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A Father's Reflections on a New Chapter in Life

For all of the young couples out there, I'm here to tell you that this business of being a parent is every bit as difficult, frustrating and exhausting as you have heard. Doing it right, or at least trying to do it right, is a 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days per year job. Being a parent will be the greatest source of stress, worry and heartache you will ever experience. And despite all of that-despite all of the work, the worry, the terrible twos, the teen years, and the "you're too old to understand what I'm going throughs"-I would do it all again in a heartbeat. Along with my wife, my daughters (Brittany and Caitlin) and my son (John III) have brought me more happiness, pride and joy than I could ever have imagined. The other day was a day, which, for me, was filled with conflicting emotions. I went to Wheeling to help my daughter, Brittany, load her rented truck so she could head off to Austin, Texas. She spent several years in Austin as she went through law school at the University of Texas, and last year, after graduating, she came back home to work as a law clerk for the Honorable Judge John P. Bailey of the United States District Court for the Northern District of West Virginia. Her time on that job ended a few weeks ago, so she packed up to head back to Austin, where she will work as a law clerk for the Honorable Judge Sam Sparks of the United States District Court for the Western District of Texas. I was filled with pride as I thought about my little girl and what she has accomplished thus far in her young life. At the same time, I was filled with sadness as I drove away from her empty apartment, knowing full well that she won't be coming back. The cruelest part of being a parent is that you try to raise your children to be independent and self-sufficient, and the reward for your success is their taking off for newer and bigger challenges, most of which can only be found a few thousand miles from home. You have to allow me a few sentences to brag about my daughter. At the age of 17, she decided she wanted to spend her first year of college at Richmond International University in London, England. She headed off to a new city in a strange country where she would know absolutely no one, and she was as excited as she could be about doing it. I flew over with her, and I can still remember walking down the street after getting her settled into her dorm room, tears flowing freely. I hated London for taking my little girl away from me; I still hate London. Of course my reaction was and still is completely irrational, but parents aren't always rational when it comes to their children. After her first year of college, Britt returned to the States to spend another year at American University in Washington, D.C., and her last two years at Southern Methodist University in Dallas. You have to know my daughter to appreciate what a wonderful contradiction it was to see her at SMU. Britt is as liberal and idealistic as anyone I know, and SMU is a bastion of conservatism. She used to put her short hair up into a sort of fake Mohawk, just to make sure folks knew she was different than the rest of her classmates. I especially remember an episode when a female classmate confronted Brittany in the parking lot about something that had happened earlier in class. Words were exchanged, and in proper conservative fashion the young girl slapped my daughter in the face. In proper West Virginia fashion, Britt responded by dropping the young lady with a hard right to the nose. Conservative Texas, meet West-by-God-Virginia. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Brittany was graduated from SMU Magna Cum Laude, and was inducted into the nation's oldest and most prestigious honor society, Phi Beta Kappa. She was accepted into law school at the University of Texas, where in her first year she won the Thad T. Hutcheson Moot Court Competition over 300+ other students. In her second year she was selected for membership on the Texas Law Review, and in her third year she served as Articles Editor for that nationally-known publication. She was graduated in 2013 as a member of the Order of the Coif, reflecting her rank as one of the top students in her class. She had employment offers from literally every one of the top international law firms in the country, along with offers to clerk for several federal judges across the U.S. In her usual fashion, Britt chose the job she felt would be most challenging and rewarding. So, after a year in Wheeling, she is off again to Austin, only this time I'm betting it's for good. I suppose I've always known that Britt would never be happy staying in West Virginia. Don't get me wrong, she loves the area and she loves her home. It's just that ever since she was a little girl, she has always needed to have new adventures, new frontiers to explore and conquer. I can still remember something she said to my Dad when she was about 4 years old. Whenever I would take Britt to visit my parents, Dad would put her into her Big Wheel, and they would take a ride down the sidewalk and around the block. Before they took off on their ride, Dad would always make Britt promise she would go slowly so that he could keep up. She never did. One day after she had ridden off for what seemed like the 100 th time, Dad asked her why she kept breaking her promise. I can still see the sparkle in her eyes as she told him "I'm sorry, but I just have to go fast, Granddaddy." I know Dad understood. So, as my daughter heads off to begin the next part of her life, I hope she remembers the things I tried to teach her over the past 28 years. Be confident in your abilities; you can be anything in this world you want to be. Take the time to enjoy life along the way; work hard and play hard. Treat everyone you meet with kindness and respect. And most of all, remember that whatever happens and wherever it happens, your Dad will always be there for you. Always. Now go ahead and go fast, my Little Hugger. Granddaddy will be proud.   For all of the young couples out there, I'm here to tell you that this business of being a parent is every bit as difficult, frustrating and exhausting as you have heard. Doing it right, or at least trying to do it right, is a 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days per year job. Being a parent will be the greatest source of stress, worry and heartache you will ever experience. And despite all of that-despite all of the work, the worry, the terrible twos, the teen years, and the "you're too old to understand what I'm going throughs"-I would do it all again in a heartbeat. Along with my wife, my daughters (Brittany and Caitlin) and my son (John III) have brought me more happiness, pride and joy than I could ever have imagined.

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Pass the Pig

Growing up I had one of those bedroom doors that wouldn't stay open on itsown. I was probably age five or six when a neighbor gave me a doorstop as a gift. Not just any doorstop - it was a pig made out of a plastic bottle dressed in a pink dress with a big pink hat. Now I'm not trying to sound ungrateful, but I didn't like this pig...at all. She wasn't cool, she wasn't trendy and she certainly didn't "go with" my room. But she faithfully did her job of keeping my door propped open for many years. She even survived being drug down the hallway and having her face partially chewed off by my dog, as well as many nights of me kicking her across the room to shut my door. When I got married and moved out my mom tried to get me to take the pig. Absolutely not....I told her to throw it away. Little did I know that day that I started a chain of events that has carried on to this day. Not giving a second thought to this pig, I went on my honeymoon and settled into married life. A year or so went by and upon returning from a vacation I came home to find the pig wearing sunglasses and holding a sign that read something like, "Did you miss me?" No I didn't. I called my mom who advised that she didn't have the heart to throw the pig away and told me to do it. Well looking at her with her little pink dress and hat and chewed up face, I couldn't pitch her either. So in the closet she went. Several months later I dumped her back at my parents' house - I think I actually hid her in a closet. After that she showed up in my bathtub. Wanting to get my mom back good, I took her to her place of work and sat her in her styling chair (my mom was a beautician), put a roller in her hair and wrapped a cape around her and hoped my mom would get the point. Needless to say we have spent the last several years passing this pig back and forth. We are both always surprised to see her. I even packed her in my parents' moving van when they moved to Florida and hid her in their garage. From there, she ended up back in my bedroom - I found her staring at me from behind a quilt rack while I was on the phone. Back to Florida she went - I stuffed her in my parents' trunk late during the night before they left. This was in January 2014, and she hasn't been seen since...until the other night. It was around 11:00 pm and I woke up to the sound of my husband yelling, "Shannon, what's at the bottom of the bed?" (That is the censored version). Yes, it was the pig. My mom had apparently shoved her under the covers in our bed before she left for the airport that morning. So the next move is mine. I have a couple ideas of what I'm going to do with her next and I absolutely know what her ultimate fate will be. She's been around for about 30 years, so she deserves a good send off. But until then...mom, be prepared. Growing up I had one of those bedroom doors that wouldn't stay open on its own. I was probably age five or six when a neighbor gave me a doorstop as a gift. Not just any doorstop - it was a pig made out of a plastic bottle dressed in a pink dress with a big pink hat. Now I'm not trying to sound ungrateful, but I didn't like this pig...at all. She wasn't cool, she wasn't trendy and she certainly didn't "go with" my room. But she faithfully did her job of keeping my door propped open for many years. She even survived being drug down the hallway and having her face partially chewed off by my dog, as well as many nights of me kicking her across the room to shut my door.

