Here are two stories, about two very different men, or are they? I will let you decide, but only after you read both stories.
One lead a life filled with crime, the other was a hero.
What we should take from these stories is that sometimes life gives us a second chance, the opportunity to make a vibrational difference. Vibrational Sharing, Debbie A. Anderson
STORY NUMBER ONE
Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.
Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was Capone's lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.
To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.
Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.
Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object.
And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.
Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good example.
One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.
He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified.
Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.
The poem reads: "The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own….. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still."
STORY NUMBER TWO
World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare.
He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.
One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank.
He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship.
His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.
As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet.
The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.
Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.
Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly.
Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.
Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier.
Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft
This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Medal of Honor.
A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.
So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.
SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?
Butch O'Hare was "Easy Eddie's" son.
While re-visiting some of my past writing, I came across a poem I had written in January 1989. Wow, that is 28 years ago!
At the time I sensed the spiritual work I was doing was being judged as evil, so I wanted some guidance from the God within me.
Acceptance of what I do was not as open and receptive as it is now, and being a sensitive I took on the hurt & ignorance that was being thrown at me.
Although our world is more enlightened today, I do still encounter fear of my spiritual work, as I am sure many of you do too.
Maybe my words resonate with you, or you have your own. Either way, never fear what is within you spiritually, because eventually we all find our own way. It's all about your intention!
I came across this quote from the Bible, which I feel says it all. “For God gave us a spirit not of fear, but of power and love and self control.” (Timothy 1:7)
Vibrational Sharing, Debbie A. Anderson
Sometimes the path I tread is hard & makes me want to cry,
Feeling like a door slamming shut, and I wonder why
No one said life was easy, and I don’t want it that way.
But now I wonder what I did wrong, as I sit and pray.
If you can hear me dear God above
My heart is filled with your sweet love.
I try to do your work so well
But teach me right so I can excel.
I need to learn, but please show me how
Because the world needs LOVE, yours right now!
The silence around me seemed far too great
I wondered how long I should sit and wait.
But no host of angels or music sweet
Just a tingling through my body down to my feet.
A voice deep from within me, a sense I cried
Foolish girl, not only for you that he died.
God’s busy now, so he’s sent me through
To help YOU see what YOU need to do.
I’m just a helper, a guide you might say
To help you question and to find your way.
How do you learn, so you can teach?
Just sit here and listen, I will not preach.
Sometimes when you feel you’ve lost your way
Accept the life’s lessons you learn each day.
Experience comes as you change & grow
Always keeping you in the Universal flow.
We have all had those week’s when things don’t necessarily go to plan… it’s called life!
Even if you place all your faith in God or whomever you believe and rejoice to, there are just those times when you are tested a tad more than you truly expect or want.
I suppose it is the “why” and “how” questions that we enter into when things don’t quite go according to plan. The “how” and “why” elements immediately shift us into our ego, our human part of our being, especially when we feel it is something we have or haven’t done. It is the immediate mental flagellating or flogging we use to blame ourselves for allowing things to transpire the way they did.
Whereas the letting go element is based on pure faith. Trust you might call it, that sometimes, things happen for a reason. Even if we cannot fully comprehend exactly the mystery or sequence of events around what happened, it is the acceptance and belief that it should have transpired that way. Faith is that unrequited element that no matter how bad things seem to get, that there is a greater plan that we are not privy to…. Yet.
At the point we move from head to heart, we are centred in our vibrational energy, our core soul cellular part of us. This is the component that sometimes moves us in a slightly different direction in order to create some shift or modification that we wouldn’t necessarily invite towards us.
When we start that particular day or period before things start changing and fluctuating, you could say we are at ground zero. It is only when we are flung headlong into the struggles that transpire, that we need to become heart centred, and pull from the spiritual resources within to allow our highest good or God as I call it, to guide and direct us in hope and love.
Our higher self or God element is the part that truly lets go and bonds with the divine vibration so we can be lifted up, removing the fears and doubts that do reside within. It is certainly not relinquishing responsibility, it is the calm that enters inside our energy being in peace and reassurance. Some call it the “ah ha” moment. It is that magical part of us, that sudden realization, that we just feel or sense that everything is going to be okay.
Our body, mind and soul have connected in completeness, so we become whole. That uplifting feeling that the burdens and troubles are being handled, and it is not for us to sweat about it, but to move forward in acceptance and enchantment.
The incredible part about any journey is the story behind it. For me, writing any article or blog is about the preparation on a particular subject. Sometimes when I struggle with the context or wording and direction I reach up to spirit for guidance. Just so you know, my week, up to this point had been going extremely well, so how could I write about faith and letting go in an empowering way. This is the word of caution I offer to you, be careful what you wish for……
Just this week I was unexpectedly cast into two situations of such testing. Nothing truly major, but for me, when the first occurrence happened, I momentarily stepped into “how” and “why”. Initially, my Facebook pages had been disabled, or removed by the Facebook Gods so I was caught up momentarily in paranoia and "why me". More because I am not a tech savvy type of gal, so anything that happens in this genre is always a challenge.
The second was more on a personal level. For anyone who knows me, I am not a vain person, and although image is important, it isn’t paramount. But I do enjoy having long hair. I suppose this stems back to when I was younger and had the basic pudding basin cut. So as I got older I allowed my hair to grow and I suppose I have gotten used to it being that way. But with hair it needs professional attention, so I called my hairdresser and went in for a basic trim, asking her to take it to shoulder length, cutting away all the dead stuff.
It was a great morning, the sun was shining for the first time in a while, and as we chatted about my work and her work she started cutting away at my hair. I was totally unaware that one side was quite a lot shorter than the other until her scissors took off the last hairs on my right side. Somehow, to her dismay and disbelief, she had cut off more than either of us wanted. I wasn’t in total shock, until I realized that the only way to rectify this problem was to chop off the long side to align with the much shorter side. After all, she could hardly glue it back together again....
I certainly didn’t want to open up the conversation on “why” and “how” which is what my hairdresser kept doing while apologizing. I reassured her that it was fine, and left endeavoring to accept that perhaps there was a bigger force at work behind all this. After all the summer was just arriving, so perhaps having shorter hair was the way to go? It was totally pointless going into the punishment mentality, because I am positive it wasn’t God’s will.
Maybe it was my spirit guides and angels way of giving me these experiences so I could fully appreciate how to write this article in a more divinely understanding way.
I truly believe so. And for me, I know that having to change my pages to align them with Facebook protocol will benefit me in a far greater way… and eventually my hair will grow back.
I suppose ultimately it is about letting go and letting God take up the slack on my behalf.
Vibrational Sharing, Debbie A. Anderson
Debbie A. Anderson
As we awaken the vibration within, so the healing begins and we learn to love and live.