Well I am pleased to announce that my website is now officially online! It is up, running, and fuctioning perfectly! I'd love for anyone who reads this to check it out! The address is www.katyg777.thebradplace.net
Vote on the polls, sign my guestbook (bottom of the homepage), check out the totally sweet links, drool over the awesome pictures : ) and then comment on this blog and let me know what you think!
On a slightly different note, my brother's website is hosting, not just me, but Joe Wilka's-yes, the Joe Wilka-new Movie Spoof 3 trailer. Go to theforce.net for the URL.
Again, my brother is hosting me too. His website is www.thebradplace.net. You've got to see the video my brothers and sister helped me make for an English project on lightning (don't even ask). It's definately hilarious, with my brother, Pete, playing Ron Burgundy. Trust me, you don't want to miss it! Go to his site by clicking on the link above, click on "downloads" and then on "videos" and under "Movies" will be my movie. It should say something like "My little sister's English project: An Anchorman fanfilm". Click on the pictureto watch the video. Hope you like it! Comment on the video here too!
hearts n hugs to all my friends and fam out there!
Katy
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Thursday, January 05, 2006
I Have a Dream
“I have a dream…” These words were once spoken by the renowned Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Well I have a dream. This dream of mine is that someday, sooner, rather than later, our country, the United States of America, would come to realize that she is not all-powerful.
I have a dream that we would look beyond ourselves to the others who need our help. There is enough food in America to feed everyone in the world one square meal a day. Everyone in the world! 6 billion of us! And yet what is it that we do with our food? We feed it to ourselves, our cows, we dump our food into compost piles to rot. Does this tell you what it tells me-that we care immeasurably more about our fat cows than the 10 people who just died of starvation this very second? Whatever happened to “Do unto others…” or “Love your neighbor as yourself”? It’s unthinkable these days- “Do something for someone else? Put someone else before myself?! That’s completely idiotic!” It’s idiotically ridiculous for those who say stuff like this, not to realize that by helping others you help yourself anyway!
The vast resources of America aren’t for us to waste on ourselves, they’re for us to bless our neighbors with. How is it that we can be so selfish, so self-centered to not be able to look past our noses, stuck straight up, to see the real world around us? People really are starving in China; there really are children in the Philippines who sell other people’s garbage for money, and kids in Africa really would love to eat your dinner.
In the Dominican Republic I saw hundreds of people living in barrios, whose homes are fashioned from flattened out tin barrels of fish oil. Those barrio villagers used the same dirty river with garbage floating in it to bathe, wash dishes and clothes and urinate in. This is the same river that they drink out of. Injuries that would seem terrible to us, are but a daily occurrence to these people. One Dominican man had been in a machete fight, and in shielding his face with his hand, ended up with only two whole fingers on one hand.
One my first medical mission trip, I remember a young girl name Julita, who was playing outside of our makeshift clinic with her friends. One of the nurses finally noticed her, and in horror, told her to go get her mother and return quickly to see the doctor. Julita came back and showed us all her hand. The girl had been turning on a light in her house, when a current of electricity so strong surged through her body, that she couldn’t let go of the switch. When the electricity was finally finished channeling through her, the top half of her middle finger was nothing but a blackened stump of bone, and her index and ring fingers were badly burned and had open sores. By the time we found her, two months later, her fingers had become infected, and gangrene was already spreading through her hand. If nothing was done, the gangrene would take over her entire arm and then consume her body, killing her. Luckily, we were able to help little Julita; her hand was amputated, and she recovered and is now doing well. And yet, there were so many others who were beyond help, so many others to whose aid we weren’t able to come. This story is but a taste of the horrific lives others lead while we are oblivious to it all.
I have a dream. I dream, I hope, I pray that America would realize that we have been so blessed to be able to gorge ourselves three times a day, oftentimes more. Pity and compassion are not rare, we have them all the time, and yet we do nothing. Who cares if we have those feelings if we do nothing about it? Compassion, pity, love, none of these are worth a flick of my finger if no action accompanies them. Observe how, in the past few months, we descended on New Orleans like a flock of angels from heaven after Hurricane Katrina. We help ourselves, but we do not help our neighbors. Even in the case of the tsunami, the only reason we went to help the devastated was because our own people were there. We went to recover our rich, vacationing Americans.
This American attitude of superiority, of “I’m better than you are”, sickens me. It leaves a foul taste on my tongue. We can’t see past our own fat bellies to see the little people down by our toes, whom we tred upon and don’t even care, let alone notice.
