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We wish you a Merry Walmart and a Happy Best Buy. Not so fast… Enter Kiva.

Here we go again. We’ve been seeing posts regarding Christmas and the policies involving the display of signs on public buildings.

Bah, Humbug.

My family and I don’t understand the conflict involving the passing of good wishes to everyone during the holiday season.  We have heard the arguments, understand the dilemma faced when religion meets government meets litigation.

Why have we become so “eager to be offended?”

While we’re talking about “whatever happened to Christmas,” you may have noticed I have been featuring some videos on the site that display how uber-capitalism and has replaced the celebration of humanity and spirituality during the season.  Instead of wishing each other a Merry Christmas, or a Happy Hanukah , or any other expression of peace and love, perhaps we outta just say “We wish you a Merry Walmart and a Happy Best Buy.” Here’s one of my fav’s:

Have we lost it?

We feel all of this is counter to what we believe is the true meaning of the holiday season- whether Christian, Jewish, Afican-American, Hindu, Muslim, Neptunian, Blogger, or whatever.  It’s not about being unyielding, inflexible,or even confrontational.

It’s about love for our fellow man.

Our family said enough is enough.  Since last Christmas, our family has pledged that we will be spending less on ourselves and giving more to others.  It’s a simple as that.

Well, not quite that simple.

My eight-year old daughter used to get dozens of presents for Christmas, and will have a tough time adapting to the sudden downturn of goodies headed her way under the tree this year.  But she will be learning what I think is a valuable lesson as she goes through her life.  I hope she takes away from this lesson a certain capacity for compassion for her fellow humans- something I think might be a key element in our idealistic view of the future of humanity.

Let me start by saying I don’t think that what we’re doing is necessarily the right thing to do, nor may it be right for any of you.  We are not evangelists, we aren’t putting our values up against yours, and we are not better than anyone else because of our decision.

I simply want to tell you about how our family decided to counter-steer a bit and try to head back toward what we believe is closer to the true meaning of the holiday season.  It’s just right for us, and it might be a something you wish to consider as well.

Donating time, talent, and treasure to religious and social organizations will continue.  But in addition to throwing dollars to the needy or sheckles in the kettles, we’ve discovered an innovative way to invest in the future of those less fortunate than us.

It’s called micro-financing.

Here’s how it works:

You take a Jackson and a fin and you give it to a micro-financing organization such as kiva.org.   They take your $25 and add it to a pool of other donations that gradually add up to a sum that constitutes an amount of money that has been applied for by a person in need.  You even get to peruse the applicants and decide for yourself who to help out.  It could be to buy a goat in Eastern Europe, beauty supplies to be sold in Senegal, or even a struggling business owner right here in the U.S..

But it is a loan.

So, after a certain period of time, your loan will be repaid!  Your original investment is available to you and you have the option of taking your money back or re-investing in another loan.  That same $25 can be used over and over and over again.

Of course, there is the chance you’ll never see your $25 again.  But catch this:  The default rate on these loans at Kiva is under 2%!

See, these people are so dedicated to their chance to dig themselves out of poverty that they treat their loans as a crucial part of their character.  In fact, if one loan recipient is having trouble paying back their loan, it’s not uncommon for other loan recipients to step in and assist them in order to keep the program running in high gear.

Here’s a short video describing Kiva; there are several others out there if you are interested.  Just search for kiva on youtube.com.

Instead of turning beggars into survivors, we can turn them into providers.  Instead of just feeding the poor a fish, or even teaching them to fish, we’re financing a local fishing entrepreneurship that can be built upon for many others benefit..

If you think this is something in which you might like to participate, it couldn’t be simpler.  Just go to Kiva.org and they walk you through the steps.  It takes all of 10-15 minutes and can make a huge difference.

Once you make your loan selection, you can tie it into one of many “groups”.  We’ve started a Kiva Fire EMS group It’s a good way to show how much firefighters and EMS workers care about their fellow man.

So whether you choose Kiva or any other micro-lending organization, we’re sure you’ll find it rewarding to feel the true meaning of the holiday season begin to reappear.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of you.

In the spirit of brotherhood,

-J

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Another Example: Size Really Does Matter…

Brand new ladder truck? A cool million.

Price to certify staff to drive it? $100,000

Price to build a new station because it won’t fit inside the ones you have? Priceless.

The Clarksville (IN) Fire Department must be doing a collective face palm.

After taking delivery of their beautiful new ladder truck, they were confronted with a problem. It was too big to fit in any of their stations.

OK. Think.

