Pill or No Pills

understand the concept, a stroke victim, put him on meds, thin the blood; but, the key doctory question, when does the benefit outweigh the risk. We cannot bake our cake and eat it too. Do not change diet, but, take pills to fix the diet. Hum? Makes sense?

Some meds have been proven safe after 50 to 100 years of use. Others, all these new meds, do not have that track history.

It is easy for a person like me and my mom. No alcohol, no drugs, no other life style habits that muddle identifying immediately a side effect of medication. So now my moms does it, if she takes a med and has an adverse reaction, she stops and tells the doctor, and a change in meds ensues. A person that barely uses salt or eat salty foods with High blood. That does not make sense.

I think for example, stopping drain-o early has to be a medical and person based decision. What does that mean? After a stroke, yes, blood thinner, etc, but, anything over six months, then you have to look at age, and risk versus benefits. After heart attack, yes, meds, but, again how long. Long term meds should not be the everyday thing to do.

Penny our dog, we got her about 06/2005. She is still alive more than 14 years later. She already was one to two years old when we got her. The vet said, “she needs monthly meds” for her ear infections. Poor ears and eyes are a chronic problem for this breed for floppy eared cockerspaniels. I said no, I would not do that to our dog. Yet and still she is still alive. She does get 5 vitamin c gummies when her ears get infected and that tends to clear it up quick.

I said in the doctors office, they showed me my green intestines. I went ahead and did the research. I saw the black shriveled intestines in the medical books. It was the adverse effects of prolonged laxative use. I stopped them I had chronic intestinal bleeding. That stopped once the laxatives stopped. Such is life.

What I am saying is this, based on observations, perhaps the medical profession needs to take a better look at prolonged medication use. I think the meds are causing Edward's death. I know placing my dad on meds he was allergic to caused his death. I am scared for my moms in that she is not eating, and still taking meds. Consider changing your life style, instead of prolonged meds use, especially if you are just that old. Why? You may end up thirsty in your last days and not able to have that thirst quenched. I may be wrong, You may disagree. But I write based on what I see, saw, and experienced,

Asking for Prayer for A Smooth Transition for Edward

Dedicated to Grandpa Edward Smith, A living Memorial

Death of a Salesman, that was the book I cited to my kids.

The story was about a hard working person whom passed away.

Herein, he is not passed, but he is about to cross that bridge. Grandpa Edward Smith.

There are not too many remnants of times of old.

Herein is old school.

He had the work ethic. He believed and worked hard all of his live. He built houses.

Then, he would mow those lawns.

If you needed anything built or fixed, he could do it for you, at a fair price.

He loved his daughter, and still loves her.

She had the dream that he would build a house of her.

He walked her down the Aisle.

This was an old school man. Work, then go fishing or hunting, then eat some deer, turtle, or rabbit meat, and drink a beer on the porch, with some good old time friends.

Bobby and other friends would stop by. They would drink and talk together.

No DWI, just drink at the end of the day, eat some fried chicken, and call it a day; get ready for the next day of work. And, fry a fish in between.

Some would say this was mundane. But, this was the sign of a great man with a work ethic.

Need something, just ask, he would do it. He never remembered my name, and yet I was married to his daughter and he had grand children, but he never remembered their names either.

He worked for “the man” and did not care because he knew and believed he needed to work.

A die hard. It was a curse to die alone or be alone, way back when. So, he put up with a lot of mess, “and no need now to tell his business”. Unlike today, if you sneeze wrong, it is off to divorce court. Back then, the curse was to die home alone. No matter what you put up with, the mess.

He did nobody harm. Just did what he could in life. All he needed was a little of Rabbit or Deer meat. That is all he ever wanted.

It was one of the Heat of the Nights neighborhoods. That other part of town with the old folk sitting on the porch, and, if you were white, you do not go there to “them people”. So too, Grandpa lived/lives in the ghetto, but, that is his lifetime hood. You could leave the door open inn the Ghetto. They knew whom you were and would not mess with you anyway.

This is and was a great man. He never spoke bad too me. He accepted everyone regardless.

I am not sure about his soul salvation. That is between him and his God. I hope and pray for him to “Make it in”.

Death has taught me something. It is not so simple..

It was bad in that in all our family feud, we, the Olavarria family, brothers fighting, were still able to be in the same room with my father. And, despite the fighting, we shared meals at the home of my uncle. But, at grandpa's house [Smith], I let the kids in to see him, and did not enter because others were their whom clearly did not want me there or come in. I waved from the window to Edward, and I know he saw me. I did not enter the house also because I knew I would break down. My dad's death is too fresh in my mind. I had a problem just driving to the Smith home because it all hit me while I was driving. I do not think I was emotionally ready to enter the house. Driving to another death, it is and was hard, although he is not dead yet.

Praying for him and family and friends.

US Domestic Violence and Trump

The need for more political parties

The adult-children are still fighting [the democrats and republicans].

This is a domestic violence situation.  Why?  Innocent children, Federal workers, are being neglected.  

