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I was personally very touched by this inspiring story as I watched it on
television last night (2/27/07); especially after I experienced a life altering injury which took me 2 years to recover from.
What I want to ask you is...
If you can't help out with the helmets, below for our military men, can
you volunteer or help our returning soldiers who are recovering with extreme traumatic brain injury?
Here are some links!
Check them out, I know that my family will be searching for a way we can help!
Remember - extreme or traumatic physical injuries can have a deep impact on mental health!
What is Operation Helmet?
Founded in 2003 by Dr. Robert H. Meaders whose grandson is an active duty Marine in Iraq, Operation Helmet is a nonpartisan 501(c)(3) organization dedicated
to providing safer helmet pad upgrade kits to the troops in Iraq & Afghanistan.
To date, more than 6,000 kits have been shipped to the troops in the field.


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It's very simple & very
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when you've reached this point, or this website, you know you're making
progress!!!! this part gets difficult because now is the time to look within & become emotionally honest with yourself!!!
Best of luck & if you're
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Sincerely,
Kathleen



Another Perspective of Being Alone
Kathleen Howe
I have wonderful memories of roaming
the beautiful fields and woods of southern New Hampshire. We lived in a very small town right along the border of Haverhill,
Massachusetts and there were endless opportunities for exploration of nature where our home was situated. I would find myself
just walking into a meadow, laying down on my back to search the sky for clouds that looked like images of something. Picking
them out after turning them in different directions, pondering their likenesses and naming them gleefully; I remember enjoying
this time of being alone with nature - with God.
There were the tiniest of corners of my mind that caused me moments of
fear - is someone lurking behind me - spying on me - only to jump atop me and cause me harm? But those moments were fleeting
because then was a different time than it is now - today. In the present moment - I believe that there are places in the world
that are safe from this fear - but those places are remote and difficult to find. It seems that danger has touched places
that never dreamed of being close to any violent agency. But mostly those fearful moments allowed me a certain cautious vigilance
that forced me to be aware of what I heard, saw and smelled immediately around me.
Awareness was a good thing. My life was turbulent. Inside my guts were always churning with upsetting thoughts and questions. I had
no peace of mind or feelings of trust, security or stability. I was in a constant whirlwind of using negative coping mechanism
to keep my sanity. It was these short and more few and far between moments with nature that caused me to feel one with my
Lord and nature. It was these calm moments feeling one with the grass, the sky and the wind that made me enjoy being alone and without distractions.
Being at the beach, with the Atlantic Ocean, Hampton Beach - was the best
of all times. As a teenager, there couldn't have been a better place for me to just stow away, blending in with the bodies,
shining, the heat level illuminating brown legs, bellies and backs. I listened to the ocean, the water, coming in and going
out, continual, the breeze caressing me and causing me to experience calm - it was my absolute favorite aloneness. I could
be one with it all. I could be the wave, lapping the shore, sliding against the ocean's sandy floor, coming in and touching
the dry sand, the softest sand and washing the shells that lined the shore causing their brilliance to be announced to the
world.
I loved the ocean. The huge rocks that lined most of the shoreline
in New Hampshire were another wonder to me. On the coolest of days I could maneuver myself into a small alcove of solid rock,
laying flat against the hardness of the earth, absorbing the warmth that the sun had saved just for me. I soaked it up. The
sun, the water and the rocks and sand energized me. I was the salt breeze, floating over it all, tasting it, smelling it,
and feeling the stickiness on my skin - it was therapeutic and restored my faith in the Lord. Who could deny there was God
when resting their soul upon the shoreline?
I moved from my parents house
at the age of eighteen to live with my husband, 2000 miles away from my friends and family. I had
no time living alone. And while I continued to live in
turmoil almost my entire adult lifetime; I have wondered from time to time when I will have my opportunity to experience living
alone. My mother has been living alone for some time, off and on since the divorce from
my father. She never remarried. She refused to just "live with" a man. She was forced to live by herself from time to time
without a room mate or without her parents; with whom she lived ten years with down in Florida.
My grandfather had Altheimer's
and my grandmother helped her take care of him. When he died my grandmother couldn't cope with
being alone after 62 years of marriage. About a year later she began to give up on life. My mother worked and my grandmother
chose to stay home alone instead of getting involved with any senior groups or just getting
out on her own. Her loneliness for my grandfather ate her up inside. She quit eating. When she died, my mother was alone again for awhile.
I believed that my mother would have always like to live alone, but it was of a financial benefit that she took in a room mate. I might be wrong about it though.
She sold her house in Florida a few years after my grandparents both died and she moved to Wyoming to live with my sister,
her husband and three boys. She said she felt that she was "needed" there. She had a need to be needed. She was always busy,
useful and wanting to do something to help others, but she wasn't a volunteer type of woman. I wonder if she truly got to
know herself when she lived alone, or now that she lives in the garage apartment above my
sister's garage.
I remember an old woman named Lucy Farnsworth that lived on North Avenue
in Haverhill. She had an old mutt named Rusty. She was an artist and a true New Englander. She lived with Rusty in the upstairs
apartment of the big white house at the top of the hill on North Avenue. She gave my sister art lessons and went to the same
church that we did. We adopted her as a grandmotherly type into our lives and she came and went freely about us. I loved to
spend time with her as she was an independent and unusual character. She told me stories of New England and she knew the best
hole in the wall places to get a lobster or clam roll.
Lucy Farnsworth knew herself so well. She seemed at peace in her old New
Englander sort of way - an old soul living beyond her years - back in the early 1970's washing her plastic wraps after using
it to reuse it again, and her baggies as well. She saved and recycled and just as I have enjoyed, used old used up articles
to make new art with. It's inspiring to make something old into something new. She never married. Lucy
lived a long life alone. I just wonder about people who do that. I often hope that I have the opportunity to discover
what that's like. It sounds horrible to say something like that when you're married with kids and dogs and grandchildren -
but it's my truth. It's difficult to get to know yourself really well when you're living in chaos.
I feel the value in being alone. There is no
hiding. I suppose that being alone forces one to see themselves, faults and all, out in
the open of their living room with nowhere to hide. Looking in the mirror and talking to ones' self is the true sense of creativity.
Finding the truth of your being must be the pinnacle of ones' life. I try now to find that sense, but as I already stated
- it's so difficult when everyone is pulling you in different directions and there is NO time alone.
I long for it.
I implore you that if this is your situation right now - you're alone;
living alone in the world - that you take the time as a positive adventure. Honor yourself in the most beautiful of ways in
learning who you are and what you truly need and want in life. Be able to sit alone in your thoughts and in your conversations
with your self. Utilize the stillness of the moment because there may be times in your life - perhaps very soon - that you
are never alone again. Then you will always be serving someone else. You will always be hearing someone elses' wishes and
wants and needs and you tend to ignore your own. There never seems to be time for yourself. When you're always with others
- you do what others want to do. You fight for the five minutes alone in the bathroom and sometimes you never get it. It's
when you're alone in private that people want to see you and talk to you the most. Believe me.
There's a sense of peace in being alone. Find out what it is you need
to learn in your aloneness. Then write about it, talk about it, share it somehow with someone who is never alone. They'll
admire you and resent you at the same time for it all. But maybe it will cause that busy person to get some alone time no
matter what it takes to get it. We all need it. We just need to know how to manage it. Just like everything else in the world
... we need to be in control of our own lives, retaining our own power and wholeness. If you're living in a city where it
seems you can never be alone... make a tent in your bedroom with your sheets and stay under there for an hour in the morning.
Dream, and hope and say your wishes out loud. Talk to yourself and listen to your favorite music. Remind yourself that you
are an important person and you need to be alone now and then to remind yourself of that.



Home alone: the stunted lives of military wives
Home Fires Burning: Married to the Military--For Better or
Worse By Karen Houppert Ballantine Books, $24.95
It all starts with that uniform.
"I have uniform syndrome," Heather Atherton says. "I'm not proud of it. I see a guy in uniform, though & I think they look 10 times better. They're clean-cut & they always have a job."
When Heather married 24-year-old
Army Specialist Kris Atherton, only 8 weeks after they first met (she was pregnant), she
also instantly achieved a level of financial security that she had never known growing up in a
small town in Kansas, where her single mother worked 2 jobs.
