Much Needed Reminder

We all need reminders of the constant protection available when we are constantly communing with God. This is an email I received through friends from Lona B. Ingwerson.

If a man were drowning in mid ocean with apparently no human help at hand, there is a law of God which when rightly appealed to, would bring about his rescue. Adam H. Dickey God's Law of Adjustment Undisturbed amid the jarring testimony of the material senses, Science, still enthroned, is unfolding to mortals the immutable, harmonious, divine Principle is unfolding Life and the universe, ever present and eternal. Mary Baker Eddy Science & Health with Key To the Scriptures If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there shall thy hand lead me and thy right hand shall hold me. Psalms 139 Our son was asked by friends to join them for a Sunday lunch at a waterside restaurant in a coastal town just north of us on the Gulf Coast. He told them that he would try to make it if his schedule allowed, but there was a possibility that he would not be able to attend. This is why his friends did not alert anyone when my son did not arrive for lunch. He did set off for the restaurant and friends around 12:30 p.m. that Sunday, using the family boat. He did not tell anyone of his plans, thinking that he would be back in a few hours. The only route took him directly out into the Gulf of Mexico. He traveled about a mile offshore, parallel to the coast. Halfway between our town and his destination, the gear shaft exploded, sending a metal rod through the casing and into the water. The propeller halted and so did the boat. He let down the anchor, put on his ski vest, and got into the water to check the propeller. The anchor broke away from the boat and the boat quickly drifted away from him. With 30 knot offshore winds, and a tide going out to sea, he was unable to swim fast enough to catch the boat or swim strongly enough to reach shore. Within minutes he found himself drifting out to sea. This was approximately 2:00 p.m. Sunday afternoon. Later that evening, I mentioned to my husband that I had an uneasy feeling concerning our son. Of course we corrected our thought with truths about God and man. But, around 2:00 a.m. I was awakened with an overpowering sense of danger concerning our son. I immediately drove to his apartment, but found he was not home. I returned to my home, and my husband and I worked with the lesson until dawn. It became very clear to me to check the boat which we docked at a local marina. We found our son's motorcycle at our boat slip, and the boat was indeed gone. We were told by a marina employee that our son was seen leaving in the boat the day before about 12:30 p.m. The Coast Guard was called and the search for my son began. I must admit that human will took hold at first. My husband and a friend took our small plane and scoured the coastline. Many friends used their boats to search. Of course, the Coast Guard was on the job, and soon the Marine Patrol, and many of the County's Sheriff Deputies and City Police were on the water. But we had no idea where to look. My son's friends, who had not heard from him, decided that his schedule did not allow him to join them for lunch that Sunday. They, of course saw no reason to alert anyone about my son's absence from their luncheon. By this time our son had drifted beyond sight of land wearing only swim trunks and a ski vest that was absorbing a great deal of water. During the first few hours in the water, he was stung numerous times by man-o-wars that were too large to push away. As the sun set, he noticed that sharks were encircling him, braving an occasional side swipe. Just before he was in total darkness, he told us that he cried out very loudly, God, help me. Almost immediately, he saw four dolphin swimming around him, bumping him, making clicking and squeaking sounds. He watched as they protected him from the sharks. The water was cold and he was fighting hyperthermia and the effects of the scores of jelly fish stings. As he began to lose consciousness, the dolphin pushed him and touched him, making sounds to arouse him. This happened numerous times during the course of the night. Nothing else in the water came near him that night. The dolphin that joined him at sunset that night, never left his side until after sunrise the next day. The true testing time came that morning. The coast guard called us to inform us that our boat was found 10 miles out to sea and that our son was not on it. They expressed concern that a person could survive in the shark infested, cold waters. They said that they would search for a few hours longer, but they could not offer hope considering the circumstances. They said that they had never recovered a person in similar situations. I immediately called a practitioner, and she went to work right away. I sent word to my husband to come home. I knew that we needed to turn completely from this picture and rely radically on God's care for our son. I struggled at first to even physically sit down and quiet my thought. Our son was beyond human help, and I had to see that he was not, nor never had been beyond God's help. I had to see that nothing in this material world was needed to save him. God already had him safe and sound. We spent the next hours holding to what Mrs. Eddy says on page 167 in Science and Health, ?Only through radical reliance on Truth can scientific healing power be realized.? We had to give up all sense of our son being separated from God. We were led to keep our prayerful work simple in face of the material tumult - Yes to God's love and complete control, No the lie of failure and death. I spoke with the practitioner every 20 minutes or so. She lovingly and firmly affirmed our son's innocence and safety, not in the future, but right NOW. Late in the afternoon we received a call that said our son had been found, unconscious, but alive, and was being transported to a nearby hospital. We cried tears of joy as we drove to the hospital. The doctors met us at the door and informed us that they were doing everything they could to save his life. If they did save his life, there would be a long hospital stay. These statements made absolutely no impact on me what so ever. I knew that with the practitioner's help…the work was done. The demonstration of man as God's child had been made. I was taken to my son in the emergency room while my husband and daughter waited in a family room. The only part of my son's body not covered with wires and tubes and bandages was his face which I kissed, though he was not fully coherent. The whole picture had absolutely no reality for me. At that point, our family knew that our son would be coming home with us that day. We made no demands, nor did we speculate as to the recovery time. We just stayed with the truth of perfect God and perfect man. I was rejoicing beyond words at what we had witnessed of God's love. I know we all felt that where we stood was indeed holy ground. In about an hour and a half, the doctor took my son off monitors and tubes. They removed all of the applications they had made to save his life. The swelling and discoloration from the jellyfish stings which had disfigured his whole body simply disappeared. All of the organs that were at risk due to the claim of hyperthermia began to function perfectly. All of his strength returned, and he dressed himself, thanked the hospital staff for their care and walked out of the hospital on foot. The attending nurses and doctors were in awe. Most of the nurses were crying, and even one of the doctors cried as they hugged our son goodbye. The entire emergency room was hushed as they watched him walk out the door. The next day, I contacted the couple that had found our son. We wished to see them in person and thank them. My husband and my son and I went to their home that night. During that visit, we were told about that remarkable day. The husband and his wife, together with another couple were fishing in a pass late that morning. They were catching quite a few fish, but suddenly the husband felt absolutely compelled to take the boat far out to sea. His wife and the other couple were concerned about what seemed to be erratic behavior on his part. They argued against going into the Gulf, which was rough that day. They saw no reason, either, for leaving a perfectly good fishing spot. As the husband was taking them far out to sea, and would not listen to their protests, they began demanding that he turn back. The wife added that she felt he might be having some mental problem. He refused to turn back, and kept telling everyone that he HAD to do this. Suddenly, when they were almost beyond sight of land, the husband saw our son as a little dot on the horizon, floating, and unconscious. The others on the boat did not see him until they pulled much closer. They pulled him out of the water and hurried back to the marina, calling the authorities on their radio as they returned. During our visit, the husband cried often and said his life would never be the same. He said that he truly heard God's command to save the boy's life. He told me as best as I can remember, ?I have been tithing all my life. I have always turned to God all my life. I have spoken to Him all my life. Yesterday He spoke to me, clearly. It was almost audible. From now on, I will stop talking and listen.? We learned later that the closest human aid at the time of the rescue was at least 3 hours away. This wonderful demonstration of God's protection and care actually was on-going. We were barraged by the media for about a week after the rescue. Many TV talk shows called us. HBO wanted to do a story about it. We were able to quietly decline all offers with no protests. One person told me that this was a story about faith answered, hope realized, and that people need to see that miracles still do happen. Everyone who had a part in the search, from the Coast Guard to the doctors all used the term miracle. Our son has had no effects from this experience. He is still an avid boater and swimmer. We are grateful for this beautiful demonstration of God's love and care, to Jesus Christ for showing us the way. We are grateful for Mrs. Eddy's gift to humanity. We are grateful for all practitioners' healing work. If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.

