mercoledì 5 giugno 2013

In Turchia stà succedendo il finimondo, e in Italia di che si parla?

Foto della rivolta pacifica in Turchia, non penso ci sia altro da aggiungere!
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sabato 23 marzo 2013

Freedom



This is the kind of story you need when it seems like the world is spiraling out of control…..

Not many people get a picture of this proud bird
snuggled up next to them!

Freedom and Jeff

Freedom and I have been together 11 years this summer.
She came in as a baby in 1998 with two broken wings.
Her left wing doesn't open all the way even after surgery,
it was broken in 4 places.
She's my baby.

When Freedom came in she could not stand
and both wings were broken. She was
emaciated and covered in lice. We made the
decision to give her a chance at life, so I took
her to the vet's office. From then
on, I was always around her. We had her in a
huge dog carrier with the top off, and it
was loaded up with shredded newspaper for her to
lay in. I used to sit and talk to her,
urging her to live, to fight; and she would lay
there looking at me with those big brown eyes.
We also had to tube feed her for weeks.

This went on for 4-6 weeks, and by then she still
couldn't stand. It got to the point where the
decision was made to euthanize her
if she couldn't stand in a week. You know you don't
want to cross that line between torture and
rehab, and it looked like death was
winning. She was going to be put
down that Friday, and I was supposed to come in
on that Thursday afternoon. I didn't want to go
to the center that Thursday, because I couldn't
bear the thought of her being euthanized;
but I went anyway, and when I walked in everyone
was grinning from ear to ear. I went
immediately back to her cage; and there she was,
standing on her own, a big beautiful
eagle. She was ready to live. I was
just about in tears by then. That
was a very good day.

We knew she could never fly, so the director
asked me to glove train her.
I got her used to the glove,
and then to jesses, and we started
doing education programs for schools
in western Washington .
We wound up in the newspapers,
radio (believe it or not) and some
TV. Miracle Pets even did a show
about us.

In the spring of 2000, I was diagnosed with
non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. I had stage 3,
which is not good (one major organ plus
everywhere), so I wound up doing 8 months of
chemo. Lost the hair - the whole
bit. I missed a lot of work. When I
felt good enough, I would go to Sarvey
and take Freedom out for walks. Freedom would
also come to me in my dreams and help me fight
the cancer. This happened time and time again.

Fast forward to November 2000

The day after Thanksgiving,
I went in for my last checkup.
I was told that if the cancer was not
all gone after 8 rounds of chemo, then my last
option was a stem cell transplant. Anyway, they
did the tests; and I had to come back Monday for
the results. I went in Monday, and I was
told that all the cancer was gone.

So the first thing I did was get up to Sarvey and
take the big girl out for a walk. It was misty
and cold. I went to her flight and jessed her
up, and we went out front to the top of the
hill. I hadn't said a word to
Freedom, but somehow she knew. She looked at me
and wrapped both
her wings around me to where I
could feel them pressing in on my back
(I was engulfed in eagle wings), and she
touched my nose with her beak and stared into my
eyes, and we just stood there like that
for I don't know how long . That was a
magic moment. We have been soul mates ever
since she came in. This is a very special bird.

On a side note: I have had people who
were sick come up to us when we are out, and
Freedom has some kind of hold on
them. I once had a guy who was
terminal come up to us and
I let him hold her.
His knees just about buckled and he
swore he could feel her power course through his
body. I have so many stories like that..

I never forget the honor I have of being so close
to such a magnificent spirit as
Freedom.

Hope you enjoyed this!
Cancer is a strange cell.
You can go along for years in remission
and then one day it pops its head up again.
If you ever have it you will never be free of it.

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venerdì 18 gennaio 2013

Storie che fanno pensare


"Lascio il mio posto a chi ha famiglia"
Rinuncia al trapianto e muore


Walter Bevilacqua aveva 68 anni

Walter Bevilacqua, pastore tra le montagne dell'Ossola, aveva 68 anni. Al parroco disse: "Io sono solo, è giusto così".

RENATO BALDUCCI


"Sono solo, non ho famiglia. Lascio il mio posto a chi ha più bisogno di me. A chi ha figli e ha più diritto di vivere". Walter Bevilacqua lo aveva confessato al parroco poco tempo fa. La morte l'ha colto durante la dialisi a cui si sottoponeva ogni settimana all’ospedale San Biagio di Domodossola. Il cuore ha ceduto durante la terapia e la bara è stata portata a spalle al cimitero dagli alpini di Varzo, penne nere come lui. Dietro al feretro, le sue sorelle Mirta e Iside: "Era proprio come lo descrivono: altruista, semplice. Un gran lavoratore. Sapeva che un trapianto lo avrebbe aiutato a tirare avanti, ma si sentiva in un’età nella quale poteva farne a meno. E pensava che quel rene frutto di una donazione servisse più ad altri" racconta Iside.
Una vita piena di sacrifici, così come quelle di altri pastori di montagna, stretti alla loro terra. Solitario e altruista, nel momento più delucatio della vita ha detto no al trapianto. "Sono in molti che aspettano quest’occasione. Persone che famiglia e più diritto a vivere di me. E’ giusto così" aveva detto, con quella naturalezza che l'ha sempre contraddistinto. Bevilacqua è morto pochi giorni fa a 68 anni, una storia venuta alla luce quando il parroco del paese, don Fausto Frigerio, l’ha raccontata in chiesa durante la messa, un esempio da affidare a tutti. Quella frase pronunciata tanto tempo prima, gli era rimasta impressa: "Me l’aveva detto durante una chiacchierata. So che l’aveva confidato anche a un conoscente con cui si trovava in ospedale per le terapie» racconta il prete. E' questa la notizia che ha bucato il silenzio dell'Ossola, in una valle corridoio verso la Svizzera, a una manciata di minuti. Sui monti della valle Divedro, Walter Bevilacqua ha trascorso i suoi ann, allevato dal nonno Camillo, uomo di altri tempi, ligio alle regole, gran lavoratore. Da lui aveva imparato a non risparmiarsi mai, a non lamentarsi delle difficoltù di chi vive in quota. "Credo non abbia mai fatto le ferie" racconta chi lo conosceva bene. L’agricoltura e gli animali erano la sua passione. Il suo mondo era là, una fetta di terra strappata alla montagna che poco più in alto diventa spettacolo nella conca dell’alpe Veglia.

Fonte: La stampa
http://edizioni.lastampa.it/vco/articolo/lstp/30834/