A Mother's Day poem

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I posted this same message on Company Board in hopes someone could help me find this.......

I have been searching for a poem that I received in a Medware newsletter several years ago when I worked for them. It was about MTing, the terms and such. The only thing I can remember about it was the ending which went something like but my favorite term has to be a toenailectomy. I am not sure if that is it exactly but it was similar. It was a fairly length poem and was pretty funny.

I have looked through all of my files and cannot find it anywhere. I have moved since I got it so it may have been thrown away. I have a friend who is an MT and she is retiring from the hospital she works for and would like to give it to her if I can.

I thought one of you good people might happen to know what I am talking about. If anyone does, could you please e-mail it to me. I would greatly appreciate it.

SOLDIERS NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS"

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"Merry Christmas, My Friend" by LCpl James M Schmidt, USMC, 1986

Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,

In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.

I had come down the chimney, with presents to give

and to see just who in this home did live

As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,

no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.

No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.

On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.

With medals and badges, awards of all kind,

a sobering thought soon came to my mind.

For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen.

This was the home of a U.S. Marine.

I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more,

so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.

And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,

Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.

He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,

Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.

Was this the hero, of whom I'd just read?

Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?

His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.

I soon understood, this was more than a man.

For I realized the families that I saw that night,

owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.

Soon around the Nation, the children would play,

And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.

They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,

because of Marines like this one lying here.

I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone,

on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.

Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.

I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.

He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,

"Santa, don't cry, this life is my choice

I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more.

My life is my God, my country, my Corps."

With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,

I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.

I watched him for hours, so silent and still.

I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.

So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,

and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.

Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,

with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.

And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,

and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.

I didn't want to leave him so quiet in the night,

this guardian of honor so willing to fight.

But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,

said "Carry on, Santa, it's Christmas Day, all secure."

One look at my watch and I knew he was right,

Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.

PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as may people
as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and we should all be aware of
where credit for our being able to celebrate these festivities is due.
Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people
stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
Please, do your small part to plant this small seed

It sounds like her Aruban attorney is embarrassed by her outburst, in particular calling the two brothers who were released criminals. They are saying it was "an emotional outburst" with no information to back up the accusation. In the meantime, Beth Twitty did not forget her shiny pearlescent eye makeup, under eye cream and false eyelashes for the press conference in which she had the "emotional outburst" asking other countries to disregard facts that the Arubian government had no basis to keep these brothers in jail and released them and not accept these "criminals" (emotional outburst no facts per attorney) in their country.

Someone should take Beth (eyelashes) Twitty home and get her a nice antidepressant and a Southern Comfort cocktail.

Hubby and kids (that are still young enough to be home) cook and do the dishes on mother's day, so it's always been a nice week for me.

we do not need or want spelling/grammar police here PER THE MODERATORS/ADMINISTRATOR or can you not READ and comprehend?

Back in December I had a car accident. I was POURING rain and the woman in front of me slammed on her brakes rather suddenly. I hit my brakes, but I guess because of all the water on the road I didn't stop, I slid and hit her.

Her car had very little damage, if any. My car (Dodge Stratus) had about $1000.00 worth of damage to the front end. The airbags did not deploy though because it was a very low impact accident.

Well, I had removed collision insurance from my auto policy because at the time I couldn't afford it. My son had been having some medical problems and I was trying to cut corners any way I could.

My car has been sitting at a body shop since December waiting to be repaired. The estimate was $900.00 to replace the hood, headlights, and pull the engine forward as the accident had pushed it back some and clamed the radiator hose shut and the fans weren't turning either. The estimate did not include painting.

I have not been able to afford getting my car repaired yet. I have been driving an old piece of junk that my parents have sitting at their house as a "back up" vehicle for emergencies. It burns oil like the dickens, smokes like crazy, no air conditioning (in NC that is critical), and drinks gas like its going out of style.

Yesterday my son and I went to my parents house for lunch. I pulled in the driveway, AND THERE SAT MY CAR!!!!!! I swear to you, I cried. I couldn't believe my eyes. They had had it repaired and painted. Well, they painted the new hood and the front fenders. The fenders didn't have any damage, but they did it in order to blend the paint. It looks increadibly good. I can't even tell any difference between the new paint and the "old paint".

They also took it to Stanley Steemer and had the interior steam cleaned. When they did that, they also cleaned the motor, so it looks brand new. The only thing left is getting a new front bumper. It has a couple of cracks in it up where the hood and the bumper meet. But the body shop could not find a used bumper for it and to replace it with a new one would cost $900.00 by itself. So, we will be looking out for a used bumper and when we find one we will have the bumper replaced and have the entire car painted. I can wait for that though. I am just so thrilled to have my car back!!! No more piece of junk for me!

That no longer holds true today....even if they are the owner, the rents go up, everything got terribly expensive......my lady who does my nails/feet and cuts my hair is the owner and the employee in her shop. Nobody else works for her. I do tip her and also at the Winter Holidays.