Eureka! Apparently the only station large enough to house the new apparatus was their Station 3, so they raised the door to fit it in. Problem solved.

Or not.

You see, Station 3 is staffed by volunteers with this combination department. None of the volunteers are currently “qualified” to drive the monster.

OK. Think.

“We’re trying to go the cheapest route,” said Clarksville Town Councilman Don Tetley, a liaison between the council and the department. So, earlier this month, the Clarksville Redevelopment Commission approved spending up to $100,000.00 to contract with the neighboring McCullough Volunteer Fire Department in order to have a qualified driver there 24/7.

But that’s not all.

Rick Dickman (his real name, I checked) weighed in on the size issue.

Dickman, Clarksville Redevelopment Director, noted that the size problem won’t be long-lasting an issue much longer for long.  That problem will be licked solved when a proposed new firehouse — to replace nearly 40-year old Station No. 2 – is erected built.

Ahh. Now it seems to make more sense…

Stay Stoked!

-J

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Candy Corn- The Fruitcake of Halloween

So the boys were shopping and had finished grabbing the food items for the day. With a heavy day of training ahead, we were looking for something quick and easy. We found ourselves a pot roast to throw into the crock part with a big jar giardiniera peppers (set it and forget it and it makes the best Italian beef sandwiches).

Thoughts turned to next shift, Halloween. Kids would be by the station, all dolled up and cute, waiting to see what treats awaited them from their heroes.

“The only kind we should get is candy corn, it’s tradition.  Kids won’t get a chance to eat ‘em again,” offered the pre-diabetic Eric.

“Those are crap. They are neither candy nor corn, my friend,” scoffed Art. “You want to kill the kids?”

“Then let’s just get these and get outta here,” Al said as he snatched up a government-sized package of raisins.

“Are you guys nuts?” I said, already knowing the answer to my question. “Don’t you remember how we used to sort out our candy after a hard night of trick-or-treating? There’s a ‘good pile’ and a ‘crap pile’. I don’t want the kids to think of us as losers. Kids love Reese’s, Milky Way’s, Snickers- you know, the good stuff.”

So we grabbed a mixed bag of M&M’s, Butterfingers, and Twix and headed out.

After dinner that evening, talk again turned to the ‘crap pile’. Memories of Halloweens past brought to mind all the horrid treats that found their way into our bags…

Candy corn- ahh, the ‘Fruitcake of Halloween.’ First, we used to nibble off the white tip, then decap the yellow part before finishing off the orange section. Then we used to just scarf down handfuls of them. Then we headed straight into the bathroom….

Toothbrushes- not even candy. Halloween is not the time for do-gooders to get all doctory on us.

Tootsie rolls- always found their way to the bottom of the bag. Cavity-filling remover. Too tiny, usually stale, looked like turds.

Raisins- First, we tossed the wrinkles nuggets, then used the box as an improvised kazoo!

Miscellaneous wrapped hard candies- we could get these anytime we wanted at grandma’s house. In fact, they’re probably still there.

Apples- remember how we used to be able to head over to the local hospital to have them x-ray the apple to make sure they were absent of razor blades?  The only thing we used to do with apples after trick or treating was to hurl them. I won’t tell you what any of the targets were, you should be able to figure that out.

Pennies- my kids won’t even stop to pick a penny up off the street!

Business card from the neighborhood mortgage broker. Pitiful.

Jesus pamphlets- see above.

Circus peanuts- Should never be eaten, only for display next to the circus’ three-headed goat.  Not even peanutty! Wallboard soaked in artificial banana flavoring. Never ate ‘em, but loved watching them in the microwave!

Cheese and peanut-butter crackers- The commercials never went “Hey you got cheese in my peanut butter!” There is a reason for that.   Also, by the time we got home after dragging our bags all over the neighborhood, they turned into cheese and peanut-butter dust.

Chuckles- many of you might not remember those sugar-coated jelly wedges that looked like slices of lemon, lime, or orange. After tasting one, you would never forget it.

Necco Wafers- Just like the Smarties of 1847, when the nation’s scientists were still figuring out fun and flavor. They look like slivers of sidewalk chalk, but don’t taste quite as good. Interesting side note- they used to substitute as quarters in our toll booths.

There are so many more.  I purposely left some out so you could add your ‘favorites’ to the list.

Stay stoked!

-J

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Firefighter Cooking Show Seeking Best Firehouse Cook

Everyone claims to know the best firehouse cook.  Here’s another opportunity to lay claim to the fame.  Check these guys out at HeroesInTheHouse.com

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