I was a waitress for a long time. Personally, I would have been honored to wait a table for George Takei, or anyone from the LGBT community. Folks just want to go out to eat (or shop or whatever) and enjoy their lives, let them. The bill in Arizona awaiting the Governor Jan Brewer‘s final decision (SB 1062)…. if signed into law by her….would fling open wide the doors to discrimination to many people, not just those in the LGBT community. As an everyday citizen….someone who is largely invisible in the world…I wonder how business owners would even identify a person to refuse service to? Are we going to start forcing people to wear little rainbow triangles on their clothing? When you go out to shop, or go out to eat…frankly….you have no idea who you’re sharing space with. You may be surprised. This has nothing to do with what you believe for yourself personally. This has nothing to do with what religion you practice. This has nothing to do with what goes on in your bedroom as a consenting adult with another consenting adult. This has everything to do with our rights as citizens. Does what’s happening in Arizona affect me? If this is signed into law, you bet it will. It will be the beginning of terrible, socially sanctioned, “legally enforced” discrimination…it will allow our government to begin separating us into “desirable” and “undesirable” categories. History has shown us time and time again, what happens to those deemed undesirable. I don’t wish to be part of that.
Very important reminder about kids and dogs by Rumpy Dog. Please read and please share!
Rikki’s Refuge has set up a MARY MEMORIAL FUND and an INCREASE THE REWARD FUND!
Please see the DROP DOWN MENU on the donation page, thanks!
MARY MEMORIAL FUNDS will be used for the daily care and feeding of all our refuge animals, and daily operations, in Mary’s name!
INCREASE THE REWARD FUND donations will be held to increase the reward being offered for information leading to the arrest/conviction of Mary’s killer.
On Tuesday morning (1-7-14) at approximately 9:00 A.M. our EMU, MARY, was shot and killed in a fenced area of our property. This incident was investigated by Animal Control. A necropsy performed by the State Vet. Lab in Warrenton, determined the cause of death to be a gunshot wound. The projectile splintered Mary’s femur and bone shards subsequently severed her femoral artery, causing her to bleed to death.
We are (currently) offering a $5000 reward to the person(s) who supply us with information leading to the arrest and conviction of the person(s) who committed this crime. Contact us at mail@RikkisRefuge.org or P.O. Box 1357, Orange, VA. 22960. We will keep the name of any informers confidential and also welcome anonymous tips. If you prefer to deal directly with the Sheriff, you may call 540-672-1200 or 540-672-9225 for Animal Control.
PLEASE CALL RIKKI’S REFUGE AT: (540)-854-0870 X1 IF YOU HAVE INFORMATION!
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Rikki’s Refuge in Orange County, Virginia, is a 367 acre, no-kill, all species peaceful sanctuary supported solely by donations of kind and loving individuals. The refuge is home to over 1200 animals of over 20 different species, including but not limited to cats, dogs, sheep, goats, rabbits, pigs, emus, chickens, ducks, geese, a chukar, peacocks, and more. It is owned and operated by Life Unlimited of Virginia, Inc. an approved not-for profit Virginia Corporation and IRS tax code 501(c)(3) corporation as determined by the IRS. Federal Tax-ID number 54-1911042. A financial statement is available upon written request from the State Office of Consumer Affairs.
I am a U.S. ARMY veteran. I was a military police officer. If my country needed me, I would do it all again. Huge respect from me, to ALL veterans of ALL military branches, and all those who currently serve. Despite any faults, hardships and politics….this nation in which I reside, is worthy of our vigilance. I’ve been to some frightening places on this planet….where basic human rights exist only in theory….while I will never subscribe to a belief system that endorses war….I will always believe that freedom is worth preserving. I did not become a soldier to kill. I became a soldier because I love my country and wanted to be part of something bigger than myself. I met and married a Desert Storm veteran, the love of my life and my best friend. My father is a veteran, having served in post-occupied WWII Germany. Many of those I served with, I have been blessed to connect with on Facebook. We have a bond that transcends social media, that looks past the mistakes of youth…it is a brotherhood and sisterhood that can only be forged with combat boots, BDUs and an honor code. A code that says no one is left behind. Not ever. A code that says anything can be accomplished with team work. A code that says even an Army of One can make a difference. As Veteran’s Day approaches, is there something you can do to make a difference? Is there someone in your family you can honor? Do you have a story to share? Honor a veteran this weekend and tell me about it.
I want to share a story with you. It’s a little bit strange, and a whole lot of wonderful. It’s something that happened to us. Something that restored a bit of hope for us, that we’re not invisible, and that we matter.
Toward the end of 2012, between Thanksgiving and Christmas, some exterior under-ground piping that connects from our home to the city sewer system broke. I’m not a very technical person, I can’t tell you exactly what it was or how it happened….my husband could. All I knew was we could no longer use our own water. It simply would not drain.
We suddenly lost the ability to do our own laundry, take showers, do dishes….clean our own home. We didn’t have the money to repair it. We learned how to make do. I figured out how to drain water from the washer machine into a rolling trash bin….and drag it outside to a storm drain and dump it. Oh, I guess I can’t say we couldn’t take showers….but they had to be fast….not as frequent….it would take days to drain. You don’t even want to know details about how personal matters were dealt with. It was very much like camping….in your own home.
We began to try and save the money we needed to get repairs down…and got three estimates…..and were highly discouraged because of how much it would cost. We were determined to take care of it on our own and said nothing to anyone about it.
Yes. We were “broke” financially….but we consider ourselves fortunate in that we kept our home, and are able to pay the mortgage on time every time…..and this after both of us lost jobs and benefits and took labor positions to make ends meet. We were lucky ones. We didn’t end up homeless. We were just left in a position where after bills, nothing was left.