Happy Days

So it is one month until I turn the magical 23 and I have found the present I want. Skydiving!!! Wanna go? I seriously would not mind if people wanted to accompany me on this. If you would like to contribute towards this goal in a financial way, I would not mind. I am so pumped to go!

Scary Times

It is really no suprise that the 60's and 70's were like they were, culturally. When the bands look like this, you gotta do something to escape the horror. The music today may not be the greatest, but the artists do seem to have some style.

Waste Time and Get Smarter

In the spirit of all things AJAX, and in conjunction with the incessant desire to waste time, Chewing the Cud is pleased to bring you the harmonious intersection of time-wasting, mind-expanding games - Boggle in AJAX. What makes this one even cooler to me is that the backend is run by python, a language which I am familiarizing myself with as you read this! I like this site not only for bringing a fun game online so you can compete against plenty of people, but from a technical aspect as well. What can't AJAX bring us?

Your Voice Matters

We (I) here at jamesaimonett.com want to know what people think about the posts. Therefore, a decree from the admin (me): Comments are on! Hopefully I am still small enough that spam in the comments will not be an issue. I would still like to encourage people to create an account on the site so I can know who exactly is saying what (just out of curioustiy, really). Also, I am curious about the magnetic poetry and want to know who is writing what poems. If you write a poem, leave a comment about it in the comments section. Cool.

Poetry In AJAX

Great stuff here…I have a refrigerator door on the site now, complete with Magnetic Poetry!!! The AJAX-ified app saves its state, so you can put some nice poetry or prose up on the fridge, and, barring another moving the tiles, it will be there when you return. Backtracking a bit, you read that correctly: others can modify the tiles' positions as well. Even better is that you can see other people moving tiles about while you are moving them too. Play nice, and look for more features coming soon to the fridge door.

Happy Anniversary PHP

Imagine life without PHP…gross. ASP and JSP would probably be really big, bigger than now at least. Wordpress would not exist in its present form. Could one argue that the web as we know it would not be as great? Sure, but I have no data to back that up. Anyway, I really enjoy developing in PHP and am glad that it exists. Happy 10th. Celebratory page here.

Got Time?

Hey you! Yeah, you! Got some extra time on your hands? Probably do if you are reading this. Get a clue man. Everyone who's anyone is wasting time playing Poom. Good luck getting unaddicted!

Beauty And The Geek

As geekdom winds down from the last few years of geek-related movies (Matrix, Star Wars, LOTR, etc…) it is hard to imagine what is going to fill our time now. What do we have to look forward to? The WB has the answer!!! Beauty and the Geek begins airing June 1st. It matches seven geeks with seven bombshells and tests which couple can grow the most in their relative weaknesses. The site provides a promo and a sneak peak video - I highly recommend you check this out and tune in on June 1st.

Dance Tips - Napolean Style

So, for those who cannot dance and actually want to learn, or for those who know how but want new moves, you pretty much have to check out this tutorial. It breaks down a dance clip into easily digestible sections, gives slow-motion shots if needed, and allows you to see moves executed to a variety of music. Put this all together and it won't be long before you own a club because you have choreographed dances moves that look hot when combined with the music being played. Flippin' Sweet!