When a child has an obvious physical handicap, most people react with sympathy, understanding and compassion. More often than not, one of the parents cannot work because of the around-the-clock care their children require. The parents of these special needs children are viewed by society as saints or at the very least have earned a direct flight into heaven.
I am the owner of Unikat Fine Jewelry here in Las Vegas (and vice president of the Las Vegas First Independent Business Alliance). I wanted to mention that I was very impressed with the outcome of the Summer Destinations and now also the Tradiciones.
I have had many positive comments by customers who read my article and ad in both supplements and attracted new customers to my business; one person even came off the highway after reading the article on my business to stop by and see my store and our town.
Your Dec. 14 article about Ojitos Frios still struggling was a good summary of our neighborhood water issues. El Creston Mutual Domestic Water Consumers Association’s progress dealing with our daunting problems has been gratifying. It shows what neighbors working together can do.
That progress would not have been so far reaching without help from public officials, civil servants and others. I would like, as an Ojitos Frios Ranches resident, to point that out.
Dec. 10 is marked around the world as Human Rights Day. It is the day when, in 1948, the Universal Declaration of Human Rights was signed in San Francisco, establishing for the first time a general acceptance that human rights are universal, that they belong to everyone no matter the nationality, color, sex, religion, or the system of government under which people live.
A hearty thank you to all the wonderful people who contributed to our organization during the past two weeks with warm, fashionable and usable clothing (including shoes, boots, gloves, scarves, shirts, pants, sweaters and heavy coats and jackets), and incredible quantities of canned and packaged food that was collected by the Post Office carriers Nov. 19.
I was listening to John Lennon singing “Imagine.” Guess I had not listened to the words so closely before. I was struck this time. Guess it’s because of our country’s troubles and all the political scat that we are faced with every time there is an election. I started to “imagine” how I would like an election.
Miranda, my ‘Jita, was one daughter, sister, and auntie, along with niece, cousin, friend, and coach, that left this life with so many precious, loving, and great memories — always putting everyone else ahead of herself.