By Linda Ellis
Moby in the Morning Poet Laureate
The first year she was a pumpkin
and she donned a bright orange smock.
Her daddy took her trick-or-treating,
though she had not learned to walk.

The next year she was a bunny…
and on one leg, she would hop
while her left ear stood up straight
and the right would swing and flop.
Then a bride costume from Grandpa;
a long skirt and lacy blouse,
but she tripped over the train...
so daddy carried her to each house.
The fourth year brought us Lion King
and she roared both day and night.
She was either "Simba" or was "Nala."
(I never could get that right!)
The next Halloween as she got dressed,
she just kept on asking why - -
if she was indeed "Supergirl,"
why then…could she not fly?
Her sixth year, she was all in pink
protecting us all from danger,
as she kicked and "karate-chopped" the air
as "Kimberly…the Power Ranger."
When she was seven, she wore a yellow gown.
She was "Beauty," to say the least,
insisting that her little sister,
by default…was the "Beast."
In my heart I knew the time would come…
and this year our walk together ends.
She said, "it’s not cool for mom to go…
I want to walk with all my friends."
So, I’m figuring out what I will say;
rehearsing one excuse after another,
in case she notices the "ghost" behind her
walks a little bit like her mother!
And I still have Halloweens to come;
my other daughter’s only three.
What worries me is...when she grows up,
who will trick or treat with me?

Home Depot had every right to fire the young man for wearing a button that said "One Nation, Under God." I suppose that legally you may be correct, but just because something is legal that does not make it right. It is interesting, at least according to the story I read, that Home Depot did or said nothing about the button until he brought his Bible to work to read during his break time. Moby, there was a time in this country when "one nation, under God" was considered a virtue by most businesses and individuals, and carrying or displaying a Bible was not deemed offensive but a good thing. There was a time when wearing such a button was considered patriotic, not offensive; when reading a Bible was considered necessary for the development of good moral character. I cannot help but wonder if it was a Muslim carrying a Koran, or someone of any other faith, if that Muslim would have lost his job and livelihood. I cannot help but wonder if you realize what you are truly supporting and if many of us realize how far we have come and sadly, where we are heading. I think those demons you don't believe in are very pleased. Just a few thoughts. Sincerely, Joe Baker Gray, TN
" Home Depot had every right to fire the young man in West Palm Beach for wearing a button that said "One Nation, Under God." "
I followed that by saying the public had every right to know that Home Depot had behaved in such a fashion.
What a wonderful young man to stand his ground and stand by his faith. I admire & respect him for his convictions. There are several areas of the Bible that are spoken in parables, and not to be taken literally, but are lessons to be learned from.
That's what I believe.
There is certainly evil all around us, Reverend, and we must choose to turn away from it on a daily basis. So, creepy, crawly boogey men, and demons? Ironic this comes up at Halloween.
Is that evil a combination of a bunch of demons? Maybe so. Who knows.
Turning away and teaching our children to is very important, but tell them the boogey man is gonna get 'em is less important than telling about the glory that's waiting on them if they turn away from evil, listen for the trumpets, and keep their hearts, mind, and eyes on the prize for a life lived in love and kindness.
People have differing opinions of this certainly, and I don't want to debate it here.
But in America, Home Depot was within their rights as that young man's employer to make him remove that pin he was wearing for
whatever reason they chose.
It's a very risky position for them now that the public knows what they've chosen to do. I don't believe it'll be a good thing for Home Depot, but it IS their free choice to make.

Wayne Wallace
"Moby I'm a certified fire fighter, first responder, search and rescue specialist and also on the rescue team in my county. I have spent countless hours in classes in the past 6 years. I am a volunteer! I would love to hear a small town soap box about a volunteer fire fighter. If you look up volunteer fire fighters you will find that there are more, that volunteer than there are paid fire fighters in this country! We all do the same job some are paid, some not. you hear things about the paid guys and gals but not so much about someone that goes out and does the same thing for free!! (volunteer) We all have loved ones at home that fear we won’t make it back home when we are called to duty. PLEASE recognize us volunteers in a soap box soon. YEAH BABY! GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS!!" Wayne Wallace

Well, my friend Wayne, you’ve done my job for me, and I’m grateful to you for reminding me to honor in some small way those that, like every American hero, selflessly give of themselves for others.
This nation has taken some hard licks lately, Wayne, but you & those like you, are a big part of the backbone that made America great in the first place.
So, let me thank you for reminding me of what I might not have been doing. I’m sorry to have fallen short.
Like those who serve and protect as a chosen life’s work, you stand prepared to place your very life at risk for somebody you never met.
I hope you agree with the old adage “better late than never”, Wayne. “Thank you” for what you’ve done and for what you might be asked to do.
Tell the heroes at your side I said that, will ya, brother?

