A SOLDIER'S CHRISTMAS 

'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney with presents to give,
and to see just who in this little house lived.

As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.

No Stockings by mantle, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.

With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sobering thought came through my mind.

For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,
 The home of a soldier, I could now see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
Not how I picture a United States Soldier.

Was this the hero of whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?

I realized the families that I saw this night,
owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.

Soon round the world, the children would play,
and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.

They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.

I couldn't help wondering how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.

The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to one knee and started to cry.

The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa don't cry, for this life is my choice".

I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more,
My life is my God, my country, my corps."

The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours, so silent and still,
as we both shivered from the cold night's chill.

I didn't want to leave, on that cold, dark night,
this guardian of honor, so willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,
whispered, "Carry on Santa...., It's Christmas Day...., All is secure.
       

One look at my watch, and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend.... and to all a Good Night.

                        ~ Author Unknown *~

I am sending this out to all friends who know Stephen V.Augello. Stephen has not been on much as his mother is going through surgery and treatment for cancer (2nd time) and he wishes that I convey this news to all who know him. Would appreciate ,if you would keep them in your prayers. Thank you,one and all.

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Why Care2 Chose to Become a B Corporation
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Randy P.
 
Hi All - I recently posted a blog piece on why Care2 decided to become a B Corporation.
 
We're trying to do some pretty novel things with Care2 to make the biggest impact we can. I think it's exciting - but I also know innovation often also leads to questions.  So, I wanted to make sure all of you here in this forum had the opportunity to read it so I can address any questions you may have.
 
I'd actually like any such conversation to happen on the blog itself, so we can keep the context and others can see the thread, so I invite you all to comment on the post itself.
 
Why Care2 Chose to Become a B Corporation
 
Thank you!
 
- Randy P (Care2 Founder / President)

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