Single Mom Gave Up Her Dreams To Raise Her Son, just incredible. The Surprise He Gives Her? Priceless!

Ryan is a US Navy Commander and he hasn’t seen his mom in two whole years.  Being in the Navy, he is almost never home for his own family.  The last time he spent time with his mom who lives in Southern California was during a layover in San Diego airport, on his way to Japan from Norfolk, VA where he is stationed. She drove over two hours just to drink coffee with him for 45 mins.

Ryan thanks his mother in this emotional video produced by Teleflora.  He shares his appreciation for her and her sacrificing her dreams of being a professional athlete to raise him as a single mom. He shares that through her sacrifice and instilling in him amazing values, he hopes he has become the man that she always dreamed of and that his dream is to pass those values down to his children.

I am warning you, it is impossible not to cry while watching this video.  It powerfully reminded me of how amazing my mother is, and her sacrifice for me as a single mom.

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America’s War on Islamic Terrorists Actually Started in 1784

Most Americans are unaware of the fact that over two hundred years ago, the United States had declared war on Islam, and you will never guess who led the charge, Thomas Jefferson.

At the height of the eighteenth century, Muslim pirates were the terror of the Mediterranean and a large area of the North Atlantic. They attacked every ship in sight, and held the crews for exorbitant ransoms. Those taken hostage were subjected to barbaric treatment and wrote heart breaking letters home, begging their government and family members to pay whatever their Mohammedan captors demanded.

These extortionists of the high seas represented the Islamic nations of Tripoli, Tunis, Morocco, and Algiers – collectively referred to as the Barbary Coast – and presented a dangerous and unprovoked threat to the new American Republic.

Before the Revolutionary War, U.S. merchant ships had been under the protection of Great Britain. When the U.S. declared its independence and entered into war, the ships of the United States were protected by France. However, once the war was won, America had to protect its own fleets. Thus, the birth of the U.S. Navy.

Beginning in 1784, seventeen years before he would become president, Thomas Jefferson became America’s Minister to France. That same year, the U.S. Congress sought to appease its Muslim adversaries by following in the footsteps of European nations who paid bribes to the Barbary States, rather than engaging them in war.

In July of 1785, Algerian pirates captured American ships, and the Dey of Algiers demanded an unheard-of ransom of $60,000. It was a plain and simple case of extortion, and Thomas Jefferson was vehemently opposed to any further payments. Instead, he proposed to Congress the formation of a coalition of allied nations who together could force the Islamic states into peace. A disinterested Congress decided to pay the ransom.

In 1786, Thomas Jefferson and John Adams met with Tripoli’s ambassador to Great Britain to ask by what right his nation attacked American ships and enslaved American citizens, and why Muslims held so much hostility towards America, a nation with which they had no previous contacts.

The two future presidents reported that Ambassador Sidi Haji Abdul Rahman Adja had answered that…

Islam was founded on the Laws of their Prophet, that it was written in their Quran, that all nations who should not have acknowledged their authority were sinners, that it was their right and duty to make war upon them wherever they could be found, and to make slaves of all they could take as Prisoners, and that every Musselman (Muslim) who should be slain in Battle was sure to go to Paradise.

Despite this stunning admission of premeditated violence on non-Muslim nations, as well as the objections of many notable American leaders, including George Washington, who warned that caving in was both wrong and would only further embolden the enemy, for the following fifteen years, the American government paid the Muslims millions of dollars for the safe passage of American ships or the return of American hostages. The payments in ransom and tribute amounted to over twenty percent of the United States government annual revenues in 1800.

Jefferson was disgusted. Shortly after his being sworn in as the third President of the United States in 1801, the Pasha of Tripoli sent him a note demanding the immediate payment of $225,000 plus $25,000 a year for every year forthcoming. That changed everything.

Painting of "Pirate Ship Burning in Tripoli Harbor" 1804 .. U.S. Navy Archive

Painting of “Pirate Ship Burning in Tripoli Harbor” 1804 .. U.S. Navy Archive

Jefferson let the Pasha know, in no uncertain terms, what he could do with his demand. The Pasha responded by cutting down the flagpole at the American consulate and declared war on the United States. Tunis, Morocco, and Algiers immediately followed suit. Jefferson, until now, had been against America raising a naval force for anything beyond coastal defense, but having watched his nation be cowed by Islamic thuggery for long enough, decided that is was finally time to meet force with force.

He dispatched a squadron of frigates to the Mediterranean and taught the Muslim nations of the Barbary Coast a lesson he hoped they would never forget. Congress authorized Jefferson to empower U.S. ships to seize all vessels and goods of the Pasha of Tripoli and to “cause to be done all other acts of precaution or hostility as the state of war would justify”.

When Algiers and Tunis, who were both accustomed to American cowardice and acquiescence, saw the newly independent United States had both the will and the might to strike back, they quickly abandoned their allegiance to Tripoli. The war with Tripoli lasted for four more years, and raged up again in 1815. The bravery of the U.S. Marine Corps in these wars led to the line “to the shores of Tripoli” in the Marine Hymn, and they would forever be known as “leathernecks” for the leather collars of their uniforms, designed to prevent their heads from being cut off by the Muslim scimitars when boarding enemy ships.