They are called the “Greatest Generation” –
a title worn with utmost pride.
For the good of all so we wouldn’t fall,
lives put on hold, goals set aside.

America was truly a united nation –
bound together with one accord.
Standing strong against all enemies,
and praying to Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Germany on one side–Japan on the other.
Hitler and Tojo imposing their will,
bent on total world domination
and willing to kill, kill, kill.

The call went out and response was great,
everyone found something they could do.
Kids collecting scrap metal, adults buying bonds,
to show our love for the Red, White and Blue.

Men and women stepped forth to serve,
as Soldiers, Sailors and Marines.
Their greatest asset – the love of country,
the best fighting force the world had seen.

Meanwhile, American women went to work,
fully committed, they did more than their part,
proving to all that they could do it,
building war machines of metal and a piece of their heart.

Sacrifice required of each man, woman and child,
was beginning to pay visible dividends.
D-Day began the last gasp for Germany,
and brought the war in Europe to an end.

Japan fought with utmost frenzy,
but their armor was showing a few cracks.
Then in August of ’45, “Fatman” and
“Little Boy” stopped them dead in their tracks.

The war over, we began to rebuild
and reclaim our disrupted lives.
The “Greatest Generation” had earned its name.
We who knew them were not surprised.

They handed us a world worth having,
but we’ve squandered our heritage it seems.
Ungrateful children that we are,
we’re destroying ourselves and burying their dreams.

"During my last night's shift in the ER, I had the pleasure of evaluating a patient with a shiny new gold tooth, multiple elaborate tattoos, a very expensive brand of tennis shoes and a new cellular telephone equipped with her favorite R&B tune for a ringtone.
Glancing over the chart, one could not help noticing her payer status: Medicaid.
She smokes more than one costly pack of cigarettes every day and, somehow, still has money to buy beer.
And our president expects me to pay for this woman's health care?
Our nation's health care crisis is not a shortage of quality hospitals, doctors or nurses. It is a crisis of culture - a culture in which it is perfectly acceptable to spend money on vices while refusing to take care of one's self or, heaven forbid, purchase health insurance. A culture that thinks "I can do whatever I want to because someone else will always take care of me".
Life is really not that hard. Most of us reap what we sow.
STARNER JONES,MD

My take on all this is as follows.
Given her lifestyle, she won’t have a normal life-span to be a drain on the system. So, if she’s happy with the choices she’s made, so be it.
But check her family background, and see if she’s a multigenerational system dependent.
If she is, put her on strict “get your life together” probation. Require her to pass drug, alcohol and tobacco tests. If she breaks that probation, tie her tubes, and don’t allow her to reproduce.
As it is with the rest of us that enjoy the liberty won for us in these United States, she’s free to make her own choices.
But if those choices lead to another welfare generation in the wake of her that will also be dependent for their meals and care, we as a nation need to intervene. We need to break this chain of dependence we’ve allowed society to enable over the past several generations.
We must embrace and care for the impoverished. God love the poor among us. But if it’s self-imposed, and has been in previous generations of a drunken, drug influenced family history, we as a free nation must intervene to elevate us all.

Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah's Ark .
ONE: Don't miss the boat.
TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat!
THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.
FOUR: Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.
FIVE: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.
SIX: Build your future on high ground.
SEVEN: For safety's sake, travel in pairs.
EIGHT: Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
NINE: When you're stressed, float awhile.
TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.
ELEVEN: No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting.

