So how was your Christmas holiday?
Did you burn the bread sauce?
Argue with grandma?
Hit the Baileys and wail dementedly over the sherryless sherry trifle?
This story is about to cock your turkey traumas and internecine festive squabbles into a cocked hat.
This young mother lost her husband to cancer on Christmas day.
She is alone a week later, on new years eve, with her three month old baby, when two intruders, one armed with a hunting knife, try to break into her home.
She thinks she recognises one of the men as someone who had been stalking her.
She puts the baby in the cot with a bottle to keep him quiet. She picks up a "12 gauge" and a pistol. She calls 911 and asks the operator if she can shoot him.
The operator, while not exactly telling her that she can shoot, tells her that she must do whatever she can to protect her baby.
The men outside start to break down her front door as she stands waiting, with her gun cocked.
As soon as the first man sets foot over the threshold, she fires the gun and kills him. His accomplice legs it.
It all sounds too incredible, and nightmarish, to be true. But the recording of the 911 call is here, and the poilce appear to verify her story.
Oh and by the way, she's eighteen.
Talk about Mama Bear.
As the spunky lady says, there's nothing more dangerous than a mother with her child.
Thursday, 5 January 2012
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Sunday, 1 January 2012
|VENI, Creator Spiritus,|
mentes tuorum visita,
imple superna gratia
quae tu creasti pectora.
|COME, Holy Spirit, Creator blest,|
and in our souls take up Thy rest;
come with Thy grace and heavenly aid
to fill the hearts which Thou hast made.
|Qui diceris Paraclitus,|
altissimi donum Dei,
fons vivus, ignis, caritas,
et spiritalis unctio.
|O comforter, to Thee we cry,|
O heavenly gift of God Most High,
O fount of life and fire of love,
and sweet anointing from above.
|Tu, septiformis munere,|
digitus paternae dexterae,
Tu rite promissum Patris,
sermone ditans guttura.
|Thou in Thy sevenfold gifts are known;|
Thou, finger of God's hand we own;
Thou, promise of the Father, Thou
Who dost the tongue with power imbue.
|Accende lumen sensibus:|
infunde amorem cordibus:
infirma nostri corporis
virtute firmans perpeti.
|Kindle our sense from above,|
and make our hearts o'erflow with love;
with patience firm and virtue high
the weakness of our flesh supply.
|Hostem repellas longius,|
pacemque dones protinus:
ductore sic te praevio
vitemus omne noxium.
|Far from us drive the foe we dread,|
and grant us Thy peace instead;
so shall we not, with Thee for guide,
turn from the path of life aside.
|Per te sciamus da Patrem,|
noscamus atque Filium;
Teque utriusque Spiritum
credamus omni tempore.
|Oh, may Thy grace on us bestow|
the Father and the Son to know;
and Thee, through endless times confessed,
of both the eternal Spirit blest.
|Deo Patri sit gloria,|
et Filio, qui a mortuis
surrexit, ac Paraclito,
in saeculorum saecula.
|Now to the Father and the Son,|
Who rose from death, be glory given,
with Thou, O Holy Comforter,
henceforth by all in earth and heaven.
Come Holy SpiritCome Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of your faithful and kindle in them the fire of your love.
V. Send forth your Spirit, and they shall be created.
R. And You shall renew the face of the earth.
Let us pray.
O, God, who by the light of the Holy Spirit, did instruct the hearts of the faithful, grant that by the same Holy Spirit we may be truly wise and ever enjoy His consolations. Through Christ Our Lord. Amen.
( One of the most widely used hymns in the Church, Veni, Creator Spiritus, is attributed to Rabanus Maurus (776-856). It is used at Vespers, Pentecost, Dedication of a Church, Confirmation, and Holy Orders and whenever the Holy Spirit is solemnly invoked. A partial indulgence is granted to the faithful who recite it. A plenary indulgence is granted if it is recited on January 1st or on the feast of Pentecost.)