Some of the perks of being married
to the military include free medical care, free housing, free utilities, free marital counseling, free drug counseling, free alcohol counseling, free financial advice, subsidized childcare, food & other necessities sold at cost, tuition assistance, free gym membership,
free pool membership & free swimming lessons for the kids. Movie tickets at the base theater cost only $2.50. What could
possibly be wrong with this picture?
Plenty, says Karen Houppert, a Village
Voice writer who spent 2 years interviewing a group of wives living at cold, windswept Fort Drum army base in upstate New
York, as well as wives at other bases around the country. Her reporting reaches from the last days of the war in Afghanistan
into the 1st year of the invasion of Iraq & provides an essential & much overlooked view inside Planet Military.

"The big hidden cost for service
members, of course, is that they may go to war & die," says Houppert. Or if they don't die, they could go to war &
not come home for a year or two. Or they could come back maimed: Kris Atherton returned from Iraq w/an amputated arm &
a case of Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome.
Houppert's account of life
as a military wife strips the veneer off of headlines announcing American casualties in Iraq & exposes the toll war takes on families at home. But more than just a chronicle of war widows' grief, her book shows us how day by day these spouses earn the right to boast, as it says on a Fort Bragg minivan bumper sticker:
"Army wife: the toughest
job in the Army."
Military spouses cope w/childcare
hassles, teenage moodiness, car pools, lawn care - all the same challenges parents face in the civilian world. Only they do it alone. For months at a time - all the
while never knowing if their husbands will make it back safely.
The lives of families on the
170 military bases are, as Houppert describes it, closely prescribed by a "labyrinth of rules." At Fort Drum, home to 8,800
family members & 11,000 soldiers, a 129-page "Resident's Guide to Family Housing" spells out prohibitions against the
use of clotheslines, trampolines, fences, waterbeds, ceiling fans, gardens & wallpaper borders (except
by special dispensation).
Grass must be kept below 4"
in height. Kool-Aid shouldn't be served near carpeted areas. Children can't leave toys on the sidewalks. Holiday lights may
be lit only from dusk until 10 p.m. & should be removed by the second week in January. Dogs must have an identifying microchip
inserted in their ears & there's a 2 pet maximum.

Even the logistics & protocol
of death & military burial are carefully orchestrated down to the dress blue uniforms worn by the casualty notification officers, or "notifiers," to every sentence
they utter, to the brand new 70,000-square-foot morgue built in Dover, Del., with room for 380 military caskets.
The other hidden cost for
soldiers & their families "is a demand that they surrender self-determination to the institution." Handbooks for military
wives suggest that they shouldn't complain to husbands overseas because it's their responsibility to help strengthen their spouses' morale.
By maintaining a happy home, wives are being patriots & doing their bit for the country, the military & their husbands' careers. Not until
1988 did the DOD stop the practice of incorporating commentaries on a wife's behavior in her husband's job review, but there's
still overt disapproval when the authorities find Mrs. GI Joe failing to put his career first.
Realizing that their soldiers
aren't going to be happy unless their families are, the Army has tried to provide support thru its Army Family Team Building
program. But such programs go only so far in countering the loneliness & isolation that comes w/being a military spouse.

There are, i.e., Family Readiness
Groups (FRGs) which function as support groups for military wives.
FRGs engage in such morale-boosting activities as raising money to send supplies to soldiers & organizing phone trees
to keep wives totally up to date about unit mobilizations.
Wives often volunteer as much as 40 hours a week at their local FRG - partly because they can't get paying jobs. Military bases are located in
remote areas where skilled jobs are scarce; even when employment is available, families are transferred from base to base so frequently that it's hard for wives to keep jobs.
Also, the husbands' long absences
mean that neither parent would be home to provide child care were the wife working outside the home. Given these 3 factors, very few military wives are able to develop meaningful careers.
Some of them find a sense
of community, self-worth & patriotism when they volunteer at their FRGs, but others who happen to have jobs or choose to volunteer off base, feel pressured to participate. When one army wife Houppert profiled criticized her FRG in the "Military Spouse" column of Fort Drum's local
paper, she was treated like a heretic.
But the greatest sin is to
speak out against any war to which the troops may be assigned. Houppert had trouble convincing wives who opposed the Iraq
war to talk to her because they didn't want their views published.