When I was about thirteen or fourteen years old, there was a kid we called Little Bill who lived down the street. He was freckle faced and snaggle toothed. His ears were to big and stuck out so far that I always accused him of looking like a wing nut. I don’t remember ever seeing him when he didn’t have a snotty nose. Little Bill was the biggest pain in the butt that ever existed. He was about five years younger than the rest of us and he followed us around all the time. You couldn’t get away from him, and he wouldn’t shut up. He always wanted to know what we were doing and why. No matter what answer you gave him, he wanted more details. We did everything to get rid of him. Once I bet him he couldn’t climb to the top of this huge tree down in the woods even though I had seen him do it before. When he got to the top, we took off running and hid from him. He found us, of course, and apparently thought it was great sport. He walked up laughing, "Whutchalldoin?" We started groaning because he found us and we immediately began planning the next dirty trick to play on Little Bill. Big Bill, Little Bill’s Daddy, had to work a lot of hours to take care of his family of four so he didn’t have as much time to spend with Little Bill as Little Bill needed. I suppose that’s why Little bill followed me around all the time. I still remember his momma hollering out the back door into the woods, "Little Bill, get yourself home before you get hurt, you can’t do everything the big boys do!" As we got older and got driver’s licenses and cars and developed an interest in (ugh) girls, it became easier to get away from Little Bill. If we went anywhere that he could get to though, he would be there, asking questions, getting in the way and just being a general nuisance. About the time that I graduated from high school and went in the Marines, Little Bill showed up over at the house with this little girl he wanted me to meet. She was almost as homely as Little Bill. She had red hair and freckles and was as flat chested as an ironing board. Little Bill had a pair of black slacks that was too short for him a white dress shirt a tie and a pair of dress shoes that had to have belonged to his daddy. His hair was slicked down with some kind of grease. He looked like Alfalfa. He was going on a date and wanted all the big boys to know that he was still following along behind I guess. I went into the Marines, did four years, Vietnam, the whole bit. Got married, got a job, and settled down. Hadn’t seen or heard from Little Bill in years. Then one day I got a call from a friend. "Didja hear about Little Bill? He asked. "No, what’s he done now?" My friend went on to relate the story of how Little Bill, who had followed me everywhere else, joined the Marines the day after he got out of high school, just like I did and had been sent to Vietnam. He was killed near the airbase at Danang. It don’t matter what little Bill’s real name was. It’s one of almost 58,000 engraved on a black granite wall in Washington D.C. he could have been any one of them. Sometimes at night I can hear the echoes of his mama’s voice calling out to him, "little Bill, get yourself home before you get hurt, you can’t do everything the big boy’s do!" I wish he had listened. Enjoy the freedom that he and thousands like him have won for us all. And when you have a quiet moment, you might want to say "Thanks" to little Bill.

John was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets,' and ten roosters to fertilize the eggs.
He kept records, and any rooster not performing went into the soup pot and was replaced.
This took a lot of time, so he bought some tiny bells and attached them to his roosters.
Each bell had a different tone, so he could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing.
Now, he could sit on the porch And fill out an efficiency report by just listening to the bells.
John's favorite rooster, old Perky, was a very fine specimen, but this morning he noticed old Perky's bell hadn't rung at all! When he went to investigate, he saw the other roosters were busy chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing, but the pullets, hearing the roosters coming, could run for cover.
To John's amazement, old Perky had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring.
He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one. John was so proud of old Perky, he entered him in the Renfrew County Fair and he became an overnight sensation among the judges..
The result was the judges not only awarded old Perky the No Bell Prize but they also awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well.
Clearly old Perky was a politician in the making. Who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and screwing them when they weren't paying attention.

Vote carefully next year, because you don’t always hear the bell.

1. Wake Up !! Decide to have a good day.
"This is the day the Lord hath made; Let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalms 118:24

2. Dress Up !! The best way to dress up is to put on a smile.
A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.
"The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart." I Samuel 16:7

3.. Shut Up!! Say nice things and learn to listen. God gave us two ears and one mouth, So He must have meant for us to do twice as much listening as talking.
"He who guards his l ips guards his soul." Proverbs 13:3

4. Stand Up!! . . For what you believe in.. Stand for something or you will fall for anything. "Let us not be weary in doing good; for at the proper time, We will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good...."
Galatians 6:9-10

5. Look Up !! . . To the Lord.
"I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me".
Philippians 4:13

6. Reach Up !!. . For something higher. "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, And lean not unto your own understanding.
In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He will direct your path." Proverbs 3:5-6

7. Lift Up !! . . Your Prayers. "Do not worry about anything; instead PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING." Philippians 4:6

A POSITIVE THOUGHT If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it. He sends you flowers every spring, and a sunrise every morning. Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen.
He could live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart. What about the Christmas gift He sent you in Bethlehem; Not to mention that Friday at Calvary.
Face it, He's crazy about you.