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The Best We Can Do or the Least We Can Get Away With

It's been almost five years since Chesley Sullenberger landed flight 1549 on the Hudson River. For anyone that has forgotten, Captain Sullenberger, a retired Air Force pilot, saved the lives of all 155 of his passengers when his aircraft lost power shortly after takeoff from LaGuardia airport in New York City. A seasoned professional at the time of the incident, Captain Sullenberger explained how he managed to live up to his responsibilities at the moment of truth: "One way of looking at this might be that for 42 years, I've been making small, regular deposits in this bank of experience, education and training. And on January 15 the balance was sufficient so that I could make a very large withdrawal." This past summer, our own Billy Teufel helped to save the life of a Boys State colleague. Upon finding a friend having a seizure, and without a pulse, Billy kept his wits about him, knew where the automated external defibrillator was located, and used it to restore the boy's heartbeat. Billy and his fortunate friend are proof that you don't have to be a forty-year veteran to perform up to high standards in a moment of crisis. The simple rule of doing the best you can do connects Captain Sullenberger and our Billy. Finding themselves in a challenging situation, both took responsibility immediately. Both took strong action in accordance with their training, knowledge and skill. Neither one of them walked away, tried to shift responsibility to others, or made any excuses whatsoever. They were there to do the best they could and nothing less, showing their dedication to high standards: an obvious sign of good character. What these two did stands out these days, among so many people, and institutions, that do the opposite. Far from seeking to do the best they can, many today are focused on "what is the least we can get away with" as their guiding principle. We've been treated to three weeks of it from the NFL. Both the league and the teams have tested the water again and again - how little can they do about domestic violence and get a pass? How little can they do about child abuse, and get away with it? Is a game suspension for child abuse enough? If not, how about two or three? At least the for-profit NFL admits it's in the business of making money. Colleges like Florida State are doing the same thing with players under investigation for sexual assaults: "Can we get away with a half-game suspension? Okay, how about one game?" This kind of thinking rots our culture and our character. We need to get away from "what's the least we can get away with," once and for all, and get back to the real question: "what is the best we can do?" That simple choice makes a difference all around us. There's been an unprecedented increase in black lung among our coal miners recently. Changes in mining techniques have been exposing miners to more dangerous dust compositions. Coal dust is the only known cause of this disease. Two Senators, Jay Rockefeller (West Virginia) and Robert Casey (Pennsylvania), are seeking to address the issue. But while these two leaders are asking what is the best we can do for sick and injured miners, others are ready to take the other side, insisting on staking out the territory of the "least we can get away with." And this is the same year we learned that a crooked doctor had wrongfully denied over a thousand miners their rightful benefits. We've seen the way corporations profit at the expense of human lives over and over again. Whether it's the toleration of violence and abuse in pursuit of football glory and money, or undercutting the health of working men and women with poor safety in the mines to squeeze extra dollars from coal, the principle is the same. We are constantly choosing the standards we want for our society. Captain Sullenberger's actions - as you would expect from an Air Force man - pointed us in the right direction: We need to aim higher. Billy Teufel got the message, will we? It's been almost five years since Chesley Sullenberger landed flight 1549 on the Hudson River. For anyone that has forgotten, Captain Sullenberger, a retired Air Force pilot, saved the lives of all 155 of his passengers when his aircraft lost power shortly after takeoff from LaGuardia airport in New York City. A seasoned professional at the time of the incident, Captain Sullenberger explained how he managed to live up to his responsibilities at the moment of truth: "One way of looking at this might be that for 42 years, I've been making small, regular deposits in this bank of experience, education and training. And on January 15 the balance was sufficient so that I could make a very large withdrawal."

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Hope for Hines Treasure Hunt

On Sunday, September 7, 2014, three of my friends (Tammi, Traci, Dena) and I participated in the Hope for Hines treasure hunt fundraiser in the Wheeling area. Before I tell you about our hunt, I want to thank everyone who put the fundraiser together; it was an awesome event. I also want to thank all of those who helped us in our treasure hunt over the two-hour period of time given to complete these tasks. I know four grown women coming up to you and asking questions before we told you what we were doing had to have been scary. I really want to thank the mother of the little girl who let her daughter sign our feet for one of the tasks. Once again, having four grown women asking you questions about your daughter had to be very, very scary. Thanks also to the very nice lady in the parking lot who took time out of her day to take pictures of us. On every task we did, we had to have a picture taken with our team members. Of course the picture taker was not in the photo, but we tried a lot of selfies. Thanks again Wheeling people, you rock. During the event, 11 teams were running around the Wheeling area completing tasks to collect points to win the Hope for Hines Treasure Hunt. We all had team names. The names were based on the stuffed animal that had to be in all the pictures with us so we could win extra points; our team was Team Penguin. The tasks ranged from finding a child under 10 and having the child sign each team member's foot, to finding a tombstone with a specific date on it. We were also completing tasks like pumping ten cents worth of gas, parking lot chalk art, finding a political sticker on a bumper of a car, and more. We had a blast trying to complete the 40 tasks on the list. As we were out running around, we would run into other teams and would try to help each other out, but not too much because all teams wanted to win. The entire day was all in good fun. After two hours of trying to win the treasure hunt, the teams went back to the Italian American Club where Hope For Hines Treasure Hunt fundraiser team fed us. They had a really outstanding chicken dinner, along with raffles, games, and a  cornhole tournament. Here is a picture of us with Hines and his mom. We didn't win, but we had a great time and helped out our own little Hines. If you get a chance, stop in Miklas's Meat Market and pick up a wrist band, t-shirt or any of the other item they have available to raise money for Hope for Hines. Trust me, there is not a more rewarding feeling than helping a child fight cancer. We wish Hines and his family the best of luck. Thank you for taking the picture with us on the Hope for Hines Treasure Hunt. Rock On Wheeling, West Virginia, Rock On.

Wellspring Center

This month, I was invited to an open house at the newly opened Wellspring Pregnancy Center on Center Avenue in Moundsville, where my mother-in-law, Teresa Devlin, along with Tammy Hosenfeld, Chris Jacobs and other local volunteers have been extremely hard at work converting an aging duplex into a support center to assist those in need in virtually all aspects of child care. As I toured the Center, I found myself feeling very proud of my mother-in-law and the other volunteers, for not only recognizing such an important community need, but also for having the vision and determination to bring it to life. The mission statement of the Wellspring Center, according to Tammy Hosenfeld, is "to restore purpose to women's lives and their children and family by helping to meet their physical, emotional and spiritual needs through the services of material assistance, educational resources, referrals and emotional support." From free pregnancy tests, to diapers, food, clothing, strollers, books, toys, car seats and practically everything else, the Clinic offers an incredible array of products and services for parents in need at practically every stage of raising a newborn or toddler. The Clinic also boasts a wealth of critical, educational materials to help parents keep their children safe and give them the best possible start. Open from 10 a.m. - 4 p.m., Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, the Wellspring Center offers products and services to all members of our local community. As I toured the Center, I also thought about how blessed I was to have parents who provided my sister and me with each of the cornerstones the Wellspring Center is designed to help foster. Of course we took it for granted at the time, but we were so fortunate to have grown up in a stable environment with parents who had the time and interest and means to provide us with the resources we needed to, at least arguably, become well-adjusted adults with families of our own. Others aren't so fortunate, often due to circumstances beyond their control. And for folks who find themselves in such situations, the Wellspring Center can help. I must say, I left the Center feeling equal parts impressed and humbled by what the volunteers have been able to accomplish in such a short time. Through the hard work and dedication of local carpenters and organizers, a dilapidated apartment building has been transformed into a bright, safe, positive environment where parents and expectant parents can feel comfortable amongst people who care. Congratulations to everyone who worked so hard to realize this vision of support and security. You have all done a tremendous job providing a beacon of hope for your community. For those in need of the Center's offerings, or for those who would like to donate or learn more, call 304-810-0292 or stop by and visit with the good folks at the Wellspring Center.

Every Tuesday Evening at 7:00PM

On November 17, 1998, a group of girls (young working women and mothers) from a variety of Christian denominations, gathered for the first time at the home of Anne Robinson. Included were her daughter, daughter-in-law, and Kathy Blass, wife of partner, Scott Blass. Because they met after dinnertime, to accommodate everyone's schedules, the girls named themselves God's Girls of the Evening--later shortened to God's Girls. God's Girls began meeting at Vance Church about ten years ago. When I came to work at Bordas & Bordas in 2002, Kathy Blass invited me to the bible study. I was so excited, especially when I learned that Anne was leading. She and I had been acquainted years before by way of Chevrolet! Our husbands were both car dealers and we had many opportunities to travel together. None of us will forget swimming in the rough waters on Diamond Head, Hawaii; No more two piece bathing suits for me! Getting reacquainted with Anne after my divorce from the car business was such a joy. Another member of the group is Leisa Forbes (a special Bordas employee who recently moved to Washington DC). Leisa now attends via teleconference! Becky Murphy was with us for a time too. Then, in June of 2004, the group expanded to include men, so Bible study is now called God's Girls and Guys (GGG). After that, Jim Bordas became an active member of our group. Over the nearly sixteen years of weekly studying together and as life circumstances have changed, so have the participants of the group, but God's Girls and Guys has continued because of its foundation-the sound teaching of the Word of God. We use a variety of study materials including Beth Moore studies (a group favorite), Jerry Bridges, Rick Warren, Ray Vander Lann, andHenry Blackaby-to name a few. No matter the configuration of people, we have always grown together in our knowledge and faith. Another constant is prayer-for one another and others in need. An unexpected blessing are the times we've been able "walk alongside" one another in difficult times---health, heartache, and other heavy times. We've lived the truth of Ecclesiastes 4:9-12: " Two people are better off than one, for they can help each other succeed. If one person falls, the other can reach out and help. But someone who falls alone is in real trouble...A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back to back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken." Happy times are celebrated as well! And we laugh, oh how we laugh!! In November 2013, Jim invited GGG to use the Bordas and Bordas conference room for our weekly study and we readily accepted his gracious offer. Over the years, the number of weekly GGG's participants has averaged from 10 to 20. Looking back, we can sense the urging of God to eachindividual to this study. Each person's story is unique and couldfill several blogs. If you feel a "pulling" at your heart to be a part of GGG, go with it and please join us. Contact Jim Bordas, Anne Robinson, or me! I feel so very blessed to work at a company that honors Christ and His teachings, something you don't find too often these days.

