How I Shipped My Car To Hawaii

 

Moving to the Hawaiian islands is different from moving within the US mainland. It may be expensive but still cheaper than buying a new car in excellent like-new condition. It was why we elected to ship ours.

Here is the process:

1. We called the Hawaii Car Transport and asked for a quote

2. They gave us instructions, and we followed it.

3. If you don't have the car title, you will need a letter from your lender that it is ok to ship your car.

4. Empty your vehicle of all personal possessions, not even a cell phone holder that you installed yourself.

5. On the day of the shipment, the driver of an 18 wheeler truck will call you to tell you how far they are from your place.

6. They will assess your car of any damage and make you sign on the paper stating the facts

7. They will load up your vehicle on the 18 wheeler

8. You can assign someone on the other end to pick up your car or pick it up yourself.

It's effortless, and if you are wondering about the price, it costs $2645.00 for a small SUV.

Retired Life Updates From Maui / Insight On Fear And Anxiety,Lies And Deception,Anger And Resentment

 
Hello Friends, since many of you indicated that you would like to keep hearing from me, I decided to send regular updates to all my contacts list through email. Most of you know me as someone who prays a lot. Yes, I find that life on earth is a lot of hard work, and the only way I will survive is through prayer and connection to the creator of the universe. When I am having challenges and learned a lesson or prayers answered, I feel this strong sense of obligation to share my insights because I never know if it would help somebody who is going through the same thing.

I happen to live in Paradise, thanked God! I will add pictures with every post so you can share in my adventure.

As retired people, we try to go on a date at the beach once a week. All the accumulated stress is finally melting off from inside of me. My blood pressure normalized and life is good.

I am busy gardening, cracking coconuts, writing, praying, and exploring. Too many things to do, so little time.

Fear/Anxiety, Lies, Deception, Anger, Resentment

I am speaking from personal experience and would like to share these insights with you.

When things don't go my way, I experience a lot of anxiety. I feel the need to control. The spirit of fear and anxiety wants me to panic, worry, and be anxious. It also has friends that come along, namely, the spirit of lies and deception.

The spirit of lies tells me that I am tired of putting up, and I don't deserve what I am going through, and that it is good if I give up because life is much better out there. The spirit of deception deceives me into thinking that what the spirit of lies told me, is the truth! All three of them coach me that I must do something immediately, take control or go down, and life won't be worth living.

Before I resort to pills, my coping mechanism springs into action. I know there are good and bad coping skills:

My good coping skills:

1. Prayer

2. Singing/reading

3. Gardening

4. Walking/Dancing

5. Any hobby that makes me happy and think positive thoughts like blogging, sewing, crocheting, drawing etc

6. Watching positive spiritual/motivational speeches on youtube

7. Confiding to a trusted friend or family

My bad coping skills:

1. Blaming

2. Resenting

3. Drinking alcohol - I do this at times

4. gossiping

5. hurting people emotionally

Bad coping skills that other people might do but not me:

1. Cussing or cursing others

2. hurting people physically

3. smoking/drinking

4. Labeling or calling other people names

5. Illegal or questionable internet practices

As I employ my good and bad coping skills, the problem is not resolving and nothing is working. I am frustrated and discouraged. The spirit of anger has now arrived to join the other spirits, crowding out the Holy Spirit. They compel me to explode, yell, scream, flee, anything, to take the pressure off, and the hurt to go away. I must do it or I will break. All these spirits working inside me at their finest. They succeeded in the initial step of a dissatisfied life.

I can't be angry all the time so I must tame that spirit. I decide to simmer instead and invite the spirit of resentment. The spirit of lies tells me it's OK to be angry, if I don't act mad. The spirit of deception nodded in agreement, I now see the other person through the spirit of resentment. Pretending that everything is alright, I am acting friendly, but I see that everything they do is wrong and I become more frustrated. The evil spirits convinced me that it is my right to feel this way. The spirits are all laughing behind me, watching me being miserable with my life.

At this point, I am reminded by God to forgive or suffer the consequence of a bitter spirit. I consciously make the decision to forgive. It's not easy. The spirit of resentment keeps coming back, including the spirit of lies and deception. They keep telling me, "It's not right!" "You need to level with her/him," "Play by your rules, not theirs," and on and on. When I go to bed and wake up, I thought about how I was offended or manipulated. I was sorry that I didn't have a quick comeback or some sharp remarks that was just as hurtful as theirs. The accuser of the brethren blames me and make me feel bad.

