Subway has heard your message

May 28, 2008

From their website:


Every Sandwich Tells a Story Contest

We at SUBWAY restaurants place a high value on education, regardless of the setting, and have initiated a number of programs and promotions aimed at educating our youth in the areas of health and fitness.
We sincerely apologize to anyone who feels excluded by our current essay contest. Our intention was to provide an opportunity for traditional schools, many of which we know have trouble affording athletic equipment, to win equipment. Parents who home school their children make a tremendous commitment which we greatly respect, and can provide a terrific education. Our intent was certainly not to exclude home schooled children from the opportunity to win prizes and benefit from better access to fitness equipment.
To address the inadvertent limitation of our current contest and provide an opportunity for even more kids to improve their fitness, we will soon create an additional contest in which home schooled students will be encouraged to participate. When the kids win, everyone wins!

If you would like to read it yourself . . .  Subway

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The Alaska Experience, Life and Death

May 28, 2008

I’ve been watching the Alaska Experience on Discovery.  My brother was asked by his boss about wanting a raise.  He answered, “If money wasn’t important, I would have been a cowboy like I always wanted.”

There’s nothing spectacular about the show.  But, it is about living a fantasy.  Can you survive on your own wits?  I think I could – on my own.  But, how do you keep a family?  It had to have been hard.

On tonight’s episode, Jeff Frederick left early because his dad was dying.  It made me reflect on my mother’s death after 3 years with cancer.  I was still in college and living at home.  I quit my job to stay at home with her in her final weeks.  That same brother was living 20 hours away, in the military.  He got to come home for a week for a final visit.  But, he wasn’t there to say a final good-bye.

That makes me think of the sacrifices people make for a better life.  My grandfather came to America when he was 17 years old – before WWI.  He didn’t speak english, had lint in his pockets, and was alone.  He eventually became a successful business man.  But, he didn’t get to go back to Italy for many years.  Imagine what he left and missed – births and deaths of parents, brothers and sisters, nephews and nieces, cousins and friends.  All for the hope of a better life.  He gave up everything to be here.

On the show, Jeff made it home to hold his dad’s hand before he died.  He is fortunate and so was I.