The Commanding Officer of a regiment in the U.S. Marine Corps was about to start the morning briefing to his staff, battalion and company commanders. While waiting for the coffee machine to finish its brewing, the colonel decided to pose a question to all assembled.
He explained that his wife had been a bit frisky the night before and he failed to get his usual amount of sound sleep. He posed the question of just how much of making whoopee was “work” and how much was “pleasure?”
The regimental executive officer chimed in with 75-25% in favor of work.
A captain said it was 50-50%
The colonel’s aide responded with 25-75% in favor of pleasure depending on his state of inebriation at the time.
There being no consensus, the colonel turned to the private who was in charge of making the coffee. What was HIS opinion?
Without hesitation, the young PFC responded, “Sir, it has to be 100% pleasure.”
The Colonel was surprised and, as you might guess, asked why?
“Well, sir, if there was any work involved the officers would have me doing it for them.”
The room fell silent.
God Bless the United States Marine Corps.

Mr. Moby,
I am a 28 year old Sergeant First Class (been one for two years). I remember listening to you when I was a kid in Atlanta. I use to sneak my am/fm player on the bus just to listen to your show on the way to school. I remember a story you told on Memorial Day about a kid that followed the person they looked up to, to Vietnam. That story made a huge impact on me. I joined the Army to be an infantryman in August 1999.
I was in the Army for eight months and my team leader recommended that I would be moved out of the platoon and put into the recon platoon as a sniper. So I am an Infantryman by job but Sniper by trade. Life was fine and dandy as a sniper all of the way until February 7, 2007. On that day, I was training up to go back to Iraq (I have been several times and to other various locations) when there was an accident. I was in a training accident that ended up being a closer to my career. I immediately realized that I could not feel or move my legs. I was life flighted to Memorial Hospital in Savannah, where the doctors eventually told me and my family that I would not walk again.
I looked up at the doctors and told them that they were wrong and that I was just too stubborn to sit around. They just shrugged me off. I looked at my beautiful wife who was pregnant with our fourth child and told her I would walk again. After two months in the hospital, I was walking again with some help. I was able to stay home with my wife and kids while my platoon was in Iraq. While at home, I lost three soldiers, one of them was the medic that treated me for electrocution burns in 2005 when I tried to save a boy's life in Iraq, which is a totally different story. I had to escort my "Doc's" remains home which was the hardest thing I have ever had to do.
Whenever someone tells me that they thank me for what I have done. My only response is, "It's an honor to serve my country." Most people just look at me, but to do what I have done and many others is an honor but not an honor without courage. Because it is courage that helps us go back out and away from our families to some distant land.
Mr. Moby, I want to thank you for that story that you told during my childhood because that helped me carry over the “leave no man behind” mentality I had. And I would like to thank you for your support of our troops. Sincerely SFC Brian Watson

SFC Watson, I would like to thank you on behalf of my grateful family.
May God protect and heal you, and may God bless your patriotic family.
MOBY

The 2009 Congressional Medal of Honor Society's annual convention's theme was "Commit to Courage". It was held in Chicago on September 15 through the 19th. The following is an excerpt from one of the speeches.

"What defines courage?

That's a good question. Last Saturday, I had to think about that when my 8-year-old son was playing in his minor league Little League game and was hit (really hard) by the pitcher at his last at-bat. On Sunday, we went to practice after church and he asked me about bravery. He was now, understandably, a bit afraid of getting hit by a baseball. I told him that he couldn't be brave unless he already had fear. And that everyone who is brave has fear. He asked me if I had ever been afraid of jumping out of airplanes in the Airborne. I told him "every time." He asked me if I thought if he asked "god for help being brave would that help?" And I asked him if he thought that god would simply give him bravery or would god give him the opportunity to be brave?

He already knew the answer. He had to commit to being courageous.

There are many definitions of courage. We are told that courage is a quality of spirit that enables you to face danger or pain without showing fear. Or courage is the strength to face danger or take on challenges.