They have no money.  They have no food.  And, the bill collectors are at the doors.

Two parties, always fighting, and they fight for no valid reason.  

I watched programs like On the Border, and so forth.  

If I owned a home, in a bad neighborhood, and someone broke in, I would make a fence.  

Hell, if I owned a home, I might just build a fence to outline my property.

Both situations are at play here.  

Some areas along the border are crime infected.  

Some areas along the border just need a fence to delineate property boundaries.  

The USA has more than one border.  I say build a fence on the Canadian side too.

I say set up borders for the islands and territories the USA controls, like Puerto Rico and the Phillipines [on the water ways].

So the democrats voted for a “wall/fence”, but, because Trump added negative connotations to it, now they do not want it.  That does not take away from the fact it is needed, not just on the Mexican side.   

The two adult-children are causing US citizens to go without needed things to live.  Food, water, electricity, a home, and the basic necessities over a dang fence.  

Line both Democrats and Republicans up, and whip their ass, and take away their salaries, and impose penalties on them. Fine them 10% of all their assets for each day they cause others to go without.

I vote that we have more than two parties.  I vote for a law to “fine” elected officials that cause harm to US citizens.  

Build the fence/wall.  It is needed.  Dang, you voted for it anyway.  “I won’t give it to him because I hate him”.  Sounds like Domestic Violence then, you should not have married “him/Trump”.  

La necesidad de más partidos políticos.

Los hijos-adultos todavía están luchando [los demócratas y los republicanos].

Esta es una situación de violencia doméstica. ¿Por qué? Los niños inocentes, los trabajadores federales, están siendo descuidados.

No tienen dinero. No tienen comida. Y, los [maldito cobradores de cuentas] cobradores de facturas están en las puertas.

Dos partidos, siempre peleando, y luchan por ninguna razón válida.

Vi programas como En la frontera, y así sucesivamente.

Si fuera dueño de una casa, en un vecindario malo, y alguien irrumpiera, haría una cerca [raya].

Demonios, si tuviera una casa, podría construir una cerca [raya] para delinear mi propiedad.

Ambas situaciones están en juego aquí.

Algunas áreas a lo largo de la frontera están infectadas por el crimen.

Algunas áreas a lo largo de la frontera solo necesitan una cerca para delinear los límites de las propiedades.

Estados Unidos tiene más de una frontera. Yo digo construir una valla en el lado canadiense también.

Digo que establezca fronteras para las islas y territorios que controlan los EE. UU., Como Puerto Rico y las Filipinas [en las vías del agua].

Así que los demócratas votaron por un "muro / valla", pero, debido a que Trump le agregó connotaciones negativas, ahora no lo quieren. Eso no quita el hecho de que se necesita, no solo del lado mexicano.

Los dos hijos adultos están causando que los ciudadanos estadounidenses se queden sin cosas necesarias para vivir. Comida, agua, electricidad, un hogar, y las necesidades básicas sobre una cerca peligrosa.

Alinee tanto a los demócratas como a los republicanos, lánquense el culo, quíteles el salario e impongan sanciones. Pídales el 10% de todos sus activos por cada día que causen que otros se queden sin.

Voto que tenemos más de dos partidos. Yo voto por una ley para "multar" a los funcionarios electos que causan daño a los ciudadanos de los Estados Unidos.

Construir la valla / muro. Es necesario. Maldición, tú votaste por ello de todos modos. "No se lo daré porque lo odio". Suena como violencia doméstica, entonces, no deberías haberte casado con “él / Trump”.

The North Carolina Church Experience

The North Carolina Church Experience.  

One of two things, as a stranger in a new land, I did immediately diligently search for a church, in NC, in 2001.

The first church encountered was Cary Alliance Church, best church ever;  in the search and quest for Hispanic churches, I encountered and met with Primera Asemblea’s Pastor [now of Knightdale but at first in Raleigh].  That quest intersected with Caratini’s church then at the old movie theater of Raleigh, we always ate Chinese together after services.  

The encounter continued with Elevation Baptist, and the quest continued, because Elevation lead to continuous networking with Christian Singles and Crossroads, etc.  That eventually also intersected the path of Pastor Dunn and then to things like Hephzibah and so on and so forth.  I tried the neighborhood churches when I made it to Wendell.  That included Wendell Baptist, the all white elderly church then, not now.  

The next noted change was 2012; that included the need to flee from Hephzibah due to being stalked.  That flight lead to Casa and Raleigh Road Baptist Church; and, revisiting Caratini and finding Primera Asemblea in Knighdale not Raleigh.  2012, divorce, caused a return to Cary Alliance, an encounter throughout with DORCAS, and that lead to Colonial where my children love and grow currently in Ministry.  I tried to stay at Hephzibah, but I was followed everywhere after services, and kept needing to call Wendell PD.