The spirit of bitterness is knocking at my door. If I allow that spirit to join the others, they will be too intense that I might have a hard time coming out from under them. The spirit of bitterness brings a curse. Numbers 5:24 says: "Then He shall make the woman drink the water of bitterness that brings a curse so that it will go into her and cause bitterness." It can make me confuse and aimlessly wander based on Isaiah 38:15b. "I will wander about all my years because of the bitterness of my soul." In Hebrews 12:14-15, it says, "Make every effort to live in peace with everyone and be holy; without holiness, no one will see The LORD. See to it that no one falls short of God's grace, and no bitter root grows up to cause trouble and defile many. I am aware that bitterness can block God's blessings for me, and it can even make me sick, then I have to take some pills. I genuinely believe that. I happen to know several people who became ill and also died because of unresolved bitterness.

Nope, I am not going to let the spirit of bitterness come in. Each time the spirit of fear/anxiety comes to visit me, I will drive them all away (I will name them one by one: )

1. Spirit of Fear/anxiety

2. Spirit of Lies

3. Spirit of Deception

4. Accuser of the Brethren

5. Spirit of Resentment

6. Spirit Of Bitterness -

"You all come out of me and leave me alone in the name Of Yeshua HaMaschiah (Jesus Christ), who gave me the authority to trample down snakes and scorpions and to disable the power of the enemy."

I forgive the offender(s). I say their name. I give the problem to God, and trust Him that He will take care of it. He said in Exodus 14:14 that He would fight my battle. I have to be patient with the outcome. If reconciliation is possible I will do it but if not, I will rest in God, my savior. The Holy Spirit is the only spirit that I allow to reside inside me. I have perfect peace (Shalom), and He blesses me with abundance. Things do get better. I will enjoy His provision for now. I will not allow the enemy to sabotage God's blessings. I will sing and give praises to my God, who provides a way of escape and brings me to a safe and quiet place of rest. HalleluYah! Amen!

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Below is a snapshot from the book "Screwtape Letters" by C.S. Lewis, written in 1942. I read the book roughly 15 years ago, and since then, I became more aware of what is going on inside myself and the demonic influence surrounding us.

Love and blessings,

Cyd Pinky Olson

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Code Blue

Code blue! Code blue! As I speak, this announcement is being made somewhere in a hospital in the country. Contest chair,  fellow toastmasters, and guests, good morning. Do you know what code blue means? It is a code used by hospitals to indicate that a patient is requiring immediate resuscitation. Earlier in my career as a nurse, I used to work at Parkland Hospital,  a large busy county hospital in Dallas.

I was always scared when going into work, I never knew what kind of day, I am going to have. Someone might be dying and I wouldn't  know what to do!

I would start my shift by making rounds. On this particular day As I was going from room to room. I heard the intercom!  Let me show you how we do it.

oom 207!!!! Code blue room 207! That's my patient, Mrs. Jones!

C'mon guys, let's go, grab the crash cart. Hurry!

Mrs. Jones (2x), are you Ok? No response, no pulse, not breathing, hook her up to the monitor.  James, start compression! Kate, you ventilate!

Ken, you're the recorder and Liz, start the iv and give the medications! Robert, call Dr. Shad. I will run the code until he comes.

James, push harder and faster!

...6 7 8 9 10...  26 27 28 29 30... breath, breath

1 2 3 4 5...26 27 28 29 30

Stop compression, check pulse, no pulse, the monitor is showing v-fib

Let's shock her with 200 joules. Stand clear, shocking 2x, All clear, "Thud," shock delivered.

No pulse, still v-fib James and Kate switch roles, resume compression. (end of role play)

Dr. Shad came and he took over running the code.

Advanced cardiac life support was performed for more than 20 minutes but it was no use, Mrs. Jones decided it was time to go! Dr. Shad Pronounced her dead.

After we cleaned her up, the charge nurse and I moved her to the gurney. Somebody need to take her down to the morgue but everyone was busy! The charge nurse told me, "Pinky, you need to take her down yourself, I need the room for another patient now!" I said,"Me? take her to the morgue, by myself? I don't even know where that is! I'm not going!"  But she insisted! "Ok, I'll go!"

I began my journey with the gurney. I arrived at the basement. I saw a guard and asked him where The morgue was. He pointed to what looked like a huge steel refrigerator door.

 I opened it really wide. I pushed the gurney in and I made a slight turn to place it in position when suddenly... the lights went out and the door shut completely!!!

For a second, I was scared stiff, like a deer in the headlights unable to move but then I realized I needed to get out of here! What if nobody dies in the next few minutes or in an hour or all day, or the next day? What if nobody ever dies, nobody will bring a body to the morgue and I will get stuck here!  I can't die with all these dead people!  There's no code blue here!

I think the door was that way!

I started to feel around for the latch. (Scream) That was a foot!  

Whoa, what was that? Did something move? It's so dark and I'm freