I know of a family whose Grandfather was the Advertising Manager of the St. Louis Star Times. He spent many hard years in the media business not only supporting his family but trying to make St. Louis look good.
Ever since his daughter had daughters, his daughter warned her daughters that the media was really the bad guy. She said that it was all the media's fault. She said it daily with exasperation. And she would know, her father was in the media, and a very popular guy from what I have heard.
It saddens me to see the media treat people in St. Louis the way they have. It saddens me to see the Fox network lose a minimum of 4 people supposedly in one to two months, almost as if they are being stalked themselves. It saddens me to see a country, a world and a city of people running from the media and it's sorry contacts. It saddens me to see myself a person with a media degree from a respected school not even get an interview at a TV station.
Don't get me wrong, I see a lot of good in the media. I see a lot of hard working people who work very hard.
But I also see the dark side of the media, I see it's involvement in politics and the dreadful effects that it has had on our country.
But most of all, what I see now, is why my grandfather died so terribly young, and left his daughter walking down the aisle with her big brother.
He never even got to meet his son in law or his grandchildren. How sad is that.
This is my last blog.
Thank you and good bye.
Does anyone know how to shut the blog down? I want to end my blogging newsroom, but I don't see any options to get out of it.
Thanks.
Remember, O Most Gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help or sought thy intercession, was left unaided. I fly unto thee, O Virgin of virgins my Mother; to thee do I come, before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful, O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in thy mercy hear and answer me. Amen.
I have often thought after living with a person with special needs for half of my life, that there really is not a forum or support group for people who need it. Living with someone who is mentally and physically handicapped from birth or who has some kind of disability can be a devastating experience for someone as well as a life learning experience that few others will ever understand. It molds you as a person and quite often, people just don't get it. So please, tell us your story.
I grew up with a mentally and physically challenged sibling. Although I loved my sibling very much, and still do, the sacrifices i had to make as a child and teenager sometimes seemed unfair and grueling because none of the other kids had to do it. In fact, even in my own family, the duties were sexist in that regard, some of us did all the work in this area, consistently.
By the time I was 5 years old, I was told I was mature beyond my years, not in a bragging way, just that I had to take care of myself because everyone else was busy a lot. My parents were rarely at my sporting events, my mother and father tried to be available, but to be honest, they just weren't. And the majority of the other kids were uncomfortable with the situation.
My weekends were spent in highschool babysitting my sibling, while most of my friends were out partying. Although it changed towards the end of highschool, I still spent my entire young life wrapped around someone else's medicine or school schedule. And mostly, because my parent's schedule wrapped around it.
People often accuse me of being hard to understand, and I think maybe it's because they dont' know all the sacrifices I made as a kid, that they never made until they got married and had children. So please, share your stories, and know that someone else understands although the majority of the world does not, and never will. People can be judgmental, until they walked in your shoes.
I still feel today that my sibling was a blessing, and i pray every day for her. God sent her to us for a reason, and I just wish people could see that.
I do have several friends from similar backgrounds, and we always kind of had an understanding. Life experiences like this are never an excuse for anything, but they are ultimately, a good explanation for life's values, opinions, and thoughts.
The sacrifices we made growing up made us take life more seriously, much sooner. And that seriousness, was sometimes matched with the work hard, play hard attitude. And sometimes, you were just so burnt out, you just need to do nothing.
I think my sibling is my guardian angel. She laughs when i tell her that. And that makes me smile.