Being anti-war is a gateway
drug to that other seditious offense, Hurting Your Husband's Career. One former female soldier
told Houppert that people were afraid to criticize any army policy in the post newspaper. "It's ironic that we're charged with defending all these freedoms we're denied as members of the military."
Interestingly, Houppert dispenses
with the question of male military spouses in her introduction, where she argues that 94%
of military spouses are wives. Still, I find this omission significant in light of the rising numbers of women in the military
& newsmagazine cover stories asking what happens when mom goes to war.
As of 2002, (according to the Women's Research & Education Institute) 15% of U.S. service
personnel were women & approximately 10% of U.S. forces deployed in Iraq & Afghanistan
are women.
The most chilling chapter
in Home Fires Burning describes the serious problem with domestic violence on the base, or to use yet another military euphemism, the "spousal aggression issue."
It turns out that the rate
of domestic violence in the military is 2 to 5 times higher than in the civilian population. Houppert
goes back to the country's largest military base, Fort Bragg, N.C., where in the summer of 2002 - 4 wives were murdered, allegedly
by their husbands or ex-husbands, in a 6 week period.
That summer of 2002, it was
statistically more dangerous to be an army wife than a Fort Bragg soldier. Houppert tells the lesser-known story of Tabitha
Croom, a former stripper who was murdered in 1999 at Fort Bragg. The evidence pointed to Croom's Special Forces boyfriend,
but in a classically oxymoronic case of "military justice," the murder was never prosecuted & the suspect was honorably discharged.
Croom's case is one of so
many that prove that the military justice system is built on an inherent conflict of interest. "Military courts-martial were created with a primary goal: maintaining control in the ranks. Justice was secondary," writes Houppert.
Karen Houppert was 14 in June
1977 when her 36-year-old father's T-33 airplane crashed into a potato field outside Brussels on a routine mission, a searing
experience which has given her a special kind of emotional access to her subjects. She does an excellent job of capturing
the hardships they face.
Yet Houppert doesn't spend
much time on the many women (& some men) who willingly chose to marry into the military
& are proud of the sacrifices they make. Houppert has given us an important & wrenching coming-of-age story Of an entire sector of women who, because their husbands chose such an honorable profession, are often prohibited from "being all that they can be."
Clara Bingham is the author of Women on the Hill and co-author of Class Action.
COPYRIGHT 2005 Washington Monthly Company COPYRIGHT 2005 Gale Group




What Women Really Want by Emuna Braverman
Men, it's really very simple: our deepest desire is to be loved. Here's how to do it.
Like men, women certainly want admiration & respect, but our deepest desire is to be loved. As the Chazon Ish, a prominent rabbi of the last century, wrote,
"A woman's nature is
to find favor in her husband's eyes."
A woman's nature
may also be to run big corporations I'm not suggesting anything limiting or demeaning, only that love & accolades from our partner is what nourishes & sustains us & our marriages.
We may want our
husbands to appreciate the clever way we negotiated that last deal or the creative way we
redecorated the living room, but love trumps all.
We'll forgive many minor transgressions if we have that sense of being treasured, of being cared for. And conversely, nothing is more devastating than the suspicion that we've forfeited our husband's good will.
Men may think "Didn't I tell her yesterday that I loved her?" "Didn't I take her out for our anniversary?" "Is there any limit to the amount of reassurance a woman needs?"
The wise husband
knows that the answer is no. And the smallest oversight can lead to vulnerability & insecurity. A friend of mine in a wonderful marriage shared this silly but illuminating story with me. Her husband always behaves in
a very chivalrous manner & walks around & opens the car door for her. Does she
need him to? Certainly not. Does she even always like it when he does? Not really.
But the other night
when he didn't...she reminded herself that he was tired. He pointed out that the door was already
unlocked. She focused on the fact that they were desperately escaping a house full of over-excited & unusually demanding children. Yet she was still hurt & felt threatened.
She still had to
talk it over with her husband & be reminded that it wasn't a commentary on her marriage or her husband's feelings for her. And as trivial as that story may sound, I know she's not alone. I know she's more
typical than not.
That's why Rabbi
Aaron Feldman writes in his book, The River, The Kettle & The Bird, "It is unconscionable to give her even the slightest
grounds for this suspicion."
Moving beyond this
negative injunction, men need to constantly express & demonstrate their love.
How?
