Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Quote Journal #2 Raising Children

"Raising children, I knew now, was far more than fixing what was wrong with them. It was about identifying and amplifying their strengths and virtues, and helping them find the niche where they can live these positive traits to the fullest." (p. 28, Authentic Happiness by Marty Seligman)

Monday, April 25, 2011

Afghanistan Great Escape

Article about Afghanistan Great Escape

Last prisoner in the wing had spent three and a half hours watching 300 fellow inmates remove prison uniforms, shoes and turbans, enter the tunnel and walk to freedom. He stopped and listened. No snoring or shouting, nothing. The wing was empty. He grinned. His future was bleak, fighting, dying or more prison was his assumption, but this moment was sweet.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

British cruise ship passenger dies after being dropped into North Sea

British cruise ship passenger dies after being dropped into North Sea

Janet Richardson, 73, who was being carried off the ship on a stretcher, dies after falling into sub-zero ocean


* David Batty and agencies
* guardian.co.uk, Saturday 23 April 2011 16.34 BST


A British tourist who fell into the North Sea in sub-zero conditions as she was being carried on a stretcher off a cruise ship has died.

Janet Richardson, 73, from near Penrith, Cumbria, was taken ill on the Ocean Countess and fell into the sea while being stretchered onto a rescue vessel. She spent eight minutes in the water before being rescued and taken to hospital in Norway.

The grandmother died on Thursday evening at Cumberland Infirmary, Carlisle.

Richardson had begun to suffer internal bleeding on the voyage from Hull to Norway on a trip to see the Northern Lights with her husband George, 78.

The captain of the Ocean Countess, operated by UK company Cruise and Maritime Voyages, had called for a rescue boat to take her to hospital.

However, while the rescue teams were moving her on a stretcher to a rescue boat, she fell into the sea – which was about -3C at the time. The incident is under investigation by the cruise company and the Norwegian rescue authorities.

She was eventually transported to hospital in Bodø, Norway, accompanied by her husband, who remained by her bedside for several days before she was airlifted to Cumberland infirmary.

In a statement, North Cumbria University Hospitals said: "It is with regret that Mrs Janet Richardson passed away on Thursday evening, 21 April. Respecting the family's wishes, we have no further comment at this time."

What are the Northern Lights? What do they signify for people?
Why did the couple make the trip? Special occasion - wedding anniversary, second honeymoon, recovering from illness
Description of the boat
Why would you be bleeding internally?




Wednesday, April 20, 2011

down the shore

Wildwood. A place I will never visit again. The weekend before Easter may not, admittedly, display Wildwood at its best, but really its best might eek out a position slightly above Sunderland on a January morning for worst holiday destination. Downtown boasted shuttered restaurants thanking you for "the great season" and real estate offices pleading for custom. But most unnervingly, there were no other people. We had driven into a scene of "The Walking Dead"; I kept wanting to scan the rooftops for survivors. Even the hotel's car park was frightening as it contained our car, the manager's car and one other forlorn vehicle, possibly a lost soul from "the great season".
The middle-aged manageress huddled in her winter jacket peered curiously at us at check in.
"Why would you come down now?" She asked incredulously.

Leaving the deafening heating unit blasting warm air into our room, we ventured to the boardwalk, the symbol of American beach holidays. Traditionally, visitors stroll down the wooden parallel pier with the glistening beach on one side and a smorgasbord of arcades, candy floss, tacky souvenirs, and, inexplicably, Christmas decorations on the other. On previous shore trips. I've enjoyed hours of tacky, cheesy fun at the boardwalk; on this trip, our visit lasted maybe five minutes. The only open establishments were two body piercing and tattoos parlors. A couple of "walking dead" extras glared at us from gloomy doorways.

Luckily, the delightfully quaint island of Cape May was open for business and only four miles from Wildwood. We spent a lovely 36 hours climbing the lighthouse, putting our toes in the ocean, buying earrings made of wood and pressed flowers, gorging on crustaceans and feeding the goats the zoo. Returning to Wildwood was like visiting a slightly-off aunt who was once an attractive young woman, in the right light, but the years had been cruel to her.