I am not an aggressive person. I rarely raise my voice, and when I do, it’s usually out of excitement, not anger. There is one thing that will light me on fire though…smokers.
With the music blaring and windows down, I was speeding along I-4 last Sunday afternoon. I was in very high spirits after spending the weekend with my family. Weaving through traffic, my eye caught a blue minivan.
Things took a turn for the worse. Not only are blue minivans extremely tacky, but the driver of the atrocious van was disgusting. He didn’t have any facial problems or other noticeable unattractive qualities. No, the sickening thing about this man was the item he was holding in his hand. What is this object that is causing such revulsion in my mind? It was a lit death stick. In a van occupied with three children, this man was smoking a cigarette. To make matters worse, he had the windows up.
Nothing gets my blood boiling like a parent that smokes in front of their children. A parent that smokes in front of their kids while trapping them and the smoke inside the vehicle? That is enough to make me want to pull the driver over on the road and give him a swift slap on the head.
We don’t let toddlers cross the street without holding our hand. Children can’t ride in the car without being strapped down to a car seat that has met national certification standards. Nowadays we’re even walking our kids on a leash to keep them protected. Parents are doing all of these things to keep children safe, healthy, and most importantly…alive. We won’t tolerate parents that hit their kids, we arrest adults that abuse them, and we have more child safety laws than I can count. If we care so much about the protection and safety children, why is it acceptable to expose them to the life threatening risks of secondhand smoke?
Secondhand smoke is the mixture of the smoke off the burning end of a cigarette, and the smoke exhaled by the smoker. It contains over 4,000 substances. According to the Environmental Protection Agency, secondhand smoke is a serious risk for children. Some of the effects of secondhand smoke can cause asthma, lower respiratory tract infections like bronchitis and pneumonia, ear infections, and a significant lowering in lung function. It’s horrible to think that kids are being hospitalized because their parents won’t step outside to smoke a cigarette. No-Smoke says that secondhand smoke exposure greatly affects a child’s ability to learn. More than 21.9 million children are estimated to be at risk of reading deficits because of secondhand smoke.
Not only does secondhand smoke affect children an early age, the repercussions of smoking will last their entire lives. Kids who have parents that smoke will be twice as likely to smoke when they are older according to Medical News. We all know that smoking kills. So why are we just sitting by and watching it happen?
I have never been a smoker myself, so I don’t know how difficult it is to quit or how addicting cigarettes are, but I do know that if you love your children then you will make sure you don’t expose them to the harmful substances in secondhand smoke. For those of you who aren’t smokers, don’t be afraid to call someone out next time you see them blowing smoke in a child’s face! I’m not saying you should yank the cigarette out of their hand and yell at them (as tempting as that sounds), but you could let them kindly know that by smoking in front of children they are setting a negative example and hurting others. You could be helping save that kid from a lot of damage. I have no problem letting an adult know the harm that they’re causing by breathing chemicals into fresh air. They may not appreciate what I have to say at the time, but hopefully something will click in their brain later on, and maybe next time they’ll find a more appropriate place to smoke. Somewhere away from children. If we all work together to inform as many people as possible, smokers and non-smokers, about the danger secondhand smoke causes, then many lives will be changed for the better. Every year in the United States 7,500 infants and 15,000 children are hospitalized from secondhand smoke exposure according to American Lung Association. We can lower those numbers.
A word to you smokers out there: if you want to throw your money down the drain and slowly kill yourself by smoking, then I’m not here to stop you. If you plan to expose a helpless child to that, then we have a burning problem.
Broken.
Posted by
victory_joy
on Friday, October 1, 2010
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I am broken.
I come from a broken past, a broken family, and a long list of broken relationships.
Let me define the context of the term 'broken'. Being broken can mean:
-Being abused.
-Going through a divorce.
- Dealing with depression.
-Ending a relationship.
-Death of a friend, child, sibling, or family member.
-Moving away from home.
I think anything that breaks your spirit and takes a little bit of happiness and joy out of life can be put under the broken category.
The reason I feel the desire to write about being broken is because up until now, I've looked at my broken past with regret and anger. When really, I should be looking at it with gratitude and appreciation for where it has put me today.
