off, They scampered like the nation.
Yankee doodle, keep it up, Yankee doodle dandy; Mind the music and the step, And with the girls be handy. Last Updated (Thursday, 01 July 2010 11:00)
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God Bless the USA Lyrics by Lee Greenwood If tomorrow all the things were gone I'd worked for all my life, And I had to start again with just my children and my wife, I'd thank my lucky stars to be living here today, 'Cause the flag still stands for freedom and they can't take that away. I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free, And I won't forget the men who died who gave that right to me, And I gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today, 'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God Bless the U.S.A. From the lakes of Minnesota to the hills of Tennessee, Across the plains of Texas from sea to shining sea. From Detroit down to Houston and New York to L.A., There's pride in every American heart and it's time we stand and say: I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free, And I won't forget the men who died who gave that right to me, And I gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today, 'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God Bless the U.S.A.
Last Updated (Saturday, 05 June 2010 15:52)
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines in the stream: 'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country should leave us no more! Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved home and the war's desolation! Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust." And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Last Updated (Thursday, 01 July 2010 11:00)
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