Thru gratitude. "Thank you for dinner." "Thank you for watching the kids." "Thank you for paying the bills." "Thank you
for being there for me." "Thank you for brightening up my day."
Thru praise. "That was a delicious dessert." "I like how you decorated the living room." "Our
children are a real credit to you." "You handled that situation at work very diplomatically."
Thru care & consideration. No matter how accomplished we are, no matter how many tasks we can accomplish on our own, we like to have someone taking care of us, looking out for us, (dare I say) protecting us.
I don't
need my husband to kill bugs for me (although I do prefer he handle the occasional rodent who mistakes
our home for his!) but I do like him to assuage my fears & anxieties (call me wimp or call me honest) & I know I'm not alone.
When
Yaakov fears war with his brother Esau, he places his wives & children in a safer position near
the back of the group. His wives are the mothers of the whole Jewish people. They've shaped who we are today. They had characters
that we admire & attempt to emulate. And they took the protected position in the back.
Thru really
listening. There's nothing more frustrating than talking to your husband & feeling like he's a million miles away. Whether at the office or at the breakfast
table, men have to make the effort to refocus when their wives are speaking.
If
it was an important business contact, you'd refocus pretty quickly; your wife is your most important contact of all. I used to repeat myself over & over until I finally got a response.
I've
learned to say it once & then ask immediately for feedback, "Did you hear that idea or should I say it again?" Women want
to be seen (& complimented on how they look) & desperately need to be heard.
Thru clear
words & eye contact: "I love you."
And thru physical affection.
An aspect of feeling
loved is feeling desired. It's Marriage 101 that if your wife asks you if she looks fat, the answer is ALWAYS no. Even
if she's expecting triplets! There is NO mitzvah of honesty in this situation. But more than that, while "You don't look fat" is certainly better than "You could use to lose
a few pounds," "You always look beautiful to me" is best of all. "No
matter what you weigh, I'll always find you attractive" is also good. And don't stop there. "I
like the way that dress looks on you." "Those are great colors." "That's a good style for you." Even an appreciative smile goes a long way.
Because a woman's
desire is to be loved, criticism can be overwhelming. It's hard for women to be objective & see a piece of "helpful advice" as one small part of a generally loving picture.
For most wives,
one piece of criticism from their husbands makes them feel like the rug has been pulled out from under
them, like their foundation is shaken. If a small lack of attention makes a woman feel that her marriage is at risk, how much
more so a harsh, critical word?
Some husbands think it's their job to help their wives grow thru constant, constructive criticism. Wrong. Not only will your wife not grow, she'll be destroyed & your
marriage will be too.
Once in a while
(my husband hasn't found one yet!) there's a situation that needs to be addressed. It must be handled with love, gentleness & caring & more love, gentleness & caring in order for a woman to hear the issue & be able to respond appropriately.
What do women really want?
King Arthur of Camelot sums up the Torah position nicely. After he expresses his frustration that all his learning at the feet of the greatest magician, Merlin, hasn't taught him anything about marriage, the
king sings, "The way to handle a woman is to love her, simply love her, merely love her, love her, love her."
Author Biography: Emuna Braverman has a law degree from the University
of Toronto & a Masters in Psychology from Pepperdine Univ. She lives w/her husband & 9 children in Los Angeles where
they both work for Aish HaTorah. When she isn't writing for the internet or taking care of her family, Emuna teaches classes
on Judaism, organizes gourmet kosher cooking groups & hosts many shabbos guests.
This article can also be read at: http://www.aish.com/family/marriage/What_Women_Really_Want.asp



The Fear of Being Alone - By Margaret Paul, Ph.D.
Gina consulted with me because her marriage was falling
apart. She'd discovered that her husband was having yet another affair & when he was with her, he was either angry or withdrawn. She had requested numerous times that he join her in couples therapy, but he had no interest in healing their relationship.
Gina was financially independent & could easily leave. Their children were all adults. There was nothing to keep her in this marriage. Yet she was still
there.
“Gina, why are you staying in this marriage?”
“Because I’m afraid to be alone.”
I hear this time & time
again from both men & women. Why are so many people afraid to be alone?
The underlying cause of the fear of being alone is self-abandonment.
Imagine yourself
as a baby being left alone – a terrifying situation. As a tiny child, you can't take care of yourself. You can't
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