Papas World – Happy Birthday – Sherry!

A Certified Health Coach – A Lab Tech – Payroll – Traffic –

Logistics – Supervisor – Manager – and now a Senior Sales Crodinator

for the Juice Plus Company – HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHERRY!

The many professions she has held in all these years.

The respect of her peers – the leadership – she is the one

they all came to for advice – skill and being capable

to accomplish whatever she set out to do.

Mother – grandmother and MORMOR

Swedish for MOTHERSMOTHER!

Daughters Debby & Tammy

The grand children adore her

The daughters respect and follow her.

To these three – the youngest – it is MORMOR!

Bode – Taylor ( who I think will be taller than her) & Cassidy

Her grandmother immigrated from Sweden –

The proud heritage passed down through her mother

herself and her daughters to the grand kids.

They all seem to have inherited being tall like her

5′ 9″ to be exact.

Sarah – Debby – Sherry – Maddy & Ella

So far Ella has come the closest at 5′ 8 1/2 “

But I see Sarah and Taylor catching her and beyond.

She is my soulmate – my mentor and the reason I live today.

We have been married 38 years.

Today is her birthday –

and we have started a brand new adventure together

We have bought and sold FIVE homes together

And now we are free of ownership

Free to travel where we want

and no worries of a house – taxes or HOA!

So – today – to you my love – HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

The road awaits us – another dream begins –

and one more birthday is here

but you continue to amaze me – you are just as beautiful

as the day we were married.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHERRY!

LOVE PAPA!

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Papas World – we were asked “WHY”? I answered simply “WHY NOT”?

Yesterday at 3:00 we gathered in the parking lot – across from Giant –

In Ashburn, Va.

Along with a couple thousand other souls – a non violent protest

A march of a mile and one half to the historical first “COLORED SCHOOL”.

We had been outside in our driveway when Kori came rushing over.

Kori is African American and a neighbor of about two plus years.

She had seen the sign in front of the house and exclaimed “You’re Moving”?

We had the conversation – I oft times will be outside and we will chat.

She is a single mom with a daughter.

After we chatted for about ten minutes – she invited us to the march –

to be held Sunday – the 14th. of June.

And we told her we would make the effort –

but we were in the middle of packing and moving – but would try.

I am not much of a crowd person – even baseball and football games

make me feel closed in.

At a Nationals game I had to leave my seat – just to get into a space

I could breathe and not have that feeling.

But – we both feel strongly on the protest – peaceful marches.

Not the violence which hurts all.

Not the burning and looting – but humanity –

being looked upon as equal.

Seeing the injustice and abuse that goes on in the profiling

both of Hispanic and Black communities.

Through our eyes – through our souls and though our beliefs in God.

I observed my surroundings – taking it all in as I walked the roadway.

A couple thousand people – white – brown – black – Asian –

Mothers – fathers – daughters – sons – grandparents.

Children – teens – and people standing and clapping – holding signs

as we passed by.

My eyes did not see rudeness – violent people – guns – weapons

jeering – hatred – anti protesters – thugs – or far right or far left agitators.

I saw human kind – peacefully walking – carrying signs

And families bonding with strangers.

My eyes saw the inside looking out of a peaceful protest march.

My eyes saw no politics – only sincere people – seeking justice.

To – rectify inequality – to be human and treated as such.

Across all barriers – all skin color and all religions.

Can you imagine what I would of missed had I not gone?

Sherry is my guiding force – my rock and my soul –

for from that first thought placed by Kori – she was going.

Today I have a new perspective –

a new look on just what it means to be isolated and prejudged.

I stood in front of that school – the First “COLORED SCHOOL”

and thought – Just how far we have come – but not near enough.

When asked “WHY”?

My simple answer is “WHY NOT”?

And my “WHY” is here in this picture.

Yes – my son – BLACK LIVES MATTER!

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