The McCarty Metro - My Final Thought

I would like to welcome our newest subscriber from France. His name is Haladji. Welcome to our family.

Congratulations to Jerry & Mike who both won M&M Awards from the Metro for their articles they submit.

As noted on the Mixology page, we have a new member of the staff. Welcome once again Gwenda. Chrissy Spafford is going to head up our outdoors section which will start next month, along with a arts/crafts/scrap booking page with Margaret McCarty. I hope other subscribers like Gwenda and Chrissy join the staff. It's easy, just submit an article or two by the deadline, or e-mail me with your ideas, and we can work out a page for you.

With St. Patrick's Day upcoming, I wanted to leave you all with this Irish Blessing.

May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And the rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Happy Saint Patrick's Day

Don't forget to register for the Dan McCarty Golf Classic on June 10. If you can't golf, the Lupus Alliance, and all the McCartys would appreciate any donation you would like to make to the cause. You can do so by going to the Lupus website. At the bottom of the page is the opportunity to make a donation.

Finally, spring is right around the corner. I hope the warmer weather brings everyone good health. My final thought is an email I received that really hit close to home. I hope we all can take the time and spend some quality time with those that love you.

Veni, vidi, territus sum, curcurri!
-Kelly

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.

He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."

We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye.

But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,

"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.

Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."

By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.

"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.

I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."

I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway."

I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."