Maybe I should give a quick summary of my own brokeness before I continue.
I come from a mother and father who were not exctly parent material. Simply put, they preferred sex and drugs over raising children, which caused them to get a divorce when I was two. My father could not handle raising two toddlers on his own so my grandparents kept me and my older sister until the age of eight. For two years my father made an attempt to raise us, but when I was ten he met a woman who quickly became our step mother...and she was not interested in her new husband being a package deal.
Her dislike for my sister and I led to three years of moving in with other family members until the failed attempts at finding a relative to take us in led to sticking us into foster homes.
In my childhood I moved into more houses than I can count on both hands, and made and lost more relationships than I care to think about. It is easy to say that I am a broken person, but harder to think about the fact that my brokeness is actually a gift. I think my brokeness reveals something about who I am.
Each of us has suffered in a way no other has. Those spirit breaking moments in our heart are what create our uniqueness. When thinking of how broken humans are I picture a road filled with potholes in my head. That symbolizes our hearts. Every pothole and bump in the road shows how damaged and broken our lives are.
The one wonderful thing about potholes: They can be filled.
Right now, I'm learing that the broken spots in my life are all just places that can be filled with God's over powering grace and love. In a book I'm currently reading called 'The Beloved', the author Nouwen says,
"When we keep listening to attentively to the voice calling us the Beloved, it becomes possible to live our brokeness, not as a confirmation of our fear that we are worthless, but as an oppurtunity to purify and deepen the blessing that rests upon us...As I grow older, I am more than ever aware of how little as well as how much we can do for others. Yes indeed, we are chosen, blessed, and broken to be given."
Being a broken person, I often ask myself, Why me? Why now? What did I do to deserve this?
And though I don't have the official and perfect answer for these questions, this is what I think. Like Nouwen says, we are broken to be given. To be able to fully give ourselves to God, and others, we have to have some rough and broken edges in our life. How else can we relate to each other?
I am thankful to be broken. Being broken offers a whole new way of sharing life and giving each other hope. What could be more rewarding than that?
I come from a broken past, a broken family, and a long list of broken relationships.
Let me define the context of the term 'broken'. Being broken can mean:
-Being abused.
-Going through a divorce.
- Dealing with depression.
-Ending a relationship.
-Death of a friend, child, sibling, or family member.
-Moving away from home.
I think anything that breaks your spirit and takes a little bit of happiness and joy out of life can be put under the broken category.
The reason I feel the desire to write about being broken is because up until now, I've looked at my broken past with regret and anger. When really, I should be looking at it with gratitude and appreciation for where it has put me today.
Maybe I should give a quick summary of my own brokeness before I continue.
I come from a mother and father who were not exctly parent material. Simply put, they preferred sex and drugs over raising children, which caused them to get a divorce when I was two. My father could not handle raising two toddlers on his own so my grandparents kept me and my older sister until the age of eight. For two years my father made an attempt to raise us, but when I was ten he met a woman who quickly became our step mother...and she was not interested in her new husband being a package deal.
Her dislike for my sister and I led to three years of moving in with other family members until the failed attempts at finding a relative to take us in led to sticking us into foster homes.
In my childhood I moved into more houses than I can count on both hands, and made and lost more relationships than I care to think about. It is easy to say that I am a broken person, but harder to think about the fact that my brokeness is actually a gift. I think my brokeness reveals something about who I am.
Each of us has suffered in a way no other has. Those spirit breaking moments in our heart are what create our uniqueness. When thinking of how broken humans are I picture a road filled with potholes in my head. That symbolizes our hearts. Every pothole and bump in the road shows how damaged and broken our lives are.
The one wonderful thing about potholes: They can be filled.
Right now, I'm learing that the broken spots in my life are all just places that can be filled with God's over powering grace and love. In a book I'm currently reading called 'The Beloved', the author Nouwen says,
"When we keep listening to attentively to the voice calling us the Beloved, it becomes possible to live our brokeness, not as a confirmation of our fear that we are worthless, but as an oppurtunity to purify and deepen the blessing that rests upon us...As I grow older, I am more than ever aware of how little as well as how much we can do for others. Yes indeed, we are chosen, blessed, and broken to be given."