US Marines storm the shores of tripoli

Islam, and what its Barbary followers justified doing in the name of their prophet and their god, disturbed Jefferson quite deeply. America had a tradition of religious tolerance, the fact that Jefferson, himself, had co-authored the Virginia Statute for Religious Freedom, but fundamentalist Islam was like no other religion the world had ever seen. A religion based on supremacism, whose holy book not only condoned but mandated violence against unbelievers was unacceptable to him. His greatest fear was that someday this brand of Islam would return and pose an even greater threat to the United States.

This should bother every American. That the Islams have brought about women-only classes and swimming times at taxpayer-funded universities and public pools; that Christians, Jews, and Hindus have been banned from serving on juries where Muslim defendants are being judged, Piggy banks and Porky Pig tissue dispensers have been banned from workplaces because they offend Islamist sensibilities. Ice cream has been discontinued at certain Burger King locations because the picture on the wrapper looks similar to the Arabic script for Allah, public schools are pulling pork from their menus, on and on in the news papers….

It’s death by a thousand cuts, or inch-by-inch as some refer to it, and most Americans have no idea that this battle is being waged every day across America. By not fighting back, by allowing groups to obfuscate what is really happening, and not insisting that the Islamists adapt to our own culture, the United States is cutting its own throat with a politically correct knife, and helping to further the Islamists agenda. Sadly, it appears that today’s America would rather be politically correct than victorious.

Any doubts, just Google Thomas Jefferson vs the Muslim World or check out the Wikipedia Article on the Barbary Wars

10 Dumb Reasons You Are Probably Giving Yourself on Why Not to Attend Your High School Reunion

1.  It’s too Late! I didn’t have time to lose weight!  Guess what?  None of us did.  What we care about is you and that you are alive and that we get to see you again.  Hopefully we are all old enough now to get past how we look.  We all have put on a few pounds, lost some hair and gained a few wrinkles.  I think Gahr Gladiators are like fine red wine, we get better with age.  Don’t let this stop you from enjoying what should be an amazing time reminiscing and celebrating our mutual history together.

2.  I don’t remember anything about high school.  I think it’s safe to say that we all feel that way in some way or another.  Many of us want to forget certain events about our high school days.  We have forgotten classmate’s names, what classes we shared, certain events or memories.  We are all searching to put missing pieces of the memory puzzle together, I know I am.  We need each other more than ever to help us all remember the good things about high school.  It’s a reset, we are coming together to help each other find those great moments, heal some old wounds and make some new friends.

3.  I was shy and quiet in high school. So was 90% of our class.  Not everyone was in the popular crowd and we’ve all grown up since then.  We have come into our own 30 years later.  We shouldn’t let the past dictate our future.  We are coming together for the purpose to reconnect with our past and some awesome people we share a common bond with.  Growing up in Cerritos in the 70’s & 80’s was a unique and special time in our lives.  I think it’s like a safe harbor for all us ships that have set sail.  Let’s come together and see where it goes. I’m sure we will all be pleasantly surprised.

4.  Nobody will remember me.  That’s okay. That is why we are coming together.  To share a common past and to make some new friends with people we share that past with.  It’s gonna be fun recognizing some people and discovering who we’ve become.

5.  I am a grumpy old person, who doesn’t like people.  Okay, you got me on this one.  Maybe it is a good idea to stay home.  Actually, get over it and put a smile on your face and come on out and have the time of your life.

6.  I am struggling with some old hurts from high school.  Believe it or not this is one of the biggest reasons people don’t come to reunions.  It is also the best reason to come, because most people who have felt this way find healing.  Those old hurts and rivalries don’t exist anymore and for those of us who reach our 30th class reunion, these are replaced by talk of grandchildren and other major life events.  Some of those people we had rivalries with want to say they are sorry too.  Don’t miss this great opportunity to move forward.

7.  I was popular in high school but I’m not a Gazillionaire.  Well that’s ok.  Welcome to the club.  We are not gathering to brag about what we’ve done or how much we have, that was the 20 year reunion and we didn’t have one.  Now it’s time to pull together and just be who we are.  Honestly no one cares about the drama in high school (unless we still are that way)  so come with your smile on and get ready to have some fun.

8.  I’m scared to death.  I think all of us are a bit scared if we are honest with ourselves.  Absolutely!  Class reunions may happen everyday, but ours only happens once every 10 years or so. This is your opportunity and if you have the means to go, then do it. Forget the anxiety; none of us are the same person we were 10 or 20 years ago. It’s been 20 years since our last reunion and who knows what is going to happen in the next 10 years.  Let’s do this together!

9.  I feel so old!  Yes,we’re older, wiser, and the people who pushed us around when we were kids are nothing to be feared anymore. By coming to our class reunion, we gain the opportunity of re-establishing some friendships we may have forgotten about or forging new ones we might never have considered. For one night, we’ll be able to relive some of the fondest memories of our lives and have a chance to make some new ones.

10. I’m friends with most of these people on Facebook, I don’t need to go.  As we all know, our Facebook lives are just a small part of our real lives and even though we post about things we eat, when we workout and great selfies, there is way more to us than what you see on Facebook.  Come out and fill in the blanks and get to know the real people.  Facebook will be so much more meaningful and there is more we can relate to about each other.

Don’t miss this once in a 10 year opportunity! Let’s face it, we aren’t getting any younger and we need to stick together.  This is our time to celebrate where we come from. Go Gladiators!