Barmageddon

At the end of July, I sat for the Ohio bar exam. This was my second bar exam, having taken West Virginia the summer before, so I had some idea of what to expect, but was still nervous. I experienced the same worries I had the previous summer. What if I didn't study enough? What if I didn't study this particular subject enough? What if I forget my photo identification? What if my alarm doesn't go off in the morning? What if I get sick during the test? What IS a commercial transaction? Will I ever know?? One thing I did not think to worry about, however, was what if the testing software fails to work? There are two options for taking the bar exam. One is to write your essay answers longhand, in a lined-paper booklet provided to you by the proctors. With this option, you are limited by a number of pages for your responses. Most essays questions do not permit the examinee to use more than two handwritten pages. Additionally, the examinee is required to use pen. This makes it difficult to edit the response, particularly considering the strict time constraints for each question. As a result of these added difficulties, and considering that most law students today have been educated largely through typing and computers, handwriting is the less favored method for bar examinees. The other option, and the one utilized by the vast majority of bar exam takers, is to download computer software and type written responses into the program. The program is specially designed for exams such as the bar. Once opened on the examinee's computer, the software will shut off access to all other programs, to prevent applicants from cheating by using the Internet or their electronic notes and outlines while answering the exam questions. The software also keeps time on the question, preventing applicants from using extra minutes, or even seconds, to get one last word into their responses. Most importantly, the software saves what is being typed once every minute, automatically, so the examinee can use full focus on their responses. At the end of the day, the software will automatically upload the responses to a server once the computer is connected to wireless Internet, and the server will submit the responses directly to those responsible for grading the exams. Examinees cannot review or access their responses again, so there is no risk of cheating through hindsight editing. All in all, it is a pretty easy and convenient system. It is so easy and convenient, in fact, that most examinees don't give a second thought to it. After all, there is enough to worry about with remembering the elements of negligence or determining who is the rightful owner of a piece of property. After finishing up the first day of the Ohio testing, I returned to my hotel room to relax for a bit. Before doing anything else, I wanted to make sure I uploaded my exam responses. The exam proctor had been extremely clear at the end of the exam that if we failed to make the upload by the 10:00 p.m. deadline, there was NOTHING that could be done to remedy that error. I opened my laptop, expecting to see the green upload screen confirming that my essays were safe and sound in the inboxes of some lucky grader. This time, however, all I saw were sad little scrolling wheels, trying to upload the essays. My inbox filled with emails titled "EXAM UPLOAD FAILURE." I was alarmed, but chalked this up to the wireless being weak in my room, and went down to the hotel lobby to get a better signal. When I arrived down in the lobby, I encountered about 50 of my fellow test-takers who were staying in the same hotel as me. Everyone was having the same problem. None of the exams would upload. Even worse, no one could figure out why, or what to do. People were venturing out to nearby coffee shops with laptops in tow, figuring the wireless at the hotel was just overloaded with users, only to return an hour or two later, defeated. Others were calling the Ohio Supreme Court, the bar admissions office, and the software company, looking for answers, only to get the after-hours messages. Law students, as a general group, are not exactly known for being the most relaxed of people, and the bar exam is an event that can send even the most laidback into orbit. This problem with the software was not helping. People were getting angry at their friends, the hotel employees, and anyone in their path. People were emotional, worried that this software SNAFU would affect their bar passage, their employment, their futures. Some people joked that they were rethinking their judgment of those who had taken the test by hand, saying that it seemed like a pretty good option now. People on Twitter and Facebook were calling it "Barmageddon." Eventually, I realized that this situation was beyond my control, and that it was more important to refocus on the next day of testing and to get a good night's sleep. The uncertainty of the situation, and what would happen with the exam responses, was still a little troubling, but I decided to just hope for the best. Sure enough, when I woke up the next morning and opened my laptop, the green screen popped up to congratulate me on a successful upload of all of my exams. At the start of that day of testing, the exam proctor apologized for the problems, and reassured us that we would never be penalized for something beyond our control, such as a software failure. The rest of the exam went on without incident. And while this situation may have made an already stressful experience all the more stressful, it was a good reminder that worrying and reacting negatively to a situation beyond your control usually won't help anything, and that things tend to work out if you have a little faith that they will. I could easily add worrying about computer failure to my list of concerns for the next bar exam I will take, but I think I will just stick to the ones that I have the ability to control. Like finally figuring out what a commercial transaction is.

The Wheeling Symphony Youth Orchestra

The Wheeling Symphony Youth Orchestra (WSYO) is an outstanding program that offers talented, aspiring young musicians from the tri-state area a formal venue in which to train and perform together. The group is only open by audition and I am so proud to be able to say my son, Nick Sharpsky, has been offered a position in the First Violin Section this season. Nick is a sophomore at Wheeling Park High School, and this is his second year with the WYSO. It is an honor and a privilege that Nick has been given the opportunity to learn within such a professional musical environment amid other gifted young musicians, all under the instruction of music director, Dr. Matthew Inkster. As a matter of background, competitive auditions for the WSYO attract students from West Virginia, Ohio and Pennsylvania; rehearsals are held weekly from September through April, and the WSYO presents two concerts each year. These concerts are free, open to the public, and I would encourage and invite those of you who have a sincere appreciation for music and young talent to attend. Remarkably, the Wheeling Symphony Youth Orchestra strives to be accessible to all student musicians regardless of their financial situation and is a tuition-free organization, funded almost entirely through the generosity of sponsors, donors, advertisers, the substantial support of the Wheeling Symphony Society, Inc., the WSYO Steering Committee, and the fundraising efforts of members and their families. I would sincerely like to personally thank all those who support this program through the gift of their time, talent and monetary donations that make it possible for my son and other young musicians in our area to experience this amazing opportunity that nurtures their love and passion for music.

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What a Blessing: Healthy Twin Girls!

A wonderful and joyous occasion has happened in my family. My nephew, Corey Murphy and his wife, Lauren are now the PROUD parents of twin girls. They named them Leah Lucinda Murphy, middle name after Corey's Mom Lucinda (Cindy) Murphy, and Lily Grace Murphy. They entered into this world in the early morning hours of Tuesday, August 19, 2014. My mother's side of the family was blessed with twin girls approximately twenty-nine years ago named Lydia Eddy & Andrea Eddy. Lydia and Andrea did not live close, so I did not get to see them very often. Oh, if Facebook would have been around then, I could have watched them grow into the beautiful ladies they are now. Corey's side of the Murphy family had not been blessed with twins, as far as I know. What a blessing these two girls are, too. Every child born on this earth is truly a blessing, but wow, twins are double the blessing. For anyone who has been blessed with even more than twin like triplets, quadruplets, etc., I could not even imagine their excitement. Don't get me wrong, when there is just one healthy child, it is very exciting as well. It has been and will continue to be exciting to watch these twins girls grow in to beautiful young ladies along with their big sisters, Haley, (soon to be seven years old), and Lindsay (four years old). Lauren married the right man to be able to live in a house with five women. Yes count them, five women. Oh my, I know that only Corey has the patience to take care of all of these women in this household. Corey, I will be praying for you, but I know you can and will be able to handle it. I have watched Corey grow up and develop into a wonderful man, husband and now a father. What fun times are in store for him and all of those girls in the future, i.e. shopping, dances, boyfriends . . . immediately I think: "LIONS and TIGERS and BEARS, oh my!" But, I am getting way ahead of the game here. Let's enjoy the moment. Thank you Lord for blessing Corey and Lauren with these beautiful, healthy twin girls! I know that Corey's Mom, Cindy, had to have something to do with this blessing from heaven. And, to top it all off, the twins were born on Cindy's Mom, Ann Lesch's, birthday. How cool to have your great-granddaughters born on your birthday. I so look forward to seeing what the future has in store for these little ones. We have been TRULY BLESSED all the way around with these adorable twin girls. We have a lot to be thankful for Lord!