Being a broken person, I often ask myself, Why me? Why now? What did I do to deserve this?
And though I don't have the official and perfect answer for these questions, this is what I think. Like Nouwen says, we are broken to be given. To be able to fully give ourselves to God, and others, we have to have some rough and broken edges in our life. How else can we relate to each other?
I am thankful to be broken. Being broken offers a whole new way of sharing life and giving each other hope. What could be more rewarding than that?
Quantity Exceeds Quality at Flagler College
Posted by
victory_joy
on Sunday, September 26, 2010
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Taking a glance at Flagler College, we see the breath taking campus, lovely fountains, and beautiful new plaza. The next addition to the Flagler College campus should be a nice large sign right in the center reading, “Tourists: Beware of being trampled by the Flagler student body from the hours of 9 a.m. to 3 p.m..”
Flagler College is too crowded. Every parking lot at Flagler has a trail of cars circling the lot trying to hunt down an open spot. The bike racks are crammed so tight they literally are stacked on top of each other, and students shouldn’t even bother trying to find a seat in the dining hall during the lunchtime hours of 12 p.m.-1 p.m..
The Flagler College website shows that students are paying about $20,000 a year to attend this school. Are we really getting what we pay for? Flagler boasts of its small population and a 20-to-1 student-teacher ratio, which I only have only observed in one of my classes. We can all agree on the fact that Flagler College is an absolutely stunning site. Ponce de Leon hall is the centerpiece of the campus, but inside, things aren’t so pretty for the girls. Students who are paying $7,420 a year to live on campus should not have to worry about termite feces falling through the cracked ceiling as they sleep, or trails of it left all around their bathroom sink. According to Orkin Pest Control, since the evidence of the bugs is so visible in the rooms, it is likely that a full-blown termite infestation has already occurred. While we’re on the topic of bugs, it’s also important not to forget the bed bugs that have been tormenting students in the new FEC dorms. Bed bugs are found in the cracks and crevices of beds and live by sucking the blood out of humans and leaving an irritated rash (Bed Bugs). Being sucked on by bugs is not quite what I had in mind for the ‘college experience’.
The dorms at Flagler are pretty spacious but there are not enough of them for the growing campus. Recently I received an email asking transfers and upper classmen if they would like to move out so they could move in more freshmen. One of the main reasons female students love Flagler College so much is because of the charm of Ponce De Leon hall and the privilege of living in the dorm. Asking students to leave after a year makes it sound like we’re just a number, and that Flagler needs to make more room for more money…I mean students, to come through next semester.
The bright side to some of these problems is that there are easy solutions. Termites could easily be taken care of by getting an exterminator to come in once a month and wipe them out. I think that if Flagler spent more money on expanding parking and less on palm trees for the tourists to snap pictures of then we would be making some progress. Bike racks could easily be multiplied in the breezeways and the dining hall issue could be taken care of by organizing the tables in a more space efficient way to make room for more. The issue of Flagler being over populated needs to be better regulated by the school. There is a simple solution: stop accepting more students than you can house. It’s silly that they have to ask upperclassmen to leave so they can fit in more students. Flagler just opened new dormitories to house students, but maybe it is time to add a few more.
Flagler College offers an excellent education to the students, and if the standard of living were as high as that of instruction then there would be no need for complaints. With quick-fix solutions to the bug and space management problems, Flagler would be much improved. As to the population problem, Flagler is either expanding too quickly or not fast enough, depending on your priorities for campus size and ideal student population. Contrary to popular belief, size really does matter.
A Wake Up Call.
Posted by
victory_joy
on Thursday, September 16, 2010
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Over half the students that were Christ followers before entering college will walk away from their faith once entering college. That means about one out of every two kids will turn away from God in one of the most difficult and changing times of their life.
This statistic is a bit of a wake up call. I don't think that I was in the process of walking away from God, but I do think I was starting to get a little too comfy putting him in that box.