Raleigh Road is where my ex-wife meet her first (of many) significant others.  That caused me to immediately stop my routine.  Routine, what is that you say?  I was saved in an all Black church of the Tarrying Tradition.  Healing from Heaven Temple holding a rival at an old sanctified church in Queens.  There, I intersected with Brother Acey Pettyway and Mary.  One ride home, lead to a life long change.  The meals, awesome meals, served at the Hands of Mary, transported at times by Dexter, they never asked for a Penny.

The routine after over ten years at Universal, and throughout, is an inclination and dedication to my heritage.  People do not understand.  They do not understand the glory of worshiping in my native tongue and singing praises in Spanish as in Juan 3:16 of the Bronx.  I would run the streets with my dad to the Hispanic worship services after taking custody of him.  That was the routine.  He only spoke Spanish.  He loved the praise and worship songs, although active Christian living was not his thing.  It was a Saul and David thing, singing calmed the demon possessed being.  

I am Puerto Rican by birth.  I am A US Citizen by birth.  I am of mixed heritage.  My kids have Black in them, in part from their mom, in part from me [Puerto Ricans are mutes by definition], we have a little of everything.  Blonde Hair, blue eyes to pitck black African and Tiano indian.

I prefer the Hispanic church.  The greatest love experienced was in Cary Alliance, a white church.  Hephzibah for my children was a member on the outside fringes of a club, not a church, while they feel welcomed at times at Colonial and Casa, they love Colonial. I prefer to worship and praise in Spanish, but my children do not speak Spanish.  

I love me a good Gospel service, as in black Gospel experience, that was the first 10 years of Salvation. You are one of us, they used to say to me, Rallo.  Next, a good praise and worship service in Spanish, that is near to my soul.  The nearest and dearest in the worship from those that slobber, they can hardly speak, but, in their disabled condition, they praise and worship God, and read his word daily.  

This is my varied experience.  This is my heritage.  So, when I ask you to reach out to the disabled and elderly, it is with the heart and belief in God, through His experiences He allowed me to have.  

34Howl, ye shepherds, and cry; and wallow yourselves in the ashes, ye principal of the flock: for the days of your slaughter and of your dispersions are accomplished; and ye shall fall like a pleasant vessel.

35And the shepherds shall have no way to flee, nor the principal of the flock to escape.

36A voice of the cry of the shepherds, and an howling of the principal of the flock, shall be heard: for the LORD hath spoiled their pasture.

37And the peaceable habitations are cut down because of the fierce anger of the LORD.

38He hath forsaken his covert, as the lion: for their land is desolate because of the fierceness of the oppressor, and because of his fierce anger.

Jerimiah 25: 34 She Said, the prophet.  

The disabled are the heart of God, and the invited shall be removed and they shall dine at His table, he said.  

In North Carolina, and many places else where, the churches have nothing to do with the Elderly and Disabled.  They are “outside” of the sanctuaries and no place is found in the churches for them.

The days of old, the old testament, included the prophets the Lord would send to Warn them.  Warn them of the Slaughter.  How can a Cripple Puerto Rican be a prophet, or, his articulation in line with the will of God?  He is not a Southern Baptist, you say.  Away with that person that attended NY Theological Seminary and Liberty University.  He is a pagan and Sinner, you say, You Said, You "Hate" me. 

They say, the modern day Sadducee and Pharisees, the modern day is the Seventh Day Adventist, the Jehovah Witnesses, the Southern Baptist, the Pentecostal, and the evangelicals. It was glorious, the brethren received us, we were across the street from the funeral home.  They circled us, they prayed with us, the Glory of God was show, I was back in the city on business, I was there to bury my dad, but embraced we were by the brethren.  They did not ask for a denominational dialogue. I clearly stated, I am of God, and they immediately embraced, in a Universal Tradition, the request for prayer in the tough time.  I wanted to stay, they, Iglesia Emanuel, were worshiping in my native tongue, Glorious.  

The routine was always there to embrace the separatist philosophies and theologies of the Modern Day church.  The Modern Day church, in the US, has an inherent belief that separate but equal is equal.  That we must maintain that separation at all cost.  Keep the disabled and elderly at home.  There is no place at the church for them.  

The prophet came in days of old to warn the Shepherds.  Warning, the ones whom will sit at the table as the same ones you will not allow and make sure they attend services in your sanctuaries.  Woe is you, I say.  

1 Peter 4:14, …13But rejoice that you share in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed at the revelation of His glory. 14If you are insulted for the name of Christ, you are blessed, because the Spiritof glory and of God rests on you. 15Indeed, none of you should suffer as a murderer or thief or wrongdoer, or even as a meddler.… .  

I was told I was hated by the Shepherd for what I said, may Christ be glorified.  If by saying the right thing I am told I am wrong, and I am threatened with physical violence, then so let it be.  God is good.  God judge between me and you. "I would discipline you", he said, what does that mean, physical violence?

The routine is not that I seek a church home.  No, it is dealing with the church realities of divided churches,  I am better and blessed moreso than you, you say, but God lifts up and makes a base, and that occurs when you do not do the will of the Almighty.  You call me a “church hopper” bu the challenge is, are you doing His will really?