Recipients of the Medal of Honor will tell you while they understand courage, they felt intense fear. And it is the ability to overcome fear in any situation that leads one to strength and understanding. And with strength and understanding, comes courage.

With courage, comes sacrifice.

The recipients wear their medal for everyone who has ever worn the uniform, perhaps more so for the men who were with them the day, THAT day...and always for the ones who did not come home.

And these men, who demonstrated great courage and sacrifice in the face of danger, have stories that are lessons for the kind of courage needed to survive the challenges of everyday life (even Little League). The recipients of the Medal of Honor ask us all to take the initiative, to respond to challenges and act responsibly (even courageously) when the opportunity presents itself in our daily lives.

That's committing to courage.

A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind, please help." There were only a few coins in the hat.
A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.
Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?"
The man said, "I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way."
I wrote: "Today is a beautiful day but I cannot see it."
Both signs told people that the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people that they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?
Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.
When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. Keep the faith and drop the fear.
The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling…
And even more beautiful is, knowing that you are the reason behind it!!!
What a gift it is to me, if I’ve ever made you smile.

Curtis & Leroy saw an ad in the Starkville Daily News Newspaper in Starkville, MS. and bought a mule for $100.
The farmer agreed to deliver the mule the next day.
The next morning the farmer drove up and said, "Sorry, fellows, I have some bad news, the mule died last night."
Curtis &Leroy replied, "Well, then just give us our money back."
The farmer said, "Can't do that. I went and spent it already."
They said, "OK then, just bring us the dead mule."
The farmer asked, "What in the world ya'll gonna do with a dead mule?"
Curtis said, "We gonna raffle him off."
The farmer said, "You can't raffle off a dead mule!"
Leroy said, "We shore can! Heck, we don't hafta tell nobody he's dead!"
A couple of weeks later, the farmer ran into Curtis &Leroy at the Piggly Wiggly grocery store and asked..
"What'd you fellers ever do with that dead mule?
They said,"We raffled him off like we said we wuz gonna do."
Leroy said,"Shucks, we sold 500 tickets fer two dollars apiece and made a profit of $898."
The farmer said,"My Lord, didn't anyone complain?"

Curtis said, "Well, the feller who won got upset. So we gave him his two dollars back."
Curtis and Leroy now work for the government.
They're overseeing the Bailout Program.
Limit all US politicians to two terms.
One in office
One in prison
Illinois already does this!

Mr. Moby, I just want you to know that I listen to your show every morning going to work and I always have to wait a few extra minutes in the parking lot to hear the Small Town Soapbox. I have a college degree and I am a certified teacher working as a substitute teacher trying to find a job in our failing economy! I love God, I love my beautiful wife and daughter, and I love America! I fear for my daughter because I know she will grow up in a world that seems to be a moral vacuum! I know we must change America in order to inspire hard work, economic growth, and a sense of morals. It seems, however, that our government has it completely backwards! You work hard and therefore pay higher taxes, or you can be lazy and the government will take care of you with the money those hard working people make! In the past year, I have been let go twice, but from an early age my mother instilled in me that I could do anything I wanted if I worked hard (by the way, she raised my brother and I on an $8/hour salary, if anybody needed financial help, it was her, but she never asked for anything). Well, although these hard times have hit me and my family, I have managed to always find a new job and haven't gone without a paycheck for more than two weeks. God is watching over me and my family, but I know that to succeed I have to work hard. For all those out there who sit around waiting for their government check every month, it angers me to know that the money they get was earned by me and hard working citizens! I am not writing this to gloat about myself of my family, I am extremely blessed with what I do have, I just want to ask you to remind people that our government will keep doing what they've been doing and getting what they've been getting, unless the people intervene. I am a supporter of the Fairtax, which I believe can turn this economy around, not more federal spending! Please urge people to educate themselves on this and other issues and write their Congressman or Senator to let them know they support them if they truly want to see a change! Obama promised change and hope. Well, change is definitely happening, for the worse, and hope for America seems to be declining. So if this was his idea of hope and change, then yes he is doing an excellent job! Mr. Moby I am attaching a letter I am sending to my Congressman. I thank you for your willingness to publicly stand for issues, morality, and your faith in Christ. God bless you and your family! Yeah baby!
Jared

