Life Preserved in Word

  Organ donation is a beautiful invitation for us to help others desperately in need it may be an intimate and precious gift amongst family and close friends who may be more family than a family can be But many donors remain anonymous and are living heroes of unprejudiced compassion and others no longer with us who thought one day they may be in a situation that would take them away and thus wished to leave a few parts behind and who through foresight and selflessness had previously joined the donor list       © David Girard 11/03/19

  Oldest of soul and wisdom. Biggest in kindness and heart. This is your birthday. Take it all in. Embrace God's love and joy, Then share with your kin.   © David Girard 12/03/15

  I was young and totally in control between the out of control train wrecks my ego took over, and common sense soon vanished to leave me uncontrollable   Got married and had a handful of children who at times were adorably uncontrollable Lived healthy as I could - knock on wood and improved my diet as I should but sometimes fell ill eating healthy and good uncontrollable   one thing I can control is when to laugh as I begin real slow until it creeps way down low and my belly laughs uncontrollable   © David Girard 12/01/20  

  I couldn't find my lucky pot, but that's okay. As I’m sad to say I won’t be with you today. The weather is over me – what can I say? Don’t mess with nature’s mother – that’s what they say. My eyes are somewhat gooey, and my nose is too thankfully it’s only a cold and not the effing flu. I’m rather sad and experience different shades of blue for I won’t be laughing and supping with the likes of you.   Thanks for all the help when the sidewalk hit me in the face it was just a flesh wound, so I’m as good as okay and hope to settle that score in May.   Who thought that in the cupboard, my pot would stay? My lucky pot has a rather appealing ring I rap it on my head so we in harmony sing but my unlucky head makes me squeal and squawk when I trip and bounce it off the concrete sidewalk.   Enjoy your lucky pots!   © David Girard 12/05/19

Cradle Catholic to Fallen away Catholic to Practising Catholic to Fallen away Catholic to... Is there one God of all faiths?   God only knows. A virgin can’t bear a child.   I love Jesus.   It seems kind of strange to me if this and other events are explained away as mysteries.   Anything that appears improbable, impossible or inexplicable can be understood or misunderstood mysteriously.   It’s obvious there is a Holy Catholic Church but I’m unable to fully believe in the Holy Catholic Church.   It seems a sin to confess to sins that I don’t think of as sins.   I know hell on earth but I doubt there is a hell in the afterlife.   The only way to tell is to earn my way to hell but I’m too lazy.   Heaven seems like a wonderful destination that can only be realized upon death which appears to be the only guarantee.   How to live with it?   © David Girard 14/05/15

  November 22nd, 1963 Approx. 12:00 noon Sacred Heart Elementary School Victoria B.C. I can't remember my teachers' name, so I'll call her Sister Annie.  Annie  old Sister will do! Sister Annie said she has an important announcement. She proceeded  to tell us of the assignation of U.S. President Kennedy amidst gentle  sobs and tears from her and a few others, perhaps because they had  met or were related to him. I was three months shy of turning seven  years old, which was considered the age of reasoning, so it doesn't  seem unreasonable that I was only a little bit upset about the death of  another country's leader. Sister Annie told us, U.S. President Kennedy  is Catholic, and I thought that was kind of neat, but when she said that  we were getting the rest of the day off, I liked him even more. Now on  the way from school to the bus stop, I make a quick stop at the winery  to beg, borrow or borrow without aski...