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Monday, December 17, 2007

An Act of Kindness . . .

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Kindness lives on . . . My Dream Lives. The other day, my wife noticed a young couple ordering at Denny’s . . . They had a small baby. Babies are a money eating machines. Everything they have to have is so ridiculously high priced.

Their order went something like this;
“How much is the burger and fries?” asked the girl.
“…We don’t have enough for that,” said the youthful father.

Many years ago, when I was a young, newly married. We didn’t have the money for a two hundred and fifty dollar T.V. and so we bought it credit. Back then all interest was a tax deduction. Our Government wanted you to borrow money . . . I think the interest was twenty-eight percent and it took us twelve months to pay it off. They called it Reaganomics . . . The Hunt brothers bought up all the silver. It was at an all time high, an ugly time.

And we were the lucky ones . . .

Anyway that night, unbeknownst to me wife paid for the family’s food . . . I don’t think of this as charity, to me it’s the same as being short a few cents in the grocery line or a buck and the guy behind you throws it down . . . We’ve done that so many times.

I’m sure it has to do with early on, when we were on our own. Those closest to us, were hundreds of miles away. And you know back then, so many good people helped us out . . . I’m smiling just thinking about them.

To every joyous action is a down side. In a world that boasts of its greatness, we fail to see those around us in need . . . I failed to see, their pain. What’s happening to us?


Dreamers IN Motion lives to find another day, to give us the will to make it to another time.

Share your Acts with me and I’ll share them with everyone. Let’s build a better tomorrow. Ever wanted to be part of something so big . . . It’s up to all of you.

How about writing a book together? . . . Now it’s just a thought, but maybe . . . And that my friends, depends on you. How about an act based solely from the heart? All proceeds to go for something bigger than any of us. What do you think?

Do you have a story you’d want to share? An act of goodness for the world to see, hope is alive . . . You see, they walk among us . . . Angels. Buried deep within each of us, they live. Dreams are yours to share. Dan


Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to Share

My Books:
Just Released . . . Sleepless Nights, AuthorHouse, 2007
A continuation of The World . . . through a poets eyes.



The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share
Warriors and Wars
The Moon Also Rises
Dan’s Room 2 Write

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Thursday, May 17, 2007

I'm Tired Of The Double Talk

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We have a problem in this country. We don’t know how to tell the truth and we can’t disseminate between it and a lie. And then we justify it all by saying what are you going to do?

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When Imus was caned, the good Senator, Obama came out against him . . . I was shocked that a candidate would grasp on to such a dividing issue, for whatever reason. And I wrote a comment to “Obama for America”, today I got a response . . . No-reply.

I am a no body American, I understand that. But don’t you think the candidate should justify his words . . .

Here’s what I wrote;

Comments:

I have a problem with Mr. Obama . . . It’s simple, because of his comments about IMUS, I’m not sure he can be above black and white . . . I was shocked that he said anything . . . This country is not all black, white or other, it just is. A president has to be above that . . . He was wrong.

We all belong to groups, but which takes precedence over another? I don’t want to be known for my skin color. I would rather be a person, father, writer, husband, son . . . We all make mistakes. The classy thing for the coach of Rutgers to have done is to say enough . . . And take make it private. And all those so called Democrat Politicians, no loyalty there.

Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to share

We need to forgive to mend our wounds and we made a big mistake with Bust, we can not afford another divider.


. . . Why does any one want to be President? I have a feeling that answering this question, might give new incite on why our best people never run for this office . . . Name one president and I can find controversy in his life before being president. Why? I don’t mean personal, business scandals, wrong doings, hiding things, overlooking atrocities just to rise in rank.

We live in a time where both parties are the exact same . . . Sure they distance themselves from the other, but at the end of the day they both drink at the same watering hole.


Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to Share


My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004
Soon to come, Sleepless Nights



Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share
Warriors and Wars
The Moon Also Rises
dhanosh writingup
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Dan’s Room 2 Write


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Because Parents Need To Know - Part 5







. . . . Haven't Read Other Parts?





Part 5 . . . The waiting and Chemo Weekends



Today we took my son for his scans, his second this year. We haven’t got the results yet. Computers were down, what’s a little more parental hell after what we’ve been through, but I’m getting ahead of myself . . .



Where’d I Leave Off? Oh yea . . .