Good Morning Moby,
My name is Judy
My story is a wonderful but scary one at the time of Oct. 26, 1988 was when I had my radical mastectomy while I was 7 months pregnant. My husband and I were married for 15 years before even getting pregnant. We done everything in life that we had wanted. After taking my bath, I always put baby oil on and found a knot on my left breast. So we went to my OBGYN and showed it to him. He thought we might dissolve it was medicine but no luck, so he sent me straight to a surgeon, Dr. Pannell. Dr. Pannell tried a syringe to get it out thinking it might be just a stopped up milk duct. No luck again. I had same day surgery on Monday for him to get a biopsy and sent me home. The next day his office called me at home asking me to come into the office so they could CHANGE MY BANDAGE. I thought this was kind of odd, but I went in by myself thinking nothing of it. I get into his office and laid on the table which seemed for hours. Then walked in my husband and the doctor. I KNEW SOMETHING WAS VERY WRONG. The doctor got one hand and my husband got the other. ALL I REMEMBER WAS HEARING HIM SAY "CANCER". We were in shock. You know you hear this happening to other people but you never think it could happen to you,***just knowing being married for 15 years and this being my first child*** Dr. Pannell said with me being pregnant, he wanted to do surgery ASAP on Thursday morning because the estrogen was making the cancer grow. Surgery was on Thursday morning, Moby, I was not scared a bit but just worried about my baby!! Surgery went well and I woke up to the sound of my babies heart beat!! That was truly amazing!!! I was in the hospital for 3 days, went home, then 2 weeks later, doctor sent me to Dr.Putney in Albany to have my baby since they had a NNICU for premature babies. I just put my life and my babies life in the doctors hands to take care of us. Jesse weighed 4 lbs. 3/4 oz. and WAS HEALTHY AND HAD ALL FINGERS AND TOES!! I had to have 8 chemo treatments 3 weeks apart and 7 weeks of radiation. I will be CANCER FREE ON OCT. 26, 2009 FOR 21 YEARS!! I can say I am one of the BLESSED ONES to live through this battle of cancer.
I do encourage all women to have their mammogram done yearly.
YA BABY!!! I listen to you every morning on my way to work.
GOD BLESS YOU.
Judy

From radio cousin Deanna, who lost her cousin, Cindy, who was like a sister to her a couple of years ago to Breast Cancer. Cindy left behind many who loved her, including 3 daughters, ages 15, 10, & 9. I want to plead with ALL women to schedule mammograms or MRI's every year, and to check yourself regularly in between because breast cancer is not biased, it does not pick and choose, it can affect anyone, any age. Think about all the women you know and love...what would life be like without them? Go home and ask them to keep checking regularly, even when you don't feel like it. None of us do, but it could be the most important thing you do in your life. Please, please, please learn more about this disease and help whenever you can to continue the research because without us, a cure will never happen. And remember, this is the only life we get and it's so precious. Wake up each day and be grateful for what you have, not concerned with what you don't. Look at those you love, thell them how important they are and hold them just a little longer, even if they don't understand why you're doing it. My cousin would want her girls to appreciate life and live it to the fullest. That's what she did, even at the end...that's what we all should do. No child should have to lose a mother, nor a mother her child, or anyone we love to this terrible disease. Through us and the continued research is the only way to achieve a cure. Please help in any way you can to continue the fight- for all those lost, those battling or will battle..we're all worth it.
Mr. Moby, as I said, I've listened to you for years and I've come to "know" you as a tender hearted, honest, country lovin' American and I agree with you on so many things. I've heard you speak before about how important this subject is so please help me make others mor aware of Breast Cancer...because we don't want lose any more mothers, daughters, sisters, cousins or friends to this deadly disease. Everyday should be Breast Cancer Awareness Day, it shouldn't be something we only celebrate in October or when someone else is dealing with it. My hope is to reach others and make them realize the importance of awareness. This year, the Breast Cancer 3-Day walk in Atlant is the weekend that Cindy would've been 34 and I was hoping to be able to participate in it but was unable to raise enough money to race, but in my heart, I will be walking every single mile with the participants and I will be thinking of her....I know that she is in heaven watching us, and sometimes I look up and just talk to her like she were right by my side. I will never forget her and I will never let her daughters forget the incredibly strong woman that she was, she never let this disease tear her down, she fought it with her head held high and I know that if she could heal the pain we feel everyday she's gone, she would. I miss you Cindy Lou....