Ray Rice, Ferguson, and ISIS: The Power of Video

The last few days have been dominated by discussion of the NFL and former Baltimore Raven Ray Rice's domestic assault on his fiancée in an Atlantic City elevator. A month ago, when Rice received a two-game suspension for his actions, Geoff Brown thought the NFL could do better. A few others also felt the suspension was too trivial for a world-class athlete who had apparently knocked a woman out cold. But the NFL and its "Commissioner" Roger Goodell defended the suspension at the time, while some tried to shift blame to the victim. After a short burst of coverage in early August, the story blew over, the NFL instituted a new policy, and fans expected Rice back on the field for week three. Then the video from inside the elevator surfaced and all hell breaks loose. The Ravens cut Rice outright, the NFL suspended him indefinitely and NFL owners pop up on ESPN to predict that Rice will never play in the NFL again. Many TV commentators took the NFL to task for waiting for the video to emerge, frequently asking the rhetorical question: "What did you think happened in that elevator Janay Palmer was dragged out of?" Suddenly neither the suspension, nor the new policy came close to what people wanted, which was for Rice to be jailed immediately. But the people calling for him to be jailed now (not back before the video came out) were the same people asking the NFL "What did you think happened in that elevator?" Turns out that while it makes absolutely no difference to a person who gets knocked out whether it happens to be on video or not, it makes all the difference in the world to us. Hearing that Ray Rice knocked his fiancée out in that elevator bothered some people - "six games would have been better than two games" - but no one said he should never be allowed to work in the NFL again. But s eeing Ray Rice throw those punches set our televisions on fire and took a sports story into the national news. Also about a month ago, in Ferguson Missouri, a police officer shot an 18-year-old named Michael Brown six times, killing him. While conceding that Brown carried no weapon at the time he was shot, the Ferguson police department has suggested that Brown attacked the officer, who then acted in self-defense (no police report has yet been released). In the midst of protests in the streets of Ferguson, video again came into play. A surveillance film of Brown appearing to shove a store clerk and steal cigars was released by the police department about a week after the shooting. At the time this video was released, sentiment was running heavily against the police officer who shot Brown. But the video changed the conversation completely. As yet, no video of the shooting itself has come to light. Described in print as an "unarmed teenager," Brown looked like a victim of clearly excessive force or even racism - the police department was in trouble. But seen on the tape, Brown looks huge, over six-three, and menacing to the store clerk. The video was released to change the conversation from "why would a police officer shoot an unarmed teen" to "look at this huge, dangerous man conducting a 'strong-arm robbery.'" The police claimed at the time the video was released that they had received so many request for the store video that they had to release it, a claim that later proved false. But that hardly matters now. The video had done its job and soon fundraisers were being held for the police officer's legal defense. There are plenty of articles to read on who is right and who is wrong in Ferguson. Investigations continue and evidence and reports are being gathered. The police officer is entitled to the presumption of innocence, just as Brown would be, if he were alive. But for many, the video of Mike Brown they saw with their own eyes answers all the questions they have about the situation, and there may be nothing that changes those minds. Which brings us to the last, and most important video in the news. In the last few weeks, a group calling itself "ISIS" released two videos of journalists being beheaded after reading coerced "confessions." The executioner in the video then taunted the United States in general and President Obama personally, grandiosely promising the defeat of America, the rise of a world-wide "Islamic" government under ISIS leadership, and more executions if America takes military action against ISIS. If you don't know what ISIS actually is, you should. ISIS is some thousands of "fighters" that have armed themselves with machine guns, trucks and grenade launchers left over from the wars in Iraq and Syria. They have "reportedly" captured some pieces of serious military hardware, including some tanks, Humvees, and allegedly a few helicopters that they are probably unable to deploy, lacking pilots and the ability to maintain aircraft. ISIS has no economy, no manufacturing, no resource-extraction capabilities, no meaningful allies, no navy or air force and no plausible path to obtaining any of these things. While reports vary, ISIS has been credibly reported to have fewer than 10,000 men, lightly armed. In June 2014, The Economist reported that "ISIS may have up to 6,000 fighters in Iraq and 3,000-5,000 in Syria, including perhaps 3,000 foreigners . . ." ISIS is often said to control an area "the size of Pennsylvania," in order to make them seem important, however, they are nowhere near Pennsylvania. All of ISIS' personnel are in northern Iraq and Eastern Syria, surrounded by their enemies in Syria, Turkey, Jordan, Iraq itself and the Kurdish section of northern Iraq, every one of which has an actual military. For comparison purposes, before the 1991 Iraq war, Iraq itself had nearly a million active-duty soldiers. It had over 5,000 tanks and men trained to operate them. Thousands of artillery pieces and hundreds of aircraft were fielded by Iraq at the time and while they proved no match for coalition forces in the 1991 war, they had sustained a major war against neighboring Iran for eight years in the 1980s. To give a present day example, Iran currently has half a million trained soldiers with real equipment they know how to use, an air force, a navy, ballistic missiles, an economy, allies, a nuclear program and a nation of over 75,000,000 people. The point being, ISIS is nothing. But man, do they know how to do PR. Through the power of video, a tiny collection of thugs with Kalashnikovs and pickup trucks without friends in the world or so much as a ride out of the desert they "occupy," under a flag they made up just this year, is about to start a war with the United States of America. Just last week our counterterrorism czar, Matthew Olson, told us that "there's no credible information" that ISIS is planning an attack on America and " no indication at this point of a cell of foreign fighters operating in the United States." Never mind; we've seen the videos. A U.S. Senator actually cited ISIS' claim that it would "fly its black flag over the White House" as a credible threat. President Obama addressed the nation Wednesday night to discuss a plan to "deal with" a trivial enemy that is in a position to do absolutely nothing. But what about two murdered American journalists? Nearly 4,500 US servicemen and women were killed in the Iraq war. Some of them were captured and tortured to death and even beheaded. But these soldiers are only statistics to us now, while the beheading videos, created for the purpose of starting a war, are fresh in our mind, and having their intended effect. A crush of nightly news reports about this rag-tag band of incompetents has elevated them above nation-states with nuclear weapons trained on us, so here we go. After eight years and thousands of deaths on our side, hundreds of thousands of deaths on the other side, and with nothing more that could plausibly be accomplished by our presence, the Iraq war ended in December of 2011. Some people there, and some people here, miss it so much they can't wait to start it up again. But they needed some compelling video to get it started.

