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Please say NO to fast food chicken!

I  wish I would have known about this years ago… but then again, so does the rest of America.  I can’t believe this is allowed.  Just posting so we think twice about what we are eating.   

Hi.  Many had questions regarding chicken nuggets, meat, milk etc after the TOXIC CHEMICAL workshop on Monday. 

 A great resource is to watch the movie Food Inc.    

This is a picture of what it will show on Chicken Nuggets:

  

Say hello to mechanically separated chicken. It’s what all fast-food chicken is made from.

Also, the processed frozen chicken in the stores is made from it.  Basically, the entire chicken is smashed and pressed through a sieve—bones, eyes, guts, and all it comes out looking like this.  Yum Yum    

There’s more: because it’s crawling with bacteria, it will be washed with ammonia, soaked in it, actually. Then, because it tastes gross, it will be re-flavored artificially. Then, because it is weirdly pink, it will be dyed with artificial color.  But, hey, at least it tastes good, right?  No wonder they fry it in grease.

Lets help our children make smarter choices!

 Source:  Food Inc

Becki

Another Turning Point…

For years, the song below has been sort of an anthem for me.  I’m not sure why.  It started a few years after Tony was first diagnosed.  I heard this song on my car radio and it literally took my breath away.  I had to pull over to collect myself, as I was hyperventilating and sobbing.  I had no idea why this song struck me so… and still does. 

When I first heard it, I imagined myself years down the road, explaining to people just how I cured Tony’s autism.  I imagined how happy I was and Tony was by my side, smiling, with his arm around me proud as could be.  He was ‘normal’.  He was in high school.

Flash forward to today.  I heard this song on my way to pick up Tony from school.  High School.  He is not cured.  Nor will he ever be.  Now, when I hear these lyrics, I dream of a day that Tony will be able to live ‘symptom free’… knowing in my heart that he will never fully be free of autism. 

“Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.

Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.

So make the best of this test
and don’t ask why.

It’s not a question
but a lesson learned in time.

It’s something unpredictable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.

Hang it on a shelf
In good health and good time.

Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial.

For what it’s worth,
it was worth all the while.

It’s something unpredictable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

(music break)

It’s something unpredictable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It’s something unpredictable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.”     (lyrics by Green Day)

A simple song.  A simple dream… adapted with time. 

Becki