Summertime change and celebrations

I'm pacing myself for all of the work and changes coming to our family within the next few months. We covet your prayers as we step out in faith to follow His leading.

Our lease here is up in June and we need to sell our house in Mt. Vernon. So we're going to be moving our furniture into storage, living in our travel trailer, renovating the house, selling it, and buying a home back here in the Bothell/Snohomish area, prayerfully all in time for school to start again in September.

Prior to our move, I will also be taking some courses to provide more professional services to people with disabilities and their families. The goal is to start working with clients after being resettled in September.

In the midst of all this we're going to have a big party in July. We're welcoming family and friends from near and far to celebrate a lifetime of love - my parents' 50th wedding anniversary!  (It will be our 10th wedding anniversary as well, though our celebration will wait.)

What an adventurous and creative 5 months it's going to be! I'm already praying for patience, peace, and our new neighborhood - that we will be placed right in the middle of where we need to be, in just the right home, at just the right price! He is in control. We make our plans but He directs our steps. We are listening and trying to be obedient. His kingdom come. His will be done - here as in heaven.

Thanks for your patience and prayers too during this exciting #caldwelladventure. 'Tis going to be awesome to take this day by day and see His hand at work through all the details. Stay tuned to follow our story...

Spin the wheel of the Prayer Lottery: Truth or Dare

Our Jessica has asked for a Sweet 16 Princess Ball for her upcoming birthday party. Jessica rarely asks for much and has had some of the simplest birthday parties over the years so over the weekend I set about trying to make some plans from her specific requests.

I began searching for a dress online - something beautiful yet affordable. Very quickly the dream started feeling out of reach. I whispered a prayer to the Lord - expressing my desire to make this a beautiful occasion to celebrate Jessica, asking for His provisions and His guidance. I quickly felt prompted to post my search for a dress to a Facebook group I have recently joined – our local "Buy Nothing Project" (a gift economy community - no exchange of money allowed). 

Within minutes of posting a request to find or borrow a dress, a woman contacted me. She has connections to the "pageant" community and will make sure that Jessica has a dress to wear. In addition to that, she wants to help every girl attending to have one too! How cool is that?! I was immediately overcome with gratitude and a reminder that our Heavenly Father loves to give good gifts to His children - above and beyond what we can ever imagine! 

This woman's generosity made me feel like we had just won a grand prize! But in fact, we haven't won anything because we didn't enter a competition. It’s better than that! We are gracious recipients of someone else's generosity. That’s what makes us all “winners”!

It started me thinking about how God often uses community to meet our needs. I also began pondering why we don't come to Him with more specific requests for our needs and our wants? 

We don't hesitate to enter our names in contests for prizes and free giveaways. Or at least I don't. Sometimes I win. Sometimes I don't. But I keep trying. If I'm "lucky" enough, I might actually win a "BIG ONE" someday.

My husband and I attended a recent charity event where some pretty amazing door and raffle prizes were being given away - a weekend trip to the mountains, $100 gift cards, and expensive wine and dine packages. All you had to do was have a "winning ticket". 

When it came time to announce the winners, everyone had their tickets out, checking their numbers. Some folks were whispering, "Pick me. Pick me. Pick me!" while others were already saying, "It won't matter. I never win anyway." Winners whooped and hollered! It was great fun, especially for the winners. 

Sometimes I think we approach God like a raffle contest. We come to Him and enter our prayer request into the draw. We whisper, "Pick me, pick me" hoping we might be lucky enough for Him to draw our winning number. Or we're already saying "I'm never lucky but it doesn't hurt to try. There's always next time." If He answers our request, we act like the unsuspecting surprise winner instead of an expectant and gracious child who trusted that their needs were going to be met. 

But Mark 11:24 says, "Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours."  

So why don't we ask in faith, believing that we are going to receive the answer? Why do we hesitate to express a specific need or desire? I believe it all boils down to fear and false beliefs. We need HIS truth to answer the lies of fear. 

