Call Me Window PDF Print E-mail
Written by Kathy Pledger   
Tuesday, 12 February 2013 06:31

Call Me Window

 

Window:

 

So, I'm built into this wall with a purpose you see,

Here with the sun shining, but no one's lookin' at me.

 

People walk with heads down,

and most with a frown

 

They don't see me.

Why was I meant to be?

 

 

The PhotogPhenom:

 

So, I'm walking down the hall and what do I see,

A window in the hallway just waitin' for me.

 

I get a big smile,

and say, “Hey, wait for a while.”

I see beauty with the sunshine,

and take the photo opp as mine.

 

The window's not so lonely now, but it doesn't know –

it's on greater display - coz The PhotogPhenom put it up for show.

 

Let's call it "window".

 

By Kathy Pledger

All rights reserved 2013

 
An End is a New Beginning..... PDF Print E-mail
Written by Kathy Pledger   
Wednesday, 30 May 2012 08:35

 


Despite the man with the monkey wrench in his hands or the primitive 'trunk monkey' – be it primitive and seemingly sly, or hi-tech and seemingly sly. The acts and tactics are the equivalent to something much more evil and deceptive.

 

The Daily Pledge has been shut down for several months due to health problems I experienced, with no real familial support – at the time. I received support, and plenty from around the world.

 

I endured a full range of personalities and tried to keep most at arms length until I realized I was in physical harm. Then I let a few favorites in and shut out the cold blood. I watched closely as I listened medically and methodically how to preserve my own life. I learned who was a friend and how many were enemies all along.

 

Writing in the political realm is dangerous, researching, observing, endless hours, etc. I needed a change of lifestyle. All I could see was someone wanting a piece of me. Keep giving a piece of yourself away – or let a vulture keep pecking a piece of flesh. What's left other than a gaping hole, and how does one heal a potentially fatal wound.??

 

 
KISS ~ Keeping It Short & Simple PDF Print E-mail
Written by Kathy Pledger   
Tuesday, 10 January 2012 07:45
It truly saddens me that human beings are not heard when they really mean it and need to be heard. I'm referring to myself. I hope I don't have to go to the hospital and drop one red cent into the account of the hospital to which my insurance is designated. My blood pressure went from a cool 102/62, for a long time, to the pigeon holed "normal range" 120/80 in November to 146/111 with a resting heart rate off 111 beats per minute just a week or two after being lied to and tossed around with a bunch of dissimulators at a doctor's office.

Transient Ischemic Attack or TIA is known as mini stroke, information varies. I experienced a variety of symptoms for what I had determined to be a day until I kept talking and realized I had been suffering chest pains early in the morning. I could feel the blood pumping through the veins in my neck and actually hear it "whoosh, whoosh" like a machine recording each heart beat. I knew something was wrong, but I got up anyway because I'm like that. I was hypersensitive to the slightest smell, dizzy and feeling unstable... then I noticed everything was blurry, really blurry. I couldn't see or walk. All I could do was lay down.