I think the biggest reason us college students who are Christ followers have a difficult time continuing our relationship with God is because we become easily consumed by the world. Entering college means entering a whole new social scene, with new standards that need to be met and new people that we want to approve of us. Partying replaces praying, and Sunday suddenly becomes the only day to actually catch up on sleep.
My newest goal on my list of things to do outside of my comfort zone is to try to not be of this world. By that I mean that I don't want to be influenced by the things on this earth. I want to be less focused on what people think of me, and more centered on what I want to do with my relationship with God. So that is my next goal on my list of things to do outside my comfort zone. Item one on the list (finding a new church) will hopefully be checked off after Sunday...going to test out my first new church and hopefully I'll love it!
I'll be sure to keep you posted :)
This statistic is a bit of a wake up call. I don't think that I was in the process of walking away from God, but I do think I was starting to get a little too comfy putting him in that box.
I think the biggest reason us college students who are Christ followers have a difficult time continuing our relationship with God is because we become easily consumed by the world. Entering college means entering a whole new social scene, with new standards that need to be met and new people that we want to approve of us. Partying replaces praying, and Sunday suddenly becomes the only day to actually catch up on sleep.
My newest goal on my list of things to do outside of my comfort zone is to try to not be of this world. By that I mean that I don't want to be influenced by the things on this earth. I want to be less focused on what people think of me, and more centered on what I want to do with my relationship with God. So that is my next goal on my list of things to do outside my comfort zone. Item one on the list (finding a new church) will hopefully be checked off after Sunday...going to test out my first new church and hopefully I'll love it!
I'll be sure to keep you posted :)
Too close for comfort.
Posted by
victory_joy
on Tuesday, September 14, 2010
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I believe in God, and I believe that He sent His son Jesus to die on the cross for my sins...but I believe in a lot more than that. I believe that God loves me unconditionally and cares for me more than I could ever imagine. I believe that He always wants the best for me, and honestly, I believe that I sometimes take God for granted.
Lately I've referred to that as "putting God in a box." When I'm in trouble, or having a hard time, I'll pull God out of my box and ask him for help and guidance. As soon as my problems are resolved, back in the box God goes.
Why is it so easy for God to be pushed to the side when everything is going well?
The problem is that I sometimes think that I know more than God does about my life. We can call this the "Victoria Complex." This simply means that Victoria is the center of the world and not God, putting God in the center of my life is a scary and dificult thing to do. It means giving control to Him and that is not something I like to give up. If God isn't at the center of my life, then that means I am. Which in turn means that God is back in a box.
Now that I've moved to college on my own, that box is only collecting dust on a shelf. I have no motivation to find a new church in St. Augustine because I love my church at home. Honestly, looking for a new church is a little out of my comfort zone.
A person I really look up to always tried to remind me, "Life begins outside of your comfort zone." I think he's right. It's just breaking that barrier and trusting God that I find difficult. So that leads me to this weeks goals:
1. Find a church in St. Augustine.
2. Work on getting rid of the box and making God the center of my life.
It's time to get out of my comfort zone.
Lately I've referred to that as "putting God in a box." When I'm in trouble, or having a hard time, I'll pull God out of my box and ask him for help and guidance. As soon as my problems are resolved, back in the box God goes.
Why is it so easy for God to be pushed to the side when everything is going well?
The problem is that I sometimes think that I know more than God does about my life. We can call this the "Victoria Complex." This simply means that Victoria is the center of the world and not God, putting God in the center of my life is a scary and dificult thing to do. It means giving control to Him and that is not something I like to give up. If God isn't at the center of my life, then that means I am. Which in turn means that God is back in a box.
Now that I've moved to college on my own, that box is only collecting dust on a shelf. I have no motivation to find a new church in St. Augustine because I love my church at home. Honestly, looking for a new church is a little out of my comfort zone.
A person I really look up to always tried to remind me, "Life begins outside of your comfort zone." I think he's right. It's just breaking that barrier and trusting God that I find difficult. So that leads me to this weeks goals:
1. Find a church in St. Augustine.
2. Work on getting rid of the box and making God the center of my life.
It's time to get out of my comfort zone.