Posted on 04/08/2005 4:26:16 PM PDT by Eaker
Prayers for TexasCowboy!
TexasCowboy has been using his hip injury as an excuse to prevent his friends from shooting his new riot gun.
Well some of us offered to take a look at it for him and he decided both a proffesional and sober opinion might make more sense.
So he found a coupon and now he is going to let some old saw-bones cut on him.
Probably a better idea than letting us do it, but a few folks feelings are still hurt!
Please all say a prayer for our Cowboy that he is back in the saddle again real soon.
That ain't gravy - - it's white sauce!!!
That absolutely makes sense! TC stands for T Cells and Texas Cowboy, naturally meant to go together! Stay strong, TC!
Good stuff, LadyX....as usual.
:)
You're in trouble.
Prayers for you!
Prayers sent from TX.
God bless you, TexasCowboy.
Prayers for your complete recovery are ongoing.
Jus hunker down by yer campfire and hear me - yer Marine backup of 4 years' time - out.
No ordinary bedtime story for ya, but a
It was in an Elijah List letter, with link (here) to the actual article,
and worth the time it will take to read it ALL through the link -- after my posting this warning for the outline below:
http://www.breakingchristiannews.com
A Story of Two Young Wounded Marines...and Two Miracles
by David Zucchino / Aimee Herd reporting : May 27, 2005 : L.A. Times
http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-na-wounded27may27.story?page=1
The L.A. Times featured a heartfelt story today about Marine Cpl. Eddie Ryan and Marine Cpl. Bryan Trusty, two soldiers who were wounded in battle in Iraq and were recovering at the National Naval Medical Center in Bethesda, MD. The two didn't know each other though both enlisted in response to the Sept. 11th attacks. Both were brought to the medical center in hopes of their recovery from severe brain injuries suffered in battle.
Bryan, who recently turned 21, had been wounded when he rushed to help his fellow Marines during the attack on the Abu Ghraib prison. Shrapnel had opened a hole just below his left eye and pierced the length of his brain, finally lodging against his brain stem. He survived emergency surgery in Baghdad only to go into cardiac arrest during the Medivac flight to the U.S. His doctors did not expect him to live.
But Bryan, defying the doctor's odds, was now sitting up in bed "wolfing down a chicken dinner on a hospital tray," much to his parents' amazement. "I call him my miracle child," his father said.
Across the hall was a different scene. Eddie Ryan lay quiet and pale in his hospital bed surrounded by his family, a Bible rested against his leg. Robert Rosenbaum, the neurosurgeon, had explained to the young Marine's family that his frontal lobes had been "terribly damaged" from a bullet he took in the skull during a firefight. Rosenbaum's prognosis was that he probably "would never fully regain consciousness or recover full cognitive activity."
But permeating the vigil around Eddie was an atmosphere of faith as his father Christopher, said, "We need a miracle. Eddie's going to be our miracle Marine. We're praying that God gives us this miracle because my son is a great American."
Eddie, a sniper and one of the Marine's Elite, had signed up for service out of high school and went right over to Iraq, he had been on his second tour when stopped by the enemy's bullet. The Ryans, having taken leaves from their jobs, rarely left their son's side. "Wherever Eddie is, that's our life now," said his sister Felicia.
They took turns reading to him from the Bible, frequenting his favorite verse: Psalm 50:15: "And call upon me in the day of trouble. I will deliver thee and thou shall glorify me . " "Eddie's faith is very important to him," said his mother Angela, who would sing to him in the evenings. "He loved being sung to at night as a boy, and often he would fall asleep to Jesus Loves Me, This I Know.
Slowly, Eddie began to improve. One day his sister was holding his arm in a playful arm wrestle like they once used to do when suddenly he responded. "I was holding his hand down and I was like: Come on, let's arm wrestle - and he pushed my hand down," explained Felicia. "So I pushed back and I was like: Are you going to let me win? And he pushed my hand back down. That's Eddie - he's very competitive."
