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Foundation for a Drug-Free World Empowering Parents at Kids Fest
October 4, 2017, 9:21 pm
Filed under: Good stuff

I’m happy to forward this good news on behalf of Foundation for a Drug-Free World Florida!

Tampa Florida, October 2, 2017. When parents brought their children to Kids Fest Tampa bay at the Florida State Fairgrounds this past Saturday and Sunday for fun, entertainment, and photo opportunities, many found something a lot more valuable, the tools and information they need to keep their children safe from drug abuse. Foundation for a Drug-Free World Florida was onsite, delivering life-saving information and encouraging youth to lead a drug-free life.

Kids Fest is billed as a one-stop shop to the best products, services, and resources for children and families in the Tampa Bay area, featuring local businesses and social betterment groups focusing on safety, health & wellness, child care, special needs, education, insurance, entertainment, and other important family-related topics.

Foundation for a Drug-Free World’s “Truth About Drugs” materials are thoroughly researched and well-presented booklets and DVDs, providing full information about what drugs are, how they’re made, the history of each type of drug, their short-term effects, long-term effects, and of course the very real dangers of addiction. The materials are available in 20 languages.

Over 100 signed the Youth Drug-Free World pledge and promised to live a drug-free life, show their friends that a drug-free life is more fun, learning more about how drugs really harm people, tell people the truth about the harmful effects of drugs, and help spread the truth about drugs. Several parents took photos of their younger children signing the pledge with plans to show them the photos as a reminder when they are in high school.

The drug problem is not limited to children, but also touches our older population. A retired former policeman from Rhode Island asked for 10 copies of The Truth About Marijuana. He is distressed that so many of his friends are convinced that marijuana is harmless. His experience on the police force showed him the true dangers of this common gateway drug.

Parents, police officers, and others in attendance expressed their gratitude for the volunteers working to achieve a world without the dangers of drug abuse.

About the Foundation for a Drug-Free World

The Foundation for a Drug-Free World is a nonprofit public benefit corporation that empowers youth and adults with factual information about drugs so they can make informed decisions and live drug-free.

No one, especially a young person, likes to be lectured about what he or she can or cannot do. Thus, we provide the facts that empower youth to choose not to take drugs in the first place. Additionally our Truth About Drugs campaign consists of activities that they can join which popularize drug-free living. These activities are simple, effective and can involve people of all ages.

Through a worldwide network of volunteers, 50 million of drug prevention booklets have been distributed, tens of thousands of drug awareness events have been held in some 180 countries and Truth About Drugs public service announcements have been aired on more than 500 television stations. These materials and activities have helped people around the world learn about the destructive side effects of drugs and thereby make the decision for themselves to not use them.

The Foundation provides information you need to start a Truth About Drugs education and prevention activity in your area.


Julieta Gil 727-475-6541


About Fame
May 9, 2011, 11:09 pm
Filed under: Good stuff

We live in a peculiar time. It’s a time when anybody can be famous for just about anything. You could be a total unknown today, get captured on a YouTube video tomorrow, have a million hits the next day and your own reality show in a week.

And it seems that today, everybody wants to be famous.

What is it about fame that we crave? How can you get famous? Do you really want to be? All good questions. It’s nice to have attention, that’s for sure. Sometimes the famous score lots of money as well. With today’s world of tabloids and shows like MTV’s Cribs, we can all see the amazing lifestyle of the rich and famous.

There are books, websites and blogs dedicated to how one can become famous. I’m here to tell you that they are all wrong. Ok, they’re not wrong, but I have a better idea on what fame really is and how one may become famous AND be happy about it.

The trick about fame is not to have a goal of being famous. That’s right, forget fame, fame is nothing. “I handle fame by not being famous… I’m not famous to me.” -Bob Marley.

What you want to do is find something you like to do, something you’re good at and something you could potentially be the best at. When you find that activity, take some lessons in it, learn something about it, do it every day until you are the best. So your goal should not be fame itself but rather the action of doing what you want to do very well. If you are the best, you’ll be famous.

If anybody has figured out my hypocrisy yet, go to the head of the class. Obviously I want to be famous. Hell, I named this blog after myself! I really do want to be famous. Ok, I admit that. But I am following my own advice. My concentration is on the writing. Fame will come, or it won’t. Money will come, or it won’t.

Thanks for reading my blog. Promote it. Make me famous. I won’t forget about all the little people when I’m on top.


Osama’s Dead!
May 3, 2011, 12:19 am
Filed under: Good stuff

Have you heard of Osama’s demise? Of course you have. So there is no way I’m writing about it. Actually this is an article about sewing.

My mother was a seamstress. A struggling single mom of three, she worked hard to provide for us. Luxuries were few. We didn’t have a car. Which worked out well because she couldn’t drive.

Mom made her money a dollar or two here and there, for hemming a dress, fixing a rip in the seat of some man’s pants and on and on. Our house was a parade of townspeople stopping in to get fitted or to make sure she’d let out the pants enough so they could put on another ten pounds without straining the seams. Any day of the week, our house was Grand Central Station. There would be a knock on the door. I’d get up to let the person in, go find her and say, “mom, Madge is here, or whoever” and she would carefully lay down the garment she was working on and come out to greet them. I’d go back to watching television, feeling that I was sort of on display so they had something to watch while they were standing around getting pins in their clothes.

And so my childhood went. More than once my bedroom was filled with cheerleaders in various stages of undress trying on their uniforms. Of course I had been ordered outside! Damn.

Since mom sewed, I sewed too. I loved my mom. To a degree I wanted to be like her, so I learned. Or maybe she just thought I should learn and encouraged me. I really don’t remember. But I could sew as well as any teenage boy could be expected.

I also learned most of my mechanical engineering skills from repairing sewing machines. We couldn’t afford or even find the spare parts, living in a tiny coal-mining town in Eastern Kentucky, 60 miles from the nearest shop selling sewing machine parts. So I made do, with some pretty clever solutions using whatever materials we had around. And I oiled the machine seemingly every day. Some folks remember their house spelling like apple pie or bacon or some scent that really feels like home. For me, the smell of 3-in-1 oil really brings me back to those good old days.

“One has to look out for engineers – they begin with sewing machines and end up with the atomic bomb.” -Marcel Pagnol. I have no idea who that person is, just found the quote on the Internet and found it intriguing. I’m sure I will never build an atomic bomb, but if I did, some of the skills required would have been learned on a Singer sewing machine.

Sewing machines truly are a marvel in their design, dozens of moving parts meshing in perfect sync. In those days, sewing machines were largely metal, beautifully machined steel parts, shiny, heavy and tough. I remember a time when I could barely lift one to put it on a table. Today though, a trip to WalMart or wherever will get you a much lighter machine, with plastic parts and aluminum, just not the same. I have a sewing machine right now, one of the last heavy iron and steel models built in the 80s. It’s mostly metal, save for a few plastic parts here and there, like the cam that used to make it zig-zag before it disintegrated. Damn plastic.

It means a lot to me to know how to sew. Not that I ever use it. I haven’t actually touched the thing in a least a year. But it’s a nice feeling to know that I could make or repair something if I needed to. I taught my son how to sew, his idea, not mine. And maybe I’ll teach my beautiful granddaughter how to make a dress when she’s a little older, and tell her about the great grandmother she never got to meet.

I think I’ll go find something squeaky and put 3-in1 oil on it.

And oh yeah, by the way, Osama’s dead.