Good morning everyone! It’s going to be a good day. The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and temperatures are in the low 70s. But that’s not why I know it will be a good day– but it certainly helps.
How do I know that? Because I think it will be a good day. It’s as simple as that. Believing it will be a good day is a self-fulfilling prophesy.
No matter your circumstance, healthy or ill, rich or poor, young or old–we all create our own world. Isn’t that great?
I know. I know. You’re thinking I’m putting on my Pollyanna cloak, but I’m not. I’ve learned if I think positively and believe I’m going to have a wonderful day, I will, It doesn’t matter if I’m going outside my home or just staying in. I will find happiness because I demand it.
Conversely, if I’m tired and crabby and negative, I may as well go back to bed because I certainly will have a bad day. I confess every once in a very long while, I want to be cranky and have a pity party. I’m human after all. But thank god, I never dwell on negative thoughts for too long.
I think we all have a responsibility to live a life that is full of wonderful days. So drink your coffee, go through your morning routine, and then face the world with a smile. It works. Believe me.
I’ll APPLE PIE AND STRUDEL GIRLS – BOOK 4
Lacrosse, Wisconsin-December 1041—A two o’clock on a sunny, cold December 8th afternoon Angelo and Rosalie listened to their radio to hear President Roosevelt’s address to Congress. The newspaper reports about the Japanese Empire bombing Pearl Harbor the day before were sketchy and they wanted to hear how the President would handle the attack. Everyone was sure he intended to ask congress for a declaration of war.
Gina played with her building blocks as her parents listened and held their breath.
“Yesterday, Dec. 7, 1941 – A date which will live in infamy – the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.
The United States was at peace with that nation, and, at the solicitation of Japan, was still in conversation with the government and its emperor looking toward the maintenance of peace in the Pacific.
Indeed, one hour after Japanese air squadrons commenced bombing Oahu, the Japanese ambassador to the United States and his colleagues delivered to the Secretary of State a formal reply to a recent American message. While this reply stated that it seemed useless to continue the existing diplomatic negotiations, it contained no threat or hint of war or armed attack.
It will be recorded that the distance of Hawaii from Japan makes it obvious that the attack was deliberately planned many days or even weeks ago. During the intervening time, the Japanese government deliberately sought to deceive the United States by false statements and expressions of hope for continued peace.
The attack yesterday on the Hawaiian Islands caused severe damage to our American naval and military forces. Many American lives have been lost. In addition, American ships reported they got torpedoed on the high seas between San Francisco and Honolulu.
Yesterday, the Japanese government also launched an attack against Malaya.
Last night, Japanese forces attacked Hong Kong.
Last night, Japanese forces attacked Guam.
Last night, Japanese forces attacked the Philippine Islands.
Last night, the Japanese attacked Wake Island.
This morning, the Japanese attacked Midway Island.
Japan, therefore, undertook a surprise offensive extending throughout the Pacific area. The facts of yesterday speak for themselves. The people of the United States already formed their opinions and understand the implications to the very life and safety of our nation.
As commander in chief of the Army and Navy, I have directed that all measures be taken for our defense.
Always we will remember the character of the onslaught against us.
No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people in their righteous might will win through to absolute victory.
I believe I interpret the will of the Congress and of the people when I assert that we will not only defend ourselves to the uttermost, but will make very certain that this form of treachery shall never endanger us again.
Hostilities exist. There is no blinking at the fact that our people, our territory and our interests are in grave danger.
With confidence in our armed forces – with the unbounding determination of our people – we will gain the inevitable triumph – so help us God.
I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan on Sunday, Dec. 7, a state of war exists between the United States and the Japanese empire.”
After the speech, “The Star Spangled Banner,” played. Angelo and Rosalie stood at attention with their hands over their hearts. Angelo’s eyes filled with tears and his chest grew tight because he knew his brother Tony was stationed at Pearl Harbor. Instead of crying, Rosalie prayed. She understood Angelo’s fear. Tony’s ship the USS California might be in the harbor where the attack occurred.
Lacrosse, Wisconsin—December—The Armani family went about preparing for Christmas like they did every other year, until two naval officers knocked on their front door. When Mrs. Armani saw their sad eyes, she broke down in sobs and fell to her knees. “No, not my Tony. Please God, not my son Tony!”
The officers stood stone faced and one of them took her hand. In a soft voice he said, “The Navy Department deeply regrets to inform you that your son, Anthony Armani is missing in action at Pearl Harbor.” Then they handed her a banner with a Gold Star appliqued on a white background.
Mama Armani rubbed her hand over the gold star and wept. Tomorrow she would hang the flag in her living room window to show the world her son gave the ultimate sacrifice for his country. But now she would weep as a piece of herself perished.
Mr. Armani called Angelo and Rosalie to come to the house immediately. “We got news about Tony.”
Rosalie grabbed Gina, and Angelo backed the truck out of the driveway throwing gravel in all directions.
He parked in front of his parent’s home and ran to the front door leaving Rosalie and Gina behind. He opened the door and found his mother sitting in an upholstered wing back chair sobbing. In an instant, Angelo realized Tony died in the Japanese attack. He fell to his knees and put his head in his mother’s lap. “Oh Ma, it can’t be true.”
She ran her hand through Angelo’s curly hair. “Itsa true, my son. Itsa true. Tony is gone.”
Rosalie and Mr. Armani witnessed the pain of a mother and brother realizing there was nothing they could do to ease their loss.
“How is he ever going to get over this?” Rosalie thought. “I can never fill such a big void in his life.”
Mr. Armani looked away with tears in his eyes. He walked out of the house and sat on a swing on the back porch. He did his grieving for his oldest son in private. He asked God why he needed Tony so much. He stared at the statue of the St. Francis in his flower garden and prayed for all the other families who lost a son at Pearl Harbor.