My son was to do his Chemo treatments through Children’s hospital in Milwaukee and everything else was done at Froedtert. We met Dr. Kelly, my son’s Oncologist. That’s when we started those wonderful Chemo Weekends, come in on Friday, get the toxic crap pumped in three separate days worth, eat blandest tasting food and go home feeling like sh*t.



Five times we sat with my son in the hospital, five times we sat through that sh*t. He only really got nauseated once. It used to be hell, each time they gave you the toxic garbage, the patient lost his lunch. Anyway once his white blood count went through the roof . . . You see, the chemo kills blood cells. White blood cells are what fights off disease and they don’t want to let them leave the hospital until they have them replenished. So they gave him a new drug called Neulasta. It speeds up the process of building white blood cells.



All night my son complained that his joints ached, his bones ached and he was tired, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat. The next day at his radiation treatment and he told Dr. Ferrot that he felt bad. The doctor made his nurse draw blood and run tests. The doctor wouldn’t even let the lab do the work, he made his nurse do them . . . My son had a count of 40000, ten times the normal level. White blood cells are made in the bone and they were doing a little speed building at the moment.



Anyway the pain went away and everything went back to normal.



Dan Hanosh

Dreams are yours to Share





My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Soon to come, Sleepless Nights






Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share

Warriors and Wars

The Moon Also Rises

dhanosh writingup

Dan Hanosh poemhunter.com

Dan’s Room 2 Write





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Friday, May 4, 2007

Tell Me Your Life Altering Story





Six years ago, on a trout stream . . . I found my life’s passion. As it started to rain, I went back to my truck for lunch. And as it continued to rain, I took out a note pad and started to write my first story . . . I never stopped, never doubted it was my true love in life. Sometimes you have to take a wrong path, to find the right one.



Five years ago, my mom died and I made her a promise, never to quit following my dream. And I haven’t and never will.



Last year my son was diagnosed with CANCER and I stopped for a moment, until he was C-free. And now I’m writing once again. And one day I will write my son’s story, because ever parent needs to know . . .



Dreams only happen when you let them . . . Many times you put barriers in the way of your own happiness, many times you look for excuse rather than solutions . . . Is the glass half full or half empty . . . Start there, fix that first . . . Take of the bad and put back the good. You can do it . . . I did.



Do you have a story to share? Something that altered your course forever, tell us . . .



Dan Hanosh

Dreams are yours to Share



My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Soon to come, Sleepless Nights




Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share

Warriors and Wars

dhanosh writingup

Dan Hanosh poemhunter.com

Dan’s Room 2 Write




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Thursday, May 3, 2007

Book Review: Tuesdays with Morrie



Book Review: Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom*****

A moving story of life and death, of loving and friendship . . . A professor and his life student, their friendship and the last class they shared together.

Author Mitch Albom shares with us, his last moments with a very special person, Morris S. Schwartz, his professor at Brandeis University . . .

Morrie teaches his last class with his student and us. He shares his life, his death and his views on how each of us can get more out of life. Fear of death keeps us from living, from sharing our dreams.

Dan’s Rant: ***** A must read



Dan Hanosh

Dreams are yours to Share



My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Soon to come, Sleepless Nights




Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share

Warriors and Wars

dhanosh writingup

Dan Hanosh poemhunter.com

Dan’s Room 2 Write





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Wednesday, May 2, 2007

what happened along the way


?


I am a baby boomer . . . Why aren’t we living the American Dreams? Why aren’t we happy? I am you say . . . But then why are we always buying up every kind of junk imaginable? HDTV’s, CD Players, MP3’s, Ipods, Xboxes, and so many fads, from jeans to makeup, why?

Large houses we can’t clean. so many rooms no one has to be together anymore . . . And a T.V. in every room.

Jeff Foxworthy calls us Rednecks . . . We seem to like shiny things and NASCAR plates.

We seem to worship the money God . . . Believing the more we have the better we are. A homeless man with nothing, we turn our backs to and say he’s probably has a mansion or two, why? Those that aren’t so lucky we ridicule.

Because whatever desire, we struggle to acquire, our aloof brass ring is what we reach for and never to take our eyes off of. We watch and watch that ball, we watch it grow, we watch go. It consumes our every waking moments, it’s what we want, it’s what we learn to respect, it’s money, those with it, and the power it brings, the things it buys. We think its happiness.

And yet we’re not happy, why?


Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to Share

My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004
Soon to come, Sleepless Nights


Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share
Warriors and Wars
dhanosh writingup
Dan Hanosh poemhunter.com
Dan’s Room 2 Write


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