1. Fear: the answer will be no. Truth: It's not about luck. It's about HIS blessings! God is a giver! He is more than enough. He loves to give good gifts and bless His children. Stop saying, "I won't be the lucky winner anyway!" You are a winner because you are His child. God has an unlimited supply of healthy bodies, peace for troubled hearts, college scholarships, financial provisions, and even ball gowns.... You fill in the blank. What do you need? What are some wants?
2. Fear: what others may think of us. Truth: People will always judge. But God's forgiveness, grace, and mercy are all that matters. I am worthy to receive answers to my prayers because of Jesus.
3. Fear: Expressing need makes me feel vulnerable. Receiving makes me feel at the mercy of the giver. Truth: Community matters. We were created in and for community. We need one another. We honor God when we give to others in His Name. In order to be blessed by the act of giving, there must also be a recipient. Sometimes I'm the giver. Sometimes I'm the receiver. We need to learn how to give and receive equally with grace.
4. Lie: It doesn't feel very spiritual. It's more honorable to ask for others not myself. Spiritual Truth: He doesn't play favorites. He's my Heavenly Daddy. It's His delight to listen, answer, and provide for you and me too.

So next time you’re tempted to play the “prayer lottery” with a wishful desire, I dare you to present your specific request to Him, believing in faith that you are already a winner!

My next "bold" ask is more of a desire than a need. However, I'm going to ask Him anyway for an all-expenses paid trip to Israel for me and my husband within the next year to commemorate his 50^th Birthday and our 10^th Anniversary.

What’s your specific ask?

Let’s believe together and celebrate His faithfulness when we receive the answers!

Home Sweet Home

"Home Sweet Home" - What does this phrase mean to you? What kind of feelings does it stir inside? The feelings and thoughts attached to these words are as unique and different as the person hearing them. Generally though, there is agreement that the word “home” stirs feelings of warmth, welcome, and a sense of belonging in addition to a place of shelter where needs are met in a caring environment versus the word “house” – a physical place of residence providing shelter.

It was with some of these thoughts in mind that I ventured out to visit two of Washington State’s Residential Habilitation Centers (RHC’s) at Fircrest & Rainier in Shoreline & Buckley respectively. Having heard arguments on both sides of the debate – for & against consolidation & closure of these facilities, I wanted to see for myself and form my own opinion. “Are these institutions really home where people live in a place of warmth with a sense of belonging where their needs are met in a caring environment? Or are they institutional houses where people are placed with their basic needs met?”

I appreciated the courtesy, knowledge and time that each of my tour guides at both of the campuses shared with me as they “showed me a day in the life of a resident.” I had pleasant and meaningful conversations with both of them as they escorted me through the cottages, work sites, and facilities. My opinions and observations of the two campuses are no reflection of their personal kindness and efforts to make a good impression.

I was particularly struck by the locations of both of these RHC’s. They are both located in lovely surroundings on large parcels of land, beautifully landscaped in picturesque settings, yet notably secluded and separate from their surrounding cities and communities. Arriving at Fircrest, I couldn’t help but notice the age of the brick buildings, the overwhelming impression - cold and impersonal. Of course the large unsightly food, laundry, and garbage carts located outside the front doors of each cottage confirmed I had indeed arrived at an institution versus a community. Rainier on the other hand reminded me of an army base or prison facility behind the gates and fences with its old-style stark white peeling paint and red Spanish tile roofs, and buildings connected by long covered walkways.

I found the facilities at each campus were clean and maintained, though they felt cold, stark, archaic, and in great need of modern updates both inside and out. I found it peculiar that décor on both campuses looked like thrift store purchases from many years gone by, curled posters, cheaply framed faded prints, outdated curtains hung on barred windows if at all.

I appreciate the work that these residents perform: sterilizing used Comcast remotes, shredding documents, thrift store duties, and pouring beautiful paving stones. However, the biggest factor I found lacking was the sense of community. I kept pondering, “How will the community ever be able to appreciate the values of self-determination, independence, inclusion, integration, and productivity for people with developmental disabilities if they’re kept isolated and segregated? When was the last time these adults and youth went on a vacation, went camping, saw a school play, or heard the laughter of a child?”

