News for Wednesday, July 14, 2004

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A sense of humor has its place ... mats - Clay Wilson

A sense of humor is, I think, essential to getting through life with any measure of sanity. I pity those people who don't have one.

Worth a thousand words - Michael Davis

Sometimes a picture can tell the story. In newspapers, we use photographs to lend insight into a situation or put a face to personality.

Flood still wet memory 10 years later - Kathy Jefcoats

I can't believe it has been 10 years since the Great Flood because I remember it so well. I was scheduled for surgery that week and spent a rainy Monday at the hospital in Macon getting pre-op tests run. Sometime that afternoon, all non-emergency surgeries in the city were canceled. It would be almost a year before I underwent that surgery but that's a whole other story.

Don't be too ambitious with math - April Avison

The local news reported last week that Georgia education officials are considering a new way of teaching math that would "combine concepts from courses in algebra, geometry and trigonometry."

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Former Clayton County standout heading to Athens

By Doug Gorman

Arrest made in woman's death

By Ed Brock

County, school system wade through pool bills

By Greg Gelpi

The bottle rocket's red glare - Rob Felt

Warning: Do not attempt to recreate the following events. Please observe proper safety precautions when enjoying fireworks. The events described here are not endorsed by the Daily Herald, the News Daily, Community Newspaper Holdings Inc. or any of their affiliates.

A poem for my sister - Shelia Ross

The day my 33-year-old younger sister, Callie Sweed of Jonesboro died on June 1, I was devastated. I felt like the world had come to an end that day and my heart was very heavy. I had never lost anyone so dear and so close in all my life. I was beside myself - wondering and searching myself, trying to figure out how I would get through a loss that was real. My sister had been hospitalized since April and diagnosed with a horrible condition called calciphylaxis. This is painful and deadly condition that affects a small percentage of patients experiencing renal failure. At the time I didn't truly understand what this horrible disease was and just how serious it was. I only knew it as a name. It didn't ring a bell like other medical conditions do such as cancer, diabetes, and heart disease. My sister's medical challenges began as early as age 12 when she was diagnosed with diabetes, and thereafter sickness and disease began to plague her body year after year. Time and time again she had to inject herself with insulin. As she entered adulthood, her life became a revolving door of in-and-out of doctors' offices, purchasing maintenance drugs, hospitalizations and shut-ins at home from not feeling well. It just wasn't fair. She had to deal with so much and my cares were light. The day she died, processing the fact that she was gone, was just as hard as processing how I would get through the day. In order to find some answers, I knew immediately who I had to talk to. Though my heart was heavy and wracked with pain simultaneously, because I'm already a part of him, without hesitation, I went straight to God. I told him how I was struggling, especially since I had been praying and asking him to save her and not to let her go so soon. In the preceeding weeks my prayer to him had been, "Father, she is too young, she hasn't lived half her life yet, please let her live longer." That day, I spoke to God several times, saying, "Oh Lord, this is just not happening, it just can't be happening." As a result, my conversations with Him that day helped me to ultimately believe in Him more, and to most importantly perceive His great and wondrous powers. It was that day I recognized that my own spiritual relationship with him had gone full circle. As a Christian I had personally experienced His ultimate reason for coming to this earth, his ultimate mission. It was then and only then that my pain eased up and my perplexed mind became clearer. I now could breath, smile and feel good on the inside, knowing that the most ultimate creation in this world now held my sister in his hands. My pain began to subside. As preparation for her funeral got under way, I was immediately prompted to speak at her funeral. I decided to read a poem at the service. The poem I wrote the night before the funeral was my dedication to her, thanking her for being my sister. I titled the poem, "My Dear Sister Callie and have included it here.

A civil war, not a civil campaign - Bob Paslay

The words were not out of John Kerry's mouth announcing his choice for vice president when the attack machine began to try to dismantle North Carolina Sen. John Edwards.

See through their stratagems - R.H. Joseph

What could be more despicable than striking unnecessary fear into the hearts of the public for the sole purpose of furthering your own ends?

Welcome to my driving school - Greg Gelpi

With an empty smile and a nonchalant wave of the hand, it was all OK.

County considering regulating taxi industry

By Greg Gelpi

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July 14, 2004

Is this the Seinfeld administration? - Ed Brock

The latest press conference by Homeland Security Director Tom Ridge strongly resembled an episode of "Seinfeld."