We dug our heels in and dealt with it. Knowing it was going to be a long time before we could do the repairs.
Come March the following year, still singing the same tune….I finally had a weak moment and lost patience when our furnace went out too. We were still having some pretty cold nights and needed heat. I mentioned it on a Facebook post….just that I was frustrated. A rant. I wasn’t asking for help. I just wanted to complain for a minute. I felt bad after I posted it too. So many people have it so much worse….was my thinking on this. How could I sit here and complain.
How could I know what that weakness would result in? It’s really pretty amazing.
My husband and I…..we’re proud people….in that it’s hard for us to ask for help. We like to fix things and pay for things ourselves…and if we cannot….we do without. We also are firm believers in doing for others….we volunteer when we can, we’re both Army veterans, we’ve been involved in various community services. All a pleasure and honor to be a part of. To be on the receiving end of it was extremely difficult for us….but it was a beautiful thing.
After my status post tirade of sorts….many Facebook friends messaged us with caring notes. One Facebook friend, unbeknownst to us at the time, began calling businesses one by one here in Champaign, trying to find help for us. Her name is Donna and she lives in Virginia, and nope….we’ve never met her outside of Facebook. Donna PMed me back a few days later and told me I would be getting a call from Lanz Heating and Cooling, INC in Champaign. I was upset and reluctant, but agreed to hear them out.
Shannon from Lanz called me….and I’m told that they (the owners, Troy and Kathleen) want to help us…..AS A GIFT. It was stunning news to hear on the phone. I think that week I cried more every single day, than I had in a long while. LANZ also enlisted the aid of another local area company called Stephens Underground Solutions, to come out and talk to us and have a look at things. That they want to help us because we’re veterans, we’re down on our luck, and I’ve since found out later….they were told some things about us I didn’t know about….that we’ve been involved in a lot of “helping” with animal/refuge/shelter assistance on social media….none of this came from us.
Jesse from STEPHENS came out, he’s the owner, nice guy. Took a look at all our estimates. Looked from inside and outside at what he could see. He assured us under no uncertain terms that it was fixable and would be done quickly.
Jake from LANZ came out 2-3 times of the course of the weekend, and restored our heat, and had to leave to go get a special part in person, to do it. Left us his personal cell number to call if there were problems too.
LANZ and STEPHENS sent teams of guys out the NEXT DAY. Jesse, Trenor, Daniel and Angel from STEPHENS. Lucas and Mike from LANZ. These guys had do dig a huge hole in the back yard, drill through the cement slab in our mud room….and do a whole lot of other piping repairs and replacing…..hard work. In the meantime I am sitting in my house burning with embarrassment. So ashamed that my house isn’t clean, I don’t feel clean, looks bad, probably doesn’t smell good…..worried they would think I was the worst house-keeper and house-wife ever. And not a one of them treated me with anything but respect and dignity, empathy, cheerfulness and kindness. Jesse from STEPHENS was especially gentle with my feelings.
Everything was done in about half a day. We were still reeling from the fact that two local companies…..dedicated a whole lot of man power, man hours, equipment and supplies….to help us…..for nothing. It was a gift. One I still cannot talk about with tearing up, getting choked up.
They did not just restore water and heat to my home. They returned normalcy to my life. I could do my own dishes. I could do my own laundry and the machine would drain itself, like it’s supposed to. I could take a bath, oh heaven, a bath….which I hadn’t been able to do since before the holidays. I could clean my home properly, with good hot water, and make it look good and smell good again. I would not be cold at night because I had heat. I was treated with gentleness and dignity. I was made to feel like I mattered and I wasn’t invisible. My husband was left with a kind of gratitude he still has a difficult time putting into words. He remarked to me privately, and even then, with extreme difficulty and high emotion, that it was the FIRST TIME anyone ever did anything for him because he was a combat veteran. He asked me, “Who does that?” My reply to him was….”Lanz and Stephens do, and did.”
Whether we deserved it or not is debatable. But we are profoundly grateful.
We have since found out in the ensuing months that both companies are heavily involved in community based programs, and have reached out to others in extreme need in the past. Both have good reputations with various contractors we’ve worked with (my husband and I both clean professionally). The way they treat their customers and their employees, it comes from a deeply rooted personal belief system….where they walk their talk in all ways. It shows. At least to me it does. They did not just fix my water and fix my heat….they fixed my hope and made life normal for me again. They made us feel like we mattered.
There is simply no way to quantify that with money. The value of their time, work and materials….was a LOT! The value of their kindness….is priceless.
From my home…..to a friend on Facebook in another state…..to a company here in Champaign, Illinois….who brings in a second company from Farmer City, Illinois….back to my home…..a whole lot of love and care and respect changed hands. That is a beautiful thing.
Stephens Underground Solutions is on Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Stephens-Underground-Solutions/104493243020720
Introducing Sasha the Malamute!.
Our dog, Sasha, was interviewed by Rumpy Dog today and featured in his amazing blog!
THANK YOU RUMPY!
Animal Welfare Blogger Challenge by Rumpy Dog!
Are you up for it?
We know a little first grader in the town where we live, the son of mutual friends, named Robbie. His class is doing a map project by collecting postcards from around the United States and the World. If anyone would like to help Robbie out by sending a postcard, here is the address:
Robbie Vavrik/Miss Dittemore’s Class
Saint Matthew Catholic School
Champaign, IL 61821
There is also corresponding event page on Facebook here:
Sometimes I fret because I want to help others and find that my own personal resources are stretched way too thin. A postcard for a child I can do! Imagine how excited Robbie will be if he receives a lot of postcards and is able to fill up his map! I don’t know about you, but it sure makes me smile!