Back across the hall, Bryan Trusty was preparing to go home after just a few weeks, but not before searching out Christopher Ryan, Eddie's father. Bryan told him to "just be patient" and to "keep the faith" and his son would get better. Bryan's mother told Angela Ryan, "We've seen amazing things happen here, and so can you." The Trustys left for home with their son by their side. And the Ryans settled in for another day of waiting for their miracle.
And last week, it came at least the first part.
They received word that Eddie was stable enough to be transferred to a VA Hospital in Virginia for rehabilitation therapy. Now Eddie, alert and responsive, moves his hands and fingers on command, does not need a feeding tube and he recognizes friends and family. He has just recently smiled for the first time since he was wounded.
And just about four days ago, his father said, Eddie was able to speak his first word; "Mom."
TC and folks -- just click on the link I provided to get to them..:))
The Duke
Praying for you Cow Boy. Get well soon.
Oh definitely.... You can have that whipped stuff on the top, even if it is real whipped cream.
I'm spoiled. Everyone who tries them says my Mom makes the best pies, especially the meringue. Everyone even includes my son-in-law's father, who's mentioned them every time I've seen him since the wedding, when Grandma (my mom) made pies for everyone. Mom's regular cooking is only OK, but her pies ...
Dear TC,
So happy to see your post.
As always, your strength and courage is what makes you such a special person...that and so many other wonderful qualities.
The road ahead is difficult, but you know what they say about one step at a time...........
My thoughts are always with you. I'm not a religious person, but do know that love conquers just about anything. You are given tons of that! Your faith and all that love will keep you safe.
"May love be between you and time in all the empty places you may walk."
With much love,
Auntie Stanz
The tears are flowing and the prayers unending, Maggie.
I wish I could be there to hold that Marines hand and say, "Let's do it together, Gyrene. We'll cowboy up and trust in our Lord. If He is for us, who can be against us?"
I received two units of blood night before last on an out patient basis, so I'm feeling pretty frisky this morning.
The radiation sores feel much better. The buttock that was almost black is now grey, and we don't see any more sores trying to break through.
Thank you for your prayers, dear FRiends.
The only thing I hate about this is that the darn things are going to leave scars. I guess I'll have to refuse that job dancing with the Chippendale's.
I hope everyone has a wonderful Memorial Day.
Gather up the family, give them a big hug, give thanks to the Lord that we live in this great land and thank the men and women who make that possible.
(BTW, Maggie: Cowboys learn at an early age that you never squat with your spurs on.)
Darn, I had a big ole gaggle of women all set for a night out.
Thank you, thank you, Lady for such a wonderful story for this Memorial Weekend....Luckily for these two wonderful men, this is not their "MEMORIAL" , but a celebration of the miracles of God, and our terrific military docs..
Any more of these stories that you happen upon will be greatly appreciated, if you will pass them on....
Heartfelt thanks and prayers to these two young soldiers, God Bless them and their comrades overseas....
sleuth
He can't help himself. He adds the kicker. "Cowboys are like that," he says.
pinging ya to this printable link. Much easier to read.
http://www.phoenixnewtimes.com/Issues/2005-05-26/news/feature_print.html
"The radiation sores feel much better. The buttock that was almost black is now grey, and we don't see any more sores trying to break through."
YIPPEE! That's some of the best news I've heard in a long time. Let us hope the sidewinders have finished having their way with you, so to speak. I'm praying that they've moved to another planet. A dry, cold, miserable climate. That's all they deserve.
Hearing from you twice in rapid succession convinces me that this really IS a holiday weekend. Hope that you'll have as pleasant a time as possible.
Hang in, El Roy. You're a man of great faith, who is surrounded by the love and prayers of countless others. Being in your prayer posse is one of the most important assignments I've ever had. I take my "work" seriously. Sounds like all of us do.
Giant hugs,
Me + Company
God Bless you my friend ..... keep them turning to the right!
Love you, Cowboy. You keep on keepin' on. We're mighty happy that you're seeing progress!!!
Listen to the docs and Faith! They won't steer your wrong.
Thank you for serving in our military, TC, and have a blessed Memorial Day!!!!
From the border of Texas, almost the tip, my prayers are with you.
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