Thank you for taking the time to read this, it took me several attempts to send it, but I hope that it touches your heart and others who may hear it as well. Thank you for your continued support and compassion for those fighting this fight.

Yeah, baby!
Love to all, DeAnna

Another year has passed ;
And we're all a little older.
Last summer felt hotter
And winter seems much colder.

I rack my brain for happy thoughts,
To put down on my pad,
But lots of things, That come to mind
Just make me kind of sad.

There was a time not long ago
When life was quite a blast.
Now I fully understand
About 'Living in the Past'.

We used to go to friends homes,
Baseball games and lunches.

Now we go to therapy, to hospitals, And after-funeral brunches..
We used to go out dining,
And couldn't get our fill.
Now we ask for doggie bags,
Come home and take a pill.

We used to travel often
To places near and far.
Now we get backaches
From riding in the car.

We used to go out shopping
For new clothing at the Mall
But, now we never bother...
All the sizes are too small.

That, my friend is how life is,
And now my tale is told.
So, enjoy each day and live it up...
Before you're too darn old!!





You pass this way only once so enjoy it while you can; Live A Lot, Laugh A Lot and Love A Lot!

Hey guys,
Just wanted to let you know that in this world - one listener doesn't make much of a dent in your demographics, but consider this listener and advertiser on his way out
For two days in a row, I had my truck's radio tuned to Moby and two days in a row left the station (as in turn the radio into another station) in a bad mood over the political crap he was spewing. I am sure this radio station has the demographic thing down to a science, so this is just for your info if you care...
To put down the President of the USA for trying to bring the Olympics to an American city is just something I don't want to hear with my music in the morning. Makes me wonder if Moby complained about the shorts the First Lady wore ( -I bet he did) Neither do I want to hear how separation of church and government is "un American" and people who make the hard calls on this are cowards....
Country music takes a step backwards everytime Moby opens his mouth about politics. There are people who do this for a living, in proper shows and I would never put Moby in that category. He is just comes across lame, "laffable"[sic], mean spirited, and ignorant.
I would advise you that Moby can generate good feelings when he stays on the "fat weather man" side of life: See Willard Scott, Al Roker, etc...Let him do feel good stories, about old people, kids surviving cancer, whatever. But don't let this guy (p@#$) throw away his final days of a career with more smooth medulla right wing crap. He is hurting his brand and yours.
Just for the file, I am a 50 year old white male. I have wore work boots everyday for the last 35 years, I have employed an average of 35 people for the last twenty. I have driven more old pick up trucks, had more more tractors, drank more whiskey, gone to more Georgia games, been to jail for fighting more than your average listener and definitely more than Moby. So my buzz cut does not cover up my redneck and my redneck does not suck all my brains out of my head....
I have spent more money with your company over the years than I care to think about. So please, could yall stick to music and human interest and have Moby cut the whiney, actually unpatriotic, embarassing to real-blue-collar-people political low-road (bulls#%@.)
Thanks, Phil

Good morning Phil,
Thank you for writing to share your thoughts.
I love my country too much to not speak out about the demise of what so many paid such a high price for.
The "brand" that's being hurt is the brand that for over two centuries we've called liberty & independence.
We're rapidly seeing a swing toward a much larger federal government with unfettered intrusion in every area of our lives.
America as we've always known her is being shown the door.
We have much, much larger wolves invading the flock from the forest, and our elected leader wastes his time and our money spending a hundred million dollars in a failed attempt to get the Olympics to his home town.
I don't feel that's an issue that should be on the plate of the leader of the free world.
I've tried to imagine Barack & Michelle standing arm in arm, looking with love at old glory, singing God bless America, and I can't draw that picture to mind.
I try to think about a prayer before high school foot ball games being unpatriotic, or see it as the Christian intrusion of church into the affairs of state, and that's simply not how it seems to me.
Our life in America always worked best when the pendulum swings freely, and it's not swinging at all.
It's slammed to the left, and without relief in the 2010 election cycle (which I hope & pray we see) I sincerely fear for the future of the greatest nation in the history of the world.
So, while it doesn't please me at all to lose a listener because we view our current state of affairs from different perspectives, doing Willard Scott "feel-good" stories makes me a sheep in an arena where a sheepdog is needed.
Certainly, we're free to not agree for now.
I'm thinking freedom of thought, and freedom of differing opinions won't be tolerated much longer.
But do not for a moment think me unpatriotic for my devoutly patriotic beliefs. How un-American can you get?
If you reconsider, and continue to listen, you'll always be welcome in the daily gathering of our morning radio family.
MOBY

One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.

