Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Reflections of a Girl at School
I had tohe honor of going to a military funeral yesterday (Tuesday) and performing Taps at the burial service. This may not seem like a big deal, but you have no idea how huge of an impact those 21 notes have on the family and other people who have served with the fallen. Now, I have played at multiple military funeral, but none of those times had quite the impact on me as this one. As I was walking across the field to speak with the legion after the service the family came over to me in tears thanking me for taking my time away from school to come play.
As I was driving back to Wartburg I received a call from my mom. There was a message on the home phone from a vet and former bugler. He had said he was so thankful to hear someone play and not try to anything fancy with it. What really got me was he also said that it is the best Taps he has heard in 30 years. I never knew what an impact me taking a little time out of my day to play my trumpet to honor vets impacted people so much.
What can you do to honor someone who has given up so much that we can live a free life that we so love today? Thanking them is great, but if you are able to play those haunting 21 notes, you don't really know what you can do. I have now joined the organization Buglers Across America. It is an organization dedicated to providing buglers for military funerals. What really hit home for me was when I got back to campus. Speaking with Doc, he told me that he was extremly proud of me for going out to do this. I did not know the military would send a cd to families of those who have passed on so that they could have a trumpet sounding Taps played, but that is so emotionless and not as haunting as the real life sound of a metal trumpet from a distance floting heavy and haunting over other graves across the graveyard.
My challenge to you, if you cannot play Taps, or don't have an interest in that type of thing, is to thank a vet or active military member every chance you get. There sacrifice is unknown to us unless you expierence it for yourself first hand.
Well, enough ranting for right now. It's time to hit the books since I am paying thousands of dollars to become educated. I must do all that I can to be successful. Be on the watch for more blogs soon
Keep smiling!
Kelli J. Lair
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Nashville Mission Week Reflection
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Sisters
“In this life, family is the most precious gift we are given, the most sacred. Turn your back on them and that is when you truly have nothing.” Yia Yia said this in the movie The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Sisters have a special bond that people cannot always understand. What does sister actually mean then?
When most people hear the word sister they think of a girl with the same parents as another person. Biologically this is correct. Being an only child, I have no idea what it is like to have a sister around, but I have witnessed sibling life through my friends. Siblings spend their fair share of time fighting, however, this relationship runs deeper than that. These siblings can share experiences and sometimes, even work together to create a better good in their family. They may not appreciate each other in childhood but as the years go on the bond grows stronger.
This is not the only way to define a sister however. In fact, it does not have to have a biological connection at all. For example, the girl that is always there no matter what time of day or night, or in any condition can be a sister. It can be as simple as a best friend who we talk to non-stop and can’t imagine living without. They are slow to judge, quick to forgive, and are always loving.
Being the only child I am, I have found my sister in Amanda. Our relationship grew quickly and we were soon inseparable. We spent every weekend together for six weeks straight and if we were not together laughing or having fun face to face, we were texting like we were together. She is the one I go to with my problems or just to talk about any random topic. She has moved over twelve thousand miles away, but the only change is that we do not get to see each other anymore. The bond is still there, through thick and thin.
The prime example of non-biological sisters can be seen in the movie The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. These girls were close friends, who had the common bond of the magical pants that were able to fit them all. The simple article of clothing brought an unimaginable bond to them. Memories, worries, and stories were shared over late night phone calls, letters, and emails. This is what being a sister is all about, being there for each other, no matter the circumstances.
Sisters are everywhere, we just may not see them as we would always expect. A sister has that special bond that can only be broken by death and will never give up. Friends have special connections, but a sisters goes so much deeper.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Part XVII
Lots of things have been going on lately. It seems as a full moon is aproaching quickly.
Everyone seems to be changing in the past couple of days. Even I haven't been myself in the last 48 hours. Something just doesn't feel right. Do you know what I mean??? Of course you do, who hasn't had that feeling once in a while, but this is even different than that! I'm trying to keep on the positive side, but it can be so hard. Anyways, back to my actual topic.
Why does society act the way they do? Who actualy know, I sure don't, and something tells me you have your own opinion, such as I do, but no one actualy know except God. People are being tempted more than ever to do evil things to each other to get what they want. Society seems to be in an "it's all about ME" phase of the game. Really we should be thinking about our families, friends, those less fortunate than us, and most importantly God. No I am not a perfect Christian. Yes, I sin and do things that I'm not always proud of, but that doesn't mean I don't try. And I daydream about being able to wave a wand and magically the world will be fixed of all their problems. No more war, hunger, fighting, saddness, or poverty.
What really is a perfect world? More importantly, what is your perfect world, and how are you going to make the broken world we live in into that perfect place?
<3 Keep smiling! <3
Kelli J. Lair
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