Friday, April 29, 2011

Heroic Friday

Did you watch the Royal Wedding this morning? It was on at one a.m. in here on the West Coast so I didn't watch it. From what I heard the bride was stunning and the groom was handsome. I feel a little bit of connection to Prince William because not only to I share his first name I also share his birth date. If you watched the wedding feel free to post a summary of it.

First up let's celebrate a hero:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/42724462/ns/us_news-wonderful_world/

Have you ever noticed how often that when people do heroic things they run away from the title of hero? They really should embrace it.

I love the next story of struggles to success:

http://www.oregonlive.com/education/index.ssf/2011/04/as_oregon_begins_the_college_g.html

The young women definitely a hero not because she saved one but because she saved herself.

The last story I put in the weird but inventive category.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20110427/od_nm/us_turkey_police;_ylt=Aqk6AqN999HQ5ddBS1TgoTus0NUE;_ylu=X3oDMTFmYW9rN2x2BHBvcwMyMDMEc2VjA2FjY29yZGlvbl9vZGRfbmV3cwRzbGsDcG9saWNlZHJlc3N1

Your comments are appreciated.


WHO AM I

I was born in 1886 and died in 1916 and was known as a suffragist, labor lawyer, war correspondent, and public speaker who greatly influenced the women's movement in America. I grew up in a wealthy family and attended Vassar College, where I was once suspended for organizing a women's rights meeting. The president of Vassar had forbidden suffrage meetings. Still I and and others held regular "classes" on the issue, along with large protests and petitions. I vehemently protested against America's involvement in World War I and was a labor lawyer involved in the production of the socialist journal, The Masses. I was involved in the National American Woman Suffrage Association, which later branched into the grassroots radical National Woman's Party. I became a leader and a popular speaker on the campaign circuit of the NWP, working closely with Alice Paul and Lucy Burns. I led the Suffrage Parade in Washington, DC, the day before Woodrow Wilson's inauguration, March 3, 1913, draped in white robes and riding a huge white horse. I married a Dutch importer when I was twenty-seven. I was a leading figure on Henry Ford's ill-fated Peace Ship expedition of late 1915, steaming across the Atlantic with a team of pacifist campaigners who hoped to give impetus to a negotiated settlement to the First World War. In 1916 I went on a tour in the West, speaking for women's rights, despite suffering from pernicious anemia, despite a warning from her doctor. I collapsed in the middle of a speech in Los Angeles, and was rushed to Good Samaritan Hospital. Despite repeated blood transfusions I didn't make it. My last public words were, "Mr. President, how long must women wait for liberty?" I was known as the martyr of the women's movement. Who Am I?

2 comments:

Pat said...

First, I think it's wonderful that the woman caught the falling child. She was quick-witted and apparently well-coordinated. But "hero"? I think there should be another word.

Nice success story about the Univ. of Portland grad. She sure overcame a lot. She's eligible for that other word, too.

And definitely weird about the Turkish police study. "I am a burglar, please open the door" would probably not have me reaching for the doorknob. Nor would I gobble some kind of unknown pill peddled at my door. I guess the Turks are more trusting.

William J. said...

Hi Pat

I don't know there are a lot of people that wouldn't have made an effort to even catch the baby and then there are those that would try and missed. She saved a life in my book that is pretty heroic.

Same with the U of P grad. She was homeless. She didn't do drugs or get involved in prostitution. 99% of the people that found them in her circumstance would be dead, in jail, or strung out on drugs. I think that puts her in the hero catergory.

Like you no way in hell am I eating anything given to me at the door by a stranger doctor or not. Nor am I opening my door to them.

Bill