One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal.

One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room.
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.

One step must start each journey,
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.

One voice can speak with wisdom.
One heart can know what's true.
One life can make the difference,
You see it's up to You!

Dear Moby,
Not only do we have a war over seas, seems we have one right here in my back yard! On 9-11 2 local football teams met to compete but before the game they had a student led prayer for the victims of 9-11 and a player for one of the teams who died suddenly on the Field in there season opener earlier that month. Moby, somebody got there undergarments in a bunch and wrote the ACLU and complained because they "had" to listen to a prayer, they plan on showing what they stand for tonight
Pray for students at Gate City as they make a stand for Christ at their homecoming football game tonight. They will pray and wear shirts standing up for Christ! Search Gate City, Prayer and you'll find a face book page dedicated to the cause.
Also, several hundred others plan on wearing black T-shirts that sport the school’s initials and a cross with the phrase “I still pray...” written on the front and “in Jesus’ name” on the back, Seems if the prayer had ended in any other way but in Jesus name they wouldn't have had such a problem with it!!!! I guess its about time to kick white house thief's out when we get a chance and take back the country. Sorry if this was long just had to vent a bit YEAH BABY
George Pierce Kingsport TN
I Googled it, and found the following: Rebecca K. Glenberg, legal director for the Virginia ACLU. “We heard from someone who attends these football games ... that the game last Friday was opened with a prayer and that they had seen this happen last season as well. The Supreme Court has made it quite clear that public high school football games cannot be opened with an official prayer.” That holds true even if the opening prayer is done by students, she said.
Well, let’s put it to a vote. I say Rebecca Glenberg, the ACLU, and in this instance the Supreme Court can kiss us all where the sun don’t shine.
This is the nation that was built strictly on Christian principles. The founding fathers would be ashamed of this sort of denial of how we got where we are. They’d see where we’re headed, and tell us we got it coming.
They’d collectively shed many tears that we’ve cowered & given away, without resistance, what they gave their lives and fortunes to leave for us all.
Can we with any degree of pride pass on to our children the ethics, standards, values, and morals the ACLU would have us think adequate?
I’m very sorry to be in a position where I feel I must say this, but for the first time in my life, I’m deeply ashamed of my country.
Lake City students, I have more love and respect for any of you young patriots, than I do for the entire spineless United States Supreme Court.

dear mister moby, my soldier son recently wrote a poem i thought you might enjoy...
my husband and i have 2 sons currently serving. 1 in the air force and 1 in the army.
We thank you very much for all you do for AMERICA AND ITS SOLDIERS.
GARY AND PATTY WELLS

If I ever go to war...

If I ever go to war Mom, Please don't be afraid.
There are some things I must do, To keep promises that I made.
I'm sure there’ll be some heartache, And I know that you'll cry tears,
But your son is a Soldier, Mom, & there’s nothing you should fear.
If I ever go to war Dad, I know that you'll be strong.
But you won't have to worry, Cause you taught me right from wrong.
You kept me firmly on the ground, yet taught me how to fly.
Your son is a Soldier Dad, I love you Hooah? Even if I die.
If I ever go to war Bro, There are some things I want to say.
You've always had my back, and I know it's my time to repay.
You'll always be my daybreak, through all of life's dark clouds,
Your brother is a Soldier, Bro, I promise I'll make you proud.
If I ever go to war my Friends, We'll never be apart,
Though we may not meet again, I'll hold you in my heart.
Remember all the times we had, Don't let your memories cease,
Your friend’s a Soldier now, Dear Friend, And I'll die to bring you peace.
And when I go to heaven, And see that pearly gate,
I'll gladly decline entrance, Then stand my post and wait.
I'm sorry Sir I can't come in, I'm sort of in a bind,
You see I'm still a Soldier Sir, So I can't leave them behind.

tell me what you think.

Love ya
Ryan