Dale Hansen Unplugged on abc: Celebrating our differences
Bulldog surprised when his ball trick works. [vid]
Had a fun weekend with Daniel and Belly at JMU.
I honestly didn’t have a specific answer until recently. It was sort of like an epiphany haha. But to this day, now that I think about it - it’s what keeps me in my relationship and going strong.
What you have to ask yourself is; when he/she is at her lowest - how do you feel? Do you feel as if because you see he/she at their lowest you feel the same? How does it affect you and what does it do to you?
That’s what went through my head to realize. When I first witnessed her at her lowest, it literally crushed me. I honestly stepped back and was like, “wow. she’s the one that’s feeling down how is that killing me right now too?” lol. It’s a crazy feeling, well at least for me. When she was at her down I could not be relaxed or at ease until I knew she would be okay. I wanted to do anything to my power to make her feel better - but what’s the toughest part is that at times there literally isn’t anything you can do but just give space and time. (some people are different but you know).
I knew I loved her because the only time I’ve ever felt like this was when I’ve witness two people at their lowest: my mom and my dad. First of all, whenever I see my Mom shed a tear it literally kills me. It’s honestly the worst feeling. Secondly, seeing my dad at his lowest was the most unfamiliar territory of my life - my dad is usually Mr. Superman and the toughest of them all - so seeing him down definitely hit home.
So whenever I see her at her lowest, that feeling sinks in.
But it also works vice-versa. When she’s at her happiest - my life has reached maximum happiness capacity lol.
But everyone works differently; this is just my story.
Pearl Pearson is a 64 year-old diabetic deaf driver who resides in the Oklahoma City area. On the evening of January 3rd, Pearl crossed paths with the wrong cops.
What’s the story?At this time, only limited details can be provided since this case is under investigation.
1. The Oklahoma Highway Patrol pulled Pearl over late in the evening on January 3, 2014. Pearl pulled over as he should.
2. Pearl’s driver’s license indicates he is Deaf. He also has a placard in his driver’s door that says, “Driver is deaf”.
3. Pearl pulled over and rolled down his window, expecting an officer to ask for this identification. An officer struck him in the face before Pearl had the chance to do anything. As you can see, he was struck multiple times.
4. An interpreter was never provided while Pearl was under the care of law enforcement. Not during the booking, hospital, or time at the jail was an interpreter provided, even through Pearl requested one.
5. Pearl was left wondering “why” the the entire time. He has no clue why he was beat. Pearl and his family are still not sure, but are ready for some answers.
6. Pearl’s own son is a police officer, as was his son-in-law, who is now a deputy sheriff. He respects law enforcement and knows how to respond when pulled over. There is no reason for someone like Pearl to be hurt like this by those who are meant to protect and serve.
[LAL Note: "respect[ing] law enforcement" is not a prerequisite for proper treatment by law enforcement.]
Yelling at a deaf man to put up his hands will not do much, except aggravate an already aggressive police officer. This is a tragic scenario of ignorance and needless escalation of violence.
Eric Foster and Kelton Hayes were the two OHP officers that were involved in what an affidavit claims was a 7 minutes altercation.
Where is the dash cam footage from the units of Eric Foster and Kelton Hayes? Wouldn’t this clear up any inconsistencies in this story?
Naturally, it’s paid vacation time:
The two officers have been suspended with pay while the investigation into this incident continues.
This is hardly the first time a bully in blue has attacked a deaf man for not listening. One other notable example: in 2010, a Seattle cop shot and killed an older, partially deaf man for holding a folded pocket knife he used for whittling when the man couldn’t hear (probably unlawful) orders to drop it. He wasn’t harassing anyone, he was just walking (see video here, as man harmlessly crosses a crosswalk minding his own business, the cop jumps out of his car and starts yelling “hey” and “put the knife down” and literally 8 seconds after the cop first called out three shots are heard). The city of Seattle paid the man’s family $1.5 million. Which means, yet again, taxpayers were on the hook for the wrongdoing of state agents.
It is quite clear that the deaf man brutally and repeatedly assaulted the fists of those officers with his face, and such resistance to arrest - nevermind any probable cause - should not be tolerated. If deaf people cannot respond to the barked ordered of cops, then clearly they don’t deserve to keep their faces bruise-free. This is America, dammit. Learn to hear English.
College is what happened to my faith. Not having an actual church at school is what happened to my faith.
I used to enjoy going to church. I used to be excited to spend that one whole hour with the Greatest, and have the best feeling in the world right after. But what has happened to me?
Even at home, my laziness conquers and hinders me from feeling how I used to about going to church. Sadly, now I see it as a hassle. Sadly, I now see church impeding me from being able to relax on the weekends. I see church now as a chore rather than a privilege. Why? Who knows., because I don’t. I wish I did, resulting in change - but I don’t.
Sure I still pray every night, I still pray before I sleep, I pray before I take tests and before games, I pray before I drive, I pray after something has happened to me, I pray for people, etc. I still “pray”.
Lately i’ve noticed how my actual process of praying has changed. Instead of conversations they’ve just become words. They’ve just become words put together that makes my conscious clear in thanking God - and that’s about it - almost like OCD. I know to thank God for everything good and bad but it’s become a process in which going through the motions is acceptable. Why? How?
I could tell you guys that, “Oh I’m going to change!” and stuff like that. But honestly - how can one change without understanding what the cause was. How can I change without manifestation. Sure, at least I know what has been changing and what I need to work on - but it would be better to find out how and why it went wrong - yes, losing my faith is going “wrong”. I don’t want to lose faith. God will forever be what is greatest in my life.
I don’t want to lose sight of Him because in the end, He is what matters most.
"When God is for you, who can be against you?"
He is my protector, Father, and inspiration. I don’t want to fade away before it’s too late.
I need to find my cure.
got it woooohp just gonna stretch a little first
the way she runs her fingers through my hair
the way she massages my mind
the way the sound of her voice can excite, yet soothe me at the same time
the way I can’t sleep until I hear her faint snoring
the way she has become my drug
the way her eyes can speak to me and tell me how she’s feeling
the way I have gone over a year in talking to her everyday
the way I can go on and on about everything about her
the way she has transformed me; she has upgraded me; she has shown me things I never would have thought of
the way she loves me
the way we have become One.
When you get fly as fuck and ya plans get canceled