I have a dream. That one day, someday, we would wake up from this dream of the utopian society we seem to think we live in. I have a dream that Americans would realize that there are much better things to live for than food or money. I have a dream that America as a whole would reach out to the countries of the world and lend them a hand. I have a dream that we would begin to live as God meant for us to live, with love, with compassion, with integrity in action towards everyone.
I have a dream that we would look beyond ourselves to the others who need our help. There is enough food in America to feed everyone in the world one square meal a day. Everyone in the world! 6 billion of us! And yet what is it that we do with our food? We feed it to ourselves, our cows, we dump our food into compost piles to rot. Does this tell you what it tells me-that we care immeasurably more about our fat cows than the 10 people who just died of starvation this very second? Whatever happened to “Do unto others…” or “Love your neighbor as yourself”? It’s unthinkable these days- “Do something for someone else? Put someone else before myself?! That’s completely idiotic!” It’s idiotically ridiculous for those who say stuff like this, not to realize that by helping others you help yourself anyway!
The vast resources of America aren’t for us to waste on ourselves, they’re for us to bless our neighbors with. How is it that we can be so selfish, so self-centered to not be able to look past our noses, stuck straight up, to see the real world around us? People really are starving in China; there really are children in the Philippines who sell other people’s garbage for money, and kids in Africa really would love to eat your dinner.
In the Dominican Republic I saw hundreds of people living in barrios, whose homes are fashioned from flattened out tin barrels of fish oil. Those barrio villagers used the same dirty river with garbage floating in it to bathe, wash dishes and clothes and urinate in. This is the same river that they drink out of. Injuries that would seem terrible to us, are but a daily occurrence to these people. One Dominican man had been in a machete fight, and in shielding his face with his hand, ended up with only two whole fingers on one hand.
One my first medical mission trip, I remember a young girl name Julita, who was playing outside of our makeshift clinic with her friends. One of the nurses finally noticed her, and in horror, told her to go get her mother and return quickly to see the doctor. Julita came back and showed us all her hand. The girl had been turning on a light in her house, when a current of electricity so strong surged through her body, that she couldn’t let go of the switch. When the electricity was finally finished channeling through her, the top half of her middle finger was nothing but a blackened stump of bone, and her index and ring fingers were badly burned and had open sores. By the time we found her, two months later, her fingers had become infected, and gangrene was already spreading through her hand. If nothing was done, the gangrene would take over her entire arm and then consume her body, killing her. Luckily, we were able to help little Julita; her hand was amputated, and she recovered and is now doing well. And yet, there were so many others who were beyond help, so many others to whose aid we weren’t able to come. This story is but a taste of the horrific lives others lead while we are oblivious to it all.
I have a dream. I dream, I hope, I pray that America would realize that we have been so blessed to be able to gorge ourselves three times a day, oftentimes more. Pity and compassion are not rare, we have them all the time, and yet we do nothing. Who cares if we have those feelings if we do nothing about it? Compassion, pity, love, none of these are worth a flick of my finger if no action accompanies them. Observe how, in the past few months, we descended on New Orleans like a flock of angels from heaven after Hurricane Katrina. We help ourselves, but we do not help our neighbors. Even in the case of the tsunami, the only reason we went to help the devastated was because our own people were there. We went to recover our rich, vacationing Americans.
This American attitude of superiority, of “I’m better than you are”, sickens me. It leaves a foul taste on my tongue. We can’t see past our own fat bellies to see the little people down by our toes, whom we tred upon and don’t even care, let alone notice.
I have a dream. That one day, someday, we would wake up from this dream of the utopian society we seem to think we live in. I have a dream that Americans would realize that there are much better things to live for than food or money. I have a dream that America as a whole would reach out to the countries of the world and lend them a hand. I have a dream that we would begin to live as God meant for us to live, with love, with compassion, with integrity in action towards everyone.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Happy New Year!
Wow! It's been a while since I last blogged! The season has been really busy! Three of our friends from Washington flew down here to see us, and they've been here for like a week, but they left today. We went skiing with them up at Heavenly, Lake Tahoe, and that was awesome-the snow was great! Although the lift lines and the gondola line were really long. For a full update look me up on myspace by my first and last name, which are listed as Katy and Joy. Now I'm going back to school, and my first day back has been pretty good so far. This afternoon I'm going back to work. I guess somehow my employer "forgot" to pay me last month. Yeah. whatever. Oh well, the banks were't open anyway. LIsten, the bell just rang, so I gotta go. But hearts and hugs to all my fans out there! ; )
Katy
Katy
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