Posts Tagged ‘A Loved One’

Motorcyclists Ride in Honor of United Flight 93

Saturday, August 29th, 2009

On September 11, 2001, Louis "Joey" Nacke II was among the 40 passengers and crew members of United Flight 93, which crashed in a field in Pennsylvania.

Those who were on the flight are commonly thought of as heroes for standing up to terrorists who had taken control of the plane and diverting it from its intended target of Washington DC.

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Author, speaker and mentor Ronda Del Boccio presents the Shrink With Me Blog. Ronda Del Boccio is the author of I’ll Push You steer, plus numerous articles and stories.

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My Winning Strategy

Thursday, October 23rd, 2008

Coach, the kids call me. For me, the most important meaning of the word goes all the way back to the 1500s, when a coach was a horse-drawn carriage with a specific purpose: to transport a person of importance from where he was to where he wanted to be or needed to be going.

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Author, speaker and mentor Ronda Del Boccio presents the Shrink With Me Blog. Ronda Del Boccio is the author of I’ll Push You steer, plus numerous articles and stories.

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Born on Christmas Eve

Saturday, December 1st, 2007
!--paging_filter--pIt was a September evening in 1964, only hours after my husband Warren's funeral./p pWhen the children went to bed, I sat in the tall fireside chair that had at one time graced the parlor of my mother's childhood home. I had to be alone. I was beyond tears./p pemThis is the rest of my life,/em I thought. I knew how much the children would miss Warr. My heart ached for them. I knew about all the birthdays and holidays and graduations when they'd see other kids celebrating with their fathers. I knew because I'd been there./p pa href=http://www.guideposts.com/story/mary-higgins-clark-kitchen-privileges-memoirread more/a/p