“There is a high possibility that you won’t be able to do at 70 what you were doing at 40 that you won’t be physically capable of performing the same tasks with the same ease and velocity.” Originally published by Anna Catherine: Blog Down and Out in the 21st
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My time of the year, rainy season!! Living in a tropical country means adjusting to having only two seasons, dry and wet. For me the rainy season is the most enjoyable time of the year. The weather is cooler, always a slight cooling breeze during the day and night. Like most of the homes in Nicaragua mine has an old-fashioned tin roof, which to me is the best sleep aid ever during rainy season. When I was a kid growing up I spent a lot of time on the farm of my mother’s parents. The farm was up in the Blue Ridge Mountains, specifically not far from a little place called Burke’s Fork, Va. It too had a tin roof, and my sleeping quarters was the loft room, which was small, but still roomy directly under that old tin roof by only a few feet. When it was raining hard it was a bit loud on the ears, but when it was a slow, gentle rain it was the most relaxing, soothing sound in the world. Even though it has been about 60 years since those days, I still experience those same feeling of being at peace with the world, and myself, when I am laying down listening to the rain pattering on my roof.
My point here is everyone should slow down their life, take a long look at yourself asking “What are the small things that would make life better for me?” Is it a tin roof beating to a gentle rain? We all go through life wanting to be successful, get ahead in our professions, and take care of our loved ones. While traveling that road of life we tend to forget to also take care of our self! We forget those small things we felt, enjoyed and experienced when we were kids because now we are adults with responsibilities. I suggest to you that take a few minutes of honest self-evaluation, then you will remember, and maybe find a few new, small things that would make life much more enjoyable. Something like my old tin roof…..
john T’s words of wisdom….Learned the hard way, but no less enjoyable at this time
The days of true news reporting is long past. I wonder if we shall ever again see the likes of Richard Hubbell, Douglas Edwards, John Cameron Swayze, Edward R. Murrow, Chet Huntley, David Brinkley, Walter Cronkite, Tom Brokaw, Peter Jennings, and the outspoken Howard K. Smith.
The Society of Professional Journalists Preamble of the Code of Ethics, oh yes, believe it or not they do have one, states:
“Members of the Society of Professional Journalists believe that public enlightenment is the forerunner of justice and the foundation of democracy. The duty of the journalist is to further those ends by seeking truth and providing a fair and comprehensive account of events and issues. Conscientious journalists from all media and specialties strive to serve the public with thoroughness and honesty. Professional integrity is the cornerstone of a journalist’s credibility. Members of the Society share a dedication to ethical behavior and adopt this code to declare the Society’s principles and standards of practice.”
Their Code of Ethics consists of 5 sections, including the above Preamble, which when you see the titles of each section will at least get a chuckle out of you if not a full belly laugh. Those sections are titled as follows: Seek the Truth and Report It, Minimize Harm, Act Independently, and Be Accountable. If you are not laughing by now you just have no sense of humor in your soul. Now I grant you that each and every one of those icon reporters mentioned above on occasion managed to stumble and violate some, if not all, of these stated ethics. However, I think that in most instances of their long careers they managed to follow them quite well.
Now for my point in all of this! Specifically, the ongoing current event in Ferguson, Mo. Without recapping and rehashing all the reporting about this incident, I am going to ask you briefly read this so-called Code of Ethics, and then ask yourself the same thing I keep asking myself. “What the Hell?”