September 11, 2001: We Remember

September 11, 2001 is a day that changed the world forever. More than 3,000 people died that day in the greatest terror attack in our nation's history. If you were old enough to remember when you learned the news, it would forever be etched into your soul. Today, members of the Bordas Law family reflect on where they were when they learned of the 9/11 attacks. Jim Bordas: I was about to leave for work; I recall staying home just a bit later than normal because I had just settled a major case for a client the night before. I had the television on in the upstairs den watching the news when I saw the first plane hit the north tower. I watched in disbelief as the second plane hit the other tower. Stunned, I left for work, and we had a prayer service at the firm for the victims of this horrible terrorist attack. Scott Blass: I was in Common Pleas Court in Belmont County, Ohio. I was waiting for my hearing to begin. Many other attorneys and court staff were also waiting when the news broke and a TV was turned on just before the second tower was hit. All hearings were cancelled. Time seemed to stand still. Jamie Bordas: On 9/11, I was 26 years old and I had just stopped at a new house that I had bought to check on the decorating when I learned that the World Trade Center buildings had been struck. At the time, I was the head coach of the Bishop Donahue football team. I canceled practice that day as a result of the tragedy. It is still the only time I can ever remember football practice being cancelled for reasons other than weather. Linda Bordas: I had an appointment to get some measurements for a house Jamie was buying. The door was unlocked and after I knocked, Buck Erdner, the seller, yelled for me to come upstairs. The plane had just hit the first tower. We sat together, unable to even talk, as we watched the plane hit the second tower. All thoughts of measuring were gone from both of our minds. Geoff Brown: Looking back on 9/11, there are a few things that stick out in my mind. Like everyone else, I could not get over the shock and horror of what was happening. Although I saw the towers come down on live TV, part of me couldn't even trust my own eyes. I was working in Cleveland at the time and my wife and son happened to be out of town. I did not feel like going home to an empty house so I stuck around downtown far longer than I might otherwise have done. Walking across that empty parking lot on what otherwise would have been a busy workday was absolutely surreal. Not long thereafter, my thoughts turned to my friends who still served in the US Army. I had only been off of active duty for a few years myself back then and many of my friends were still in service around the world. It was clear that we had to respond to that cowardly attack as a country and I knew that would mean placing some of my best friends directly in harm's way. While I knew that they were more than up to the task, I also knew that many of them, like me, were just starting their own families and I worried about what the years ahead had in store for all of us. As the years have gone on, what sticks with me is the resiliency of the people of New York. New York City is one of my favorite places in the world. I was afraid that the attacks would fundamentally change the diverse, free, welcoming and even cocky New York that I loved. While it is certainly true that like the rest of us, New Yorkers will never forget what happened, I greatly admire how the people of NYC have bounced back. I have been lucky enough to get back to the "Big City" many times since then. It is still welcoming. It is still safe. It is still diverse. And it is still confident. Just like the great country it represents. Chris Regan: After working in Manhattan in 1999, I found myself in Wheeling, West Virginia on 9-11 at Bordas & Bordas. Many of my friends and colleagues were in New York that day, and I remember calling them and being unable to get through, as no one could, all morning long. Through a long day of watching the news and waiting for reports, I remember thinking that such attacks were bound to be repeated over and over, but they never have been. Jenna Heaston: At the sound of the bell, the last of my classmates spilled from the hallway into second period history class. I noticed the television in the corner - smoke, fire, lights, chaos. Planes. I recognized the burning structures and began to hear my own heartbeat. I turned around, in disbelief, to find the color draining from my friends' faces. The class quickly fell silent. Our substitute teacher entered and explained that America had been attacked. We prayed. In the doorway, he phoned his wife. We heard and watched him weep for our country. I wept. In those initial moments, I knew our America had been deeply wounded and changed forever. Linda Scaggs: I was at work on the morning of 9/11. Howard Klatt, one of our attorneys at that time, was on his way to a deposition and called in and told me that he heard on the radio that an airplane had flown into one of the twin towers. I thought to myself that it was probably a small plane and an accident, but I ran downstairs to the basement office where there was a television. I got down there in time to see the second plane fly into the building. Even then I couldn't believe anyone would do something that horrible. Zak Zatezalo: I remember that morning vividly. I was living and working in Dallas, Texas getting ready to leave for the office. I rarely, if ever had the television on in the morning, let alone the news, but for some unexplained reason, that morning I had turned on the news. The first plane had already hit and I was watching the footage of the smoking tower. I recall there still being some confusion at that time about exactly what had occurred, when I saw the second plane hit live. I remember feeling completely shocked and immediately thinking it was the work of terrorists. I was new to my firm so, I went on to work, but I was quickly sent home since I worked in a downtown high rise and everyone was concerned that no building was safe. I remember going home that day with the feeling that this would prove to be a permanent turning point for the country and things would never be quite the same again in my lifetime. John Artimez: When the first plane hit, I was riding with my friend, Ed Johnson, on my way to Sistersville to meet with a client. At that point, we just thought it was a terrible accident. We were sitting in the client's kitchen watching the news when the second plane hit. I remember feeling sick to my stomach as we saw people leaping to their deaths to avoid being burned alive. I remember how quiet we all were as we watched the towers collapse. My feelings went back and forth from profound sadness to furious outrage. I knew that in those few moments, our world had been changed forever. Tyler Smith: I was in my office on the 29th floor of the US Steel Tower in Pittsburgh when the first plane hit Tower I. I knew this event would change our lives forever. I learned that a third plane (Flight 93) was turning around and heading for Pittsburgh. Being that the US Steel Tower was the tallest structure in the city, the building was being evacuated; and, security systems were put in place shortly thereafter. Carrie Scanlon: I was the Marketing Director for OVMC and East Ohio Regional Hospital at the time and I was in a meeting with Brian Felici over at EORH. His secretary came in and said a plane hit the World Trade Center. We wrongfully assumed it was a small passenger plane. On the way back to Wheeling, I listened as the Pentagon was hit. I recall feeling intense grief and sadness for my own children knowing that this was the world that they would grow up in. I remember feeling incredible pride in how our country came together in the days following the attack. I also recall on my way home that day, I noticed the flag for the city of Moundsville had not been lowered at the entrance to the city and I called and gave them a significant piece of my mind. Jodi Cunningham: I was standing in the courthouse in Tucker County when I learned of the first plane hitting and thought it must be a terrible accident. I then ran across the street to my office to watch the coverage on TV. That's when the second plane hit and then I realized that this was not an accident, but an act of terror. I remember having a lot of mixed emotions. I felt scared, shocked, sad, confused, angry and devastated that something like this could happen. Corey Pietranton: I was teaching kindergarten at St. Michael Parish School when someone knocked on my classroom door and whispered the news to me. Details were sketchy at first so I figured it could have been an accident. Once the additional attacks took place, parents of my students started coming to the classroom to pick up their children. At the time, my classroom had huge windows and a door that led to a courtyard where students were dismissed daily so I could see the panic on the faces of the parents as they rushed to the school that day. That panic and the visible rush of relief once the parents hugged their children is something I will never forget. Strangely, one of the things that I remember well about that day is how beautiful the weather was - sunny, blue skies and beautiful white clouds. I remember thinking that it was incredibly difficult to believe that something so horrific could happen on such a beautiful day. What stands out the most for me, though, is the sharp contrast between the innocence and joy of a kindergarten classroom and the evil and horror that our country experienced that day. Michele Rejonis: On 9/11/01, I was working in the PR department at a local college. When my colleagues and I heard the news of the first plane hitting the first tower, I initially thought it was a terrible accident. We then turned on the television in the boss' office just in time to see the second plane hit. The feeling in my gut said this was no accident. It was at that point I knew that we, as a nation, were dealing with terrorism as we'd never seen before. Maggie Tague: It is hard to believe that thirteen years have passed since that fateful day. At the time, I was a freshman in high school-just fourteen years old. But I remember that day as if it was yesterday. I was sitting in first period. The principal made an all school announcement that students should return to homeroom. No mention was made as to why. When I walked into homeroom, other students had already begun clamoring around the television. We watched as news reporters tried to piece together what had happened. A live feed of the World Trade Center played in the background. What will forever stay with me though is the hush that came over the room as the first of the towers fell. It was then that we began to realize the gravity of the situation. No one could undo that moment; no one could save the people that were still trapped in that building. I will never forget 9/11. Shay Stein: I was 17 years old and was beginning my senior year at Wheeling Central. My class and I immediately knew something was wrong when we walked into our 3rd period religion class and the TV was on. I remember standing there staring at the TV in complete shock. During that class we all watched as the second tower was hit and later as they both fell. The entire day we went from class to class only watching the news and trying to grapple with the feelings of shock, sorrow and anger at how something like that could ever happen. Jeanne Dedo: I can remember coming into the office and thinking the air traffic controls systems where down and all the air traffic was in deep trouble, until I found out what really happened. Everyone at Bordas & Bordas gathered in the conference room and prayed for those who lost their lives and their families. I then went to get my children from school, Phillip was a student at Wheeling Park and Nicholas was in REAP at Oglebay. With all the students being released, it was a mad house. I then received a call from my parents that one of my friend's brothers was on one of the flights. They told me that the plane that crashed in Shanksville, PA, flew over their house and that they were both trying to figure out why it was flying so low. What I remember most is being in New York that December, we headed to ground zero and saw the workers and all the rescue dogs still going though the ruble. But what will always stand out to me was the smell. To this day when I talk about it, I can still smell that awful