While the historical museum room at Rainier was interesting and perplexing, it was full of historical displays, conveying care yet desperation synonymously. I kept wishing that the children and individuals pictured could really talk to me… what would their stories reveal? Was this place really home or just the only house they knew…?

I was especially interested in visiting the living areas at both schools and met a few residents in person, though I didn't get a chance to hear any of their personal stories. It was explained to me that each person lives in a duplex-cottage with up to 15 other people, 8 per side. Eight people share two bathrooms, one dining room, one kitchen, and one living room on each side of the duplex.

At Fircrest, each living room is arranged with one shared T.V. and generic “Dr’s Office” chairs set around the sparsely decorated walls of the vinyl floor room. Each child, youth and adult at Fircrest has their own very small bedroom, meagerly furnished with a twin-size bed and dresser. Out of the dozen or more bedrooms I visited there, only a meager few appeared personalized in any way. I thought, “Even college dormitories are more appealing than this”. The others reminded me of claustrophobic, cold, and colorless prison cells or hospital rooms, maybe acceptable for a short-term stay but certainly not welcoming or inviting for any length of time. Unfortunately nothing I observed about this campus made me feel the least bit inclined to sit down, get comfortable and have a cup of tea anywhere – a pleasure I instinctively link to feelings of home.

To my surprise, I did observe more texture, color and variety when it came to décor and “home-like” comforts in the Rainier cottages, where 8 residents share two warmly decorated living areas per side with more comfortable furnishings, overstuffed chairs and recliners. I noted that some of the Rainier residents also share larger more personalized bedrooms, 2 to a room, comfortably furnished with warm décor. Colorful attractive home-style dinnerware adorned Rainier’s tables while residents ate from standard melamine cafeteria dishes at Fircrest.

The majority of people in these RHC’s are older adults who came here as students, though more school-aged children and young people have been admitted recently. Dishes, décor, color, texture, curtains, and comfort may sound like trivial details that shouldn’t matter when visiting a school; however, I wasn’t just visiting “school campuses”. I was visiting residences where children, youth, and adults with developmental disabilities live and spend the bulk of their time. These RHC’s aren’t really schools where students are engaged in active learning. These RHC’s are houses set in isolated communities, unfortunately the only houses that many of these residents have ever known.

I was visiting with my “Mother’s” hat on. Staff referred to the residents as family members. But truth be told, any of these residents could be my family member. I have a daughter with multiple disabilities, similar to many of the residents in these two facilities. When Jessica was born with Down syndrome and cerebral palsy, I was given the option to place in her in an institution where she’d be cared for. As I toured the RHC’s, I kept thinking, “Would Jessica be comfortable enough to call one of these cottages home? Would she want to live here? Would she want to work here? Would any of her sisters want to work here? Is this really the quality of life I want for her, for any of my daughters? Is this really where I would want Jessica to spend her life? Would she be happy with the lack of freedom, lack of choices and lack of independence? Is she really safer set apart FROM the community in an institutional house or safer IN a community home?”

I couldn’t help but feel sad and discouraged as I left these properties, wondering if the adults and youth were there willingly or if they’d ever been given a choice. I felt equally troubled for the families who had brought their family members to these houses. What choices and options were they given?

As I pondered the thought of “relaxing and having a cup of tea in the Rainier Cottage”, a wise friend kindly reminded me of the secrets behind these walls – the abuses committed when there is no choice, no freedom, no other option, no way of escape. Are these dear people really at Home Sweet Home or prisoners kept safe inside prettied up institutional houses? MLT is right; I don’t want to drink my cup of tea here either.

As I drove away from these RHC’s, these institutions, these duplex houses, I turned my heart towards the warmth of home. My heart felt lighter as I pondered my daughters, each with her own unique and different abilities - her sense of belonging, her safe place in our home where hugs abound, laughter comes easy, choices are made, freedom is earned and independence is learned. “Home Sweet Home” – the words have never meant more.

Nothing About Us Without Us!

Nothing About Us Without Us!
by Joy Caldwell

Skagit Parent Coalition Coordinator

Please, don’t talk ABOUT me; talk TO me.
Please don’t make decisions FOR me; make decisions WITH me.

My family & I had the pleasure of attending the DD Awareness Rally in Olympia on Wednesday, March 11 as we stood on the Capitol steps with upwards of 700+ people. Self-advocates Tyler & Troy from Skagit County attended with us and had a great day advocating for themselves. They both want to attend again before the end of the session.

Several speakers with developmental disabilities rallied the shivering crowd with their inspiring and courageous personal stories. Their imploring message for government and their fellow citizens to support them as they live and work in the community was loud and clear. The crowd warmed up as they cheered and chanted “Nothing about us, without us!” as the speakers explained that “People with developmental disabilities are PEOPLE FIRST.” They want to make their own choices about where they live, most preferring to live in their home communities not institutions in a distant county. They want to choose what type of work they’re interested in to work independently in their local communities, not isolated and segregated away from the rest of the population. They are not objects who should have things done TO them. They are people who need continued help, supports and services FOR them.

We spent the next couple of hours connecting with our Representatives and Senators, asking them to remain committed to the level of services that we have fought so hard for over the past few decades to achieve. Especially during the toughest of times our most vulnerable citizens cannot afford to lose services and go backwards. They rely on our support and assistance now more than ever.

I was very impressed with Tyler and Troy as they introduced themselves to legislators, security guards, other advocates, and family members. They spoke very clearly and directly about their lives, their jobs and how important their independence is to them.

Visit our web-site to learn more or come to Olympia on an upcoming trip. www.skagitparentcoalition.org

Christmas Greetings from the Caldwells

Christmas greetings from our house to yours this beautiful Christmas season! The big news around here is that Western Washington is having its first white Christmas in many years, with record low temperatures, too. We’ve seen a record 20+ inches of snowfall over the past week and the children even got to start their Winter break 3 days early. If it wasn’t so cold and we had more winter gear, they might enjoy it a little more, though they did make the snowman seen here.

2008 has been a good year for the Caldwells, not as much big news as previous years, which is kind of nice. Paul had a couple job changes. He started the year out as an Inventory Manager, and then tried his hand at car sales. Of course with the declining economy that wasn’t the best move and he found it a lot tougher than he had anticipated in the beginning. After another job search he landed at AutoZone in August and he is now managing his own store 30 miles away and enjoying it.

My home-based consulting business has gone very well this year with one client/contract after another. Right now I am awaiting word on a new contract. (They came to me and requested that I respond to the RFP so though it’s not a guarantee; it feels very positive.) If I’m awarded the contract, I will be the Project Coordinator for a newly formed County Parent Advocacy Coalition. It is a part-time position and will keep me busy for 2009. I will basically be the go-to person assisting families and their sons/daughters with disabilities, providing them with information and resources regarding local services available. It will also mean some travel away from home, working with legislators in Olympia as we advocate on behalf of families in our county. However; I am very excited about the potential for this position and what it will mean for our county families and individuals with developmental disabilities. It is a huge blessing to have the opportunity to be paid for my passion and to continue working out of my home office, with Hannah Mae close at hand.

Speaking of home, our girls are growing and changing every day as children do. Life with each of them is so much fun. We are proud of each of them in her own special way. Jeanna is 12 and in 7th grade this year. She had straight A’s her first term and is working hard to maintain her 4.0 gpa. She is playing her violin in the orchestra for the 4th year in a row and is getting very good on it. She just wrapped up her first volleyball season on her school team and seemed to enjoy it. She attends a couple of different girls/youth groups and has quite the social calendar. Whenever she’s not otherwise booked, I hire her to help me out babysitting her sisters. (Such a relief to be able to get out the door without 5+ extra bodies all the time.)

Jessica is 9 and in 2nd grade in a regular classroom. She is continuing to progress in every area, though certainly at her own pace. She is learning to read with expression and is now reading signs out loud as we drive around town. She continues to amaze us in so many different ways. A big challenge for her right now is trying to figure out the latest member of our family – young Hannah Mae… Jessica finds her unpredictable and can’t quite figure out what toddlers just doesn’t understand yet.

Haley is 8 and in 3rd grade and a smart cookie, too. She is making excellent grades in every subject and is a wonderful and compassionate, protective “little” sister to Jessica at school. Haley is also a very responsible young lady and quite a wonderful “Mother’s Little Helper”. She helps out lots with Hannah Mae, especially in the entertainment department. They are especially fond of “chasing” each other around the kitchen and laughing their heads off at the silliest little things. I love listening to their big and little girl giggles! (There is never a dull moment at our house between the hours of 7 am and 9 pm…) Jeanna, Haley and Jessica attend GEMS (Girls Everywhere Meeting the Savior) Girls club together and really enjoy it.

Molly turns 5 in a couple weeks and is in preschool this year. She comes and visits about once a week or so. She is very precocious and a ball of energy (like Haley and Hannah Mae). We have some very precious quiet tender moments with her as well. She especially likes to come with us on special family outings and we do our best to include her in them as much as possible. She’s a great little story-teller and especially loves to help “wash the dishes” (…or anyone close by) with the sprayer.

And then there’s Hannah Mae who is now 19 months old, busy as can be and into everything!!! We are a gated community around here with no less than 4 gates up around the house, door knob covers on every door and door locks on every cupboard. It’s a good thing I have so many extra sets of eyes and hands as they certainly help me keep an eye on her and keep her from too much mischief. She is talking lots and putting a couple words together at a time now. Her/our biggest achievement has been that I am finally able to put her to bed awake and she gets herself to sleep without having to be held or rocked. Though we’re going through some minor withdrawals (Paul more so than me…), it does feel very good not to have her attached to me so much!

We are so thankful for my Mom & Dad living a mile away from us now. Mom is Jessica’s personal care assistant on weekday afternoons, helping Jessica with her homework, bathing, and “chores”. This is a huge help and benefit to all of us. Couldn’t ask for a caregiver who loves Jessica more or who is easier to work with! Next best thing to mom or dad is always “Mimi”! All of us love having her here every day. Mom is a hard worker and always on the go.

Dad continues to have his health issues. He is recovering right now from rotator cuff surgery a couple weeks back. He is funny as ever and knows just how to keep us all laughing. (He was the “funny guy” behind the photographer for our family pictures.) They have been pastoring here in Mt. Vernon in one capacity or another ever since they got here and are right now in a bit of a transition. Dad continues to preach and fill-in whenever/wherever he can and they are both a breath of fresh air wherever they go.

Paul & I continue to lead/host a small group in our home every week and we have made the best friends ever through this group. The group continues to grow and we thoroughly enjoy this avenue of ministry and outreach together. We love our church family and all the wonderful amazing friendships in our life.

Marriage and family is a delight for Paul and I and our 5 girls together. Paul spoils me rotten (and I try to spoil him back…) Paul surprised me last weekend with a wonderful “second” honeymoon as we escaped to the Salish Lodge and Spa overlooking the beautiful Snoqualmie Falls. He took care of all the details including child-care arrangements and even packed their bags. It was an amazing heavenly 36 hours alone together in the most romantic atmosphere ever. I am so-o-o blessed!

We would love to hear from you and your family and especially love seeing your pictures too. We pray this letter finds you enjoying this holy season as we celebrate the birth of our risen Savior. Have a very Merry CHRISTmas and may His richest blessings be yours in 2009!

Love and Blessings,

The Caldwells
Joy-Grace & Paul
Jeanna, Jessica, Haley, Molly & Hannah Mae.

P.S. Here’s a Christmas poem for you, written by Haley (with a bit of help from me), just for fun.



I look outside
And what do I see?
I see snowflakes falling
In front of me

Snowflakes are beautiful
Snowflakes are light
Snowflakes are falling
It’s quite the sight

It’s icy and cold
It’s fluffy and white
Slippery and wet
Reflecting the lights

The trees now transformed
With blankets of white
As the snowflakes fell
All through the night

There’s three more days
‘Til Christmas Eve
To open the gifts
We will receive

Christmas is coming
Not fast enough
For all of the kids
Who want lots of stuff

Is it all about stuff
Or what is the reason
For all the traditions
Of the holiday season?

The reason for Christmas
Is all about giving
Love, hope, and peace on earth
It’s Christ we’re celebrating

With family gathered
‘round the tree
While Papa reads
The Christmas story

We take a moment
To reflect
On Jesus Christ
The Best friend we’ve met.

Will You Walk With Me?

I want to be real not fake or plastic
Transparent for all to see
Jesus, His light - His character,
Shining out from me.

But all too easy, I put on my mask
I hide behind my facade.
I want you to think I'm doing just fine
Meantime I'm questioning God.

But what will you think if you really know
How I struggle and question my faith?
Will you push me away? Will you still be my friend?
Or will you choose to walk with me?

When I look at you, I wonder inside.
Can you possibly relate to me?
Maybe I've been so focussed on me
The true you was harder to see.

Along came my Friend and whispered to me.
He opened my eyes and let me see.
He gave me a peek into your heart
And showed me a jewel right there from the start.

You want to believe His treasure is there.
But dare not look and open it bare.
The jewel feels cold, sharp and painful too.
Rough edges poking on the inside of you.

My sister, my friend, let's make a pact.
Let's walk together and we'll never lack.
I'll help you see the treasure you are.
As you hold my hand we'll shine like a star.

No longer masked, no longer afraid
We'll hold our heads high, our debt has been paid.
Jesus' death paid our ransom. It set our hearts free.
Untangled the web, His blood was the key.

My name and yours are carved on His heart.
Never again will we be apart.
We'll walk together with Him at our side
As our jewels reflect the Love of our Guide.

November 8th, 2008
by Joy Grace Caldwell
for the CTK Women's Retreat
Sumas, Washington

Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?!

BARACK OBAMA: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a change! The chicken wanted change!

JOHN McCAIN: My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.

HILLARY CLINTON: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure - right from Day One! - that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.

SARAH PALIN: I could see the chicken crossing the road from my house.

GEORGE W. BUSH: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.

DICK CHENEY: Where's my gun?

COLIN POWELL: Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.

BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with that chicken. What is your definition of chicken?

AL GORE: I invented the chicken.

JOHN KERRY: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's' intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.

AL SHARPTON: Why are all the chickens white? We need some black chickens.

DR. PHIL: The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on this side of the road before it goes after the problem on the other side of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his current problems before adding new problems.

OPRAH: Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.

ANDERSON COOPER, CNN: We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.

NANCY GRACE: That chicken crossed the road because he's guilty! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.

PAT BUCHANAN: To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.

MARTHA STEWART: No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.

DR SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.

ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die in the rain, alone.

JERRY FALWELL: Because the chicken was gay! Can't you people see the plain truth? That's why they call it the 'other side.' Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. And if you eat that chicken, you will become gay, too. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like 'the other side.' That chicken should not be crossing the road.. It's as plain and as simple as that.

GRANDPA: In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.

BARBARA WALTERS: Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heartwarming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.

ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.

JOHN LENNON: Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.

BILL GATES: I have just released eChicken2008, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook. Internet Explorer is an integral part of eChicken2008. This new platform is much more stable and will never reboot.

ALBERT EINSTEIN: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?

COLONEL SANDERS: Did I miss one?

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A friend sent this to me... Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

(Author Unknown - unfortunately.) I'll be happy to give credit to the original author if one makes themself known.