death-jet fuel smell. I will never forget the images that I saw. Jason Causey: After waking up from a typical law school student night of intense studying and maybe a few drinks, I headed to the WVU law school. Another student came out of the lounge raving about the attack -- "they hit the World Trade Center." I thought he was either crazy or simply overly excited about some movie he had seen and went on to class. There was some stirring in class and after hearing a bit more ---I left and went to the student lounge and discovered this was for real. Before the second plane hit, I, like most, assumed it was an accident. I went home and watched in awe for hours. Olivia Morgan: I was in the third grade, passing out my birthday treat to the class. The principal came in and asked me to take a seat. He explained what was going on, but because most of us were only eight or nine years old, we didn't know what the Twin Towers were. School was dismissed early. When arriving home, I quickly understood. I will never forget watching the horrific scenes that replayed on the television. Laura Pollard: I was a sophomore in high school on September 11, 2001. I first heard about the events in New York City from a friend in the hallway on the way to lunch. I specifically remember her approaching me and another friend and saying, "hey, have you guys heard that our country is, like, burning?" Having no context to what she meant, I felt confused, but also vaguely concerned and wanting to know more. I had Spanish after lunch, and our teacher had the news on the classroom TV, with the lights in the classroom off. We watched in silence for the entire class period. It seemed surreal, and it was difficult to really wrap my mind around what it was I was watching. Bryan Pasciak: I was in my 7 th grade science class when an announcement stating that two airplanes ran into the World Trade Centers was made throughout the school. When the announcement came, I was confused and angry, but I did not realize the magnitude of the attack until later in the day when pictures and videos were posted. Susan Wilson: I was home watching CNN when they broke in about the first plane. My first thought was how in the world could this be an accident. It was such a beautiful morning. I then watched the second plane hit live on CNN. I called many family members to let them know what was happening as all the horrific events happened one after the other. When the plane went down in Shanksville, I immediately went to Triadelphia Middle and Steenrod Elementary and picked up my sons. My thought was if we are all going to die, we are dying together. Alena McAllister: I was a senior in high school and I was a teacher's aide for a classroom of freshman students. They had a scheduled speaker that morning in the auditorium, so I stayed in the classroom to finish some homework and watch the news because I had heard about the first plane flying into one of the towers at that point. I remember being in that classroom alone when the first tower fell and mostly feeling stunned and scared. Marilyn Bell: I was working that morning at Schrader, Byrd & Companion, and my friend Melissa had the Internet playing on her computer. She commented on the tragedy of a plane hitting one of the Twin Towers. We all huddled around her computer screen to see what was going on. We watched in horror as a second plane hit and then the other one in DC. My immediate thoughts ran to my kids, one in college at Fairmont and one in college at Bethany. We continued to be glued to the computer screen at the office and listened to the news broadcast about another plane that went down in Pennsylvania, not far from us! I wanted nothing more than to gather my children under my wing. Brandi Richards: I was in Mrs. Macintyre's fifth grade class when I learned of the 9/11 attacks. I want to say I was in math class when everything happened, though I'm not positive. One of the other teachers whose name I can't remember came to the door and asked Mrs. Mac to step outside for a second. My teacher's reaction from the hallway told us something was very, very wrong. She entered back into the classroom very flustered and beside herself and briefly explained the situation as best and as calmly as she could. She described it as an accident rather than an attack. Shortly thereafter the entire school (approximately 100 kids on a good day) gathered in the auditorium and watched that fateful day's happenings unfold right before our very eyes. It was terrifying. I remember being more scared than I'd ever been in my life and wanting nothing more than to go home to my family, however school felt much safer than what was going on in the world around us. Becky Murphy: I was at work at a Title Company and listening to talk radio and they interrupted and stated that a small plane had hit one of the Twin Towers in New York City. Not long after that news, the radio announcer stated that they think it was a passenger plane that hit one of the Twin Towers. We then turned on the small Black & White TV we had at work and watched in horror what had transpired. Then the other plane hit the other tower and then another passenger plane hit the Pentagon in Washington, DC. We all knew then that we were being attacked by terrorists. Most of the employees who did not have children stayed at work for the rest of the day. When the passenger plane went down in Pennsylvania, the other employees decided to go and picked up their children at school or day care. That was getting too close, in fact, DC was too close for me. Jeremy McGraw: On the morning of September 11, 2001 I was busy getting ready for my day of classes at Concord College. My fraternity brother, Jason, came in to tell my roommate, Steven, and I to turn on the TV. We watched in anger and horror as the buildings fell unsure of what the future would hold. Steven and I had a Geology test scheduled for that day. As the aftermath unfolded Steven and I went to our exam. Our Professor walked in the class and explained that he was in school and had an exam scheduled on November 22, 1963 when they learned of the JFK assassination. The examination was still held and to my recollection that was the last class of any kind that I attended for several days. Large groups of students gathered around the TVs in the student center watching in disbelief as the investigation continued. The horror of those days was followed by one of the few times in my adult life when our Country seemed truly to be United. Hopefully, it does not take any more tragic events to help us find unity as Americans. Jay Stoneking: I was in court. Someone mentioned that a plane had hit one of the towers and we all assumed it was a terrible accident. It wasn't until I got back to the office that I learned it was part of a terror attack. After returning to the office, Jim gathered all of the lawyers & staff in the conference room & we had prayer together. Ellie Wallace: Sitting at my desk on the second floor and Linda Scaggs came up to my counter and said she just heard that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. At that point in time nobody knew for sure what had happened and I took the news as just another terrible accident. I turned on some Internet news to watch. Although the rest of that morning is a blur of pieces of memory of how the news unfolded I do remember that some of us decided to go downstairs and watch it on Chris Regan's TV. While we were watching we witnessed the second jet hitting the second tower. It was at that point in time that everyone realized that we were under attack. The fear that grips you is on such a deep level that it takes over your whole being and I could feel that fear reverberate throughout the office as everyone watched their computers as each horrific scene unfolded. Finally, at some point in the morning Jim asked the attorneys and staff to meet in the conference room and requested Jay to say a prayer. I'm not sure if he told us to or if we instinctively did it out of fear but we all linked each other's hands as he prayed so very eloquently for our nation, our leaders, for all of us. Afterwards, Jim made an announcement that we were free to go home and be with our families if we wanted or stay at work. After connecting with my family via telephone I stayed at work. Ryan McQuaid: I was in my first semester at the University of Pittsburgh. I was in my dorm room, probably downloading music from Napster when I learned of the attacks. Two months later I joined the army and eighteen months later I found myself in Baghdad as a satellite communications operator for the US Army. Crystal Shaver: I was working at Steptoe & Johnson at the time. I remember watching the events unfold on a tiny television set in one of the attorney's offices. What horrible sights. I was in shock. This couldn't be happening to us! My daughter, Sara, was only two years old. My mother was watching her that day. All the phone lines were down, and I was not able to call my mom to see if they were okay. I was so scared that the whole country may be under attack, and I wasn't able to be with Sara. I think that was the longest day of my life. A day I hope we'll never see again. Sherry Sharpsky: I'll never forget that day. Like most, I started my day off at work, just a regular day, until my boss came out with a look of shear confusion and disbelief. He said he had just heard that a plane had gone through one of the Twin Towers. We were all in shock and disbelief at how such an "accident" could have occurred. When news came that that another plane had crashed, that's when the confusion turned to horror and fear. I'll never forget the moment when one of the planes was actually flying right over our area and headed for PA - for the first time in my life, I actually did not feel safe in my own country and all I wanted to do was rush to get my children from school and gather as a family and that's just what I did. As we watched the events of the day unfold before our eyes on TV, the magnitude of what had occurred was surreal and my sense of security diminished; it changed me somewhat. God Bless all those who perished and for those who heroes who did all they could to protect their country and their loved ones. Sally Blon: I was at work on September 11, 2001. One of my employers came in and said a plane had crashed into one of the towers and they thought it was an act of terrorism. The rest of us just looked at each other with disbelief. When I got home that night and saw the news footage, I cannot express the chilling horror I felt as I watched people leaping from the building, preferring a quick end rather than burning to death. Erin Dodd: At the time, I was a stay-at-home Mom and my son was watching Blues Clues. The channel on the television was interrupted by this horrific event and as I was in the kitchen cleaning up breakfast dishes, my son who was just a toddler yelled, "Mamma the plane went into the building"! I ran in to witness this event stunned at what I had seen. Michelle Marinacci: I was in my office working on a supreme court brief that was due filed the following day. When it became obvious we were under attack, we gathered in another attorney's office to watch the news coverage on TV. Was confused, scared about what would happen next and worried about friends and extended family who were in the danger zones and wondering if they were ok. Amy Wilson: I was working for a law firm in North Carolina when a co-worker came over to my desk and informed me that an airplane hit one of the Twin Towers. The entire office met in the conference room and watched as the events unfolded. It all seemed so surreal. Darcy Springer: I was at the office when I found out about the attacks. We went down to the basement to watch it on the only television in the building. It was just a feeling of disbelief and horror. It was difficult to wrap your mind around the extent of the lives lost and the destruction. Missy McAbee: I was at my previous job at the time of the 9/11 attacks. I had just dropped my son off at daycare and heard something on the radio about it. When I got to work we my boss grabbed the radio and we all listened in disbelief. Shannon Spigarelli: On that day I was getting my daughter, who was about 18 months old, ready to go to the doctor. I remember as I was dressing her, my husband called and told me to turn on the TV. The first tower had just been hit. When I was waiting in the waiting room of the doctor's office, I recall watching the first tower collapse.

Halfway There!

This week marks the halfway point in my training for the Columbus half marathon. While I still have a long way to go, I've been lucky enough to find support and motivation in my cousin/running partner. Just a few short weeks ago, I shared the marathon's Facebook photo saying that it was the last chance to save on signing up for the marathon/half marathon and asked my Facebook friends, "Who's running the half with me?" The only one up for the challenge was my younger cousin who had been weighing the idea of trying to run her first half marathon. It took a few days of convincing, but she decided to sign up and that following week we started our 12-week training program. Now we are nearly 6 weeks in and are up to six miles, averaging under a 10 minute-per-mile pace. Having a training partner has been crucial for both of us during this process. Even when we haven't been able to run together, we are always texting each other to make sure that we hold each other accountable for our workouts. On days when the last thing we feel like doing after work is going for a run in 80 degree weather, we know the other one will be there to give each other the push we need. The best part, though, has been getting to spend quality time together and catching up on our lives. I'm looking forward to the next six weeks of training with her and can't wait to cross that finish line on October 19 with my cousin by my side! Don't forget that there's still plenty of time to donate to Nationwide Children's Hospital and help me reach my Children's Champion fundraising goal, which just happens to be almost halfway there, too! To donate to my fundraising page please visit: http://nationwidechildrens.kintera.org/childrenschampions2014/shaystein For more information on Children's Champions please visit: http://www.nationwidechildrens.org/childrens-champions For more information on the Nationwide Children's Hospital Columbus Marathon please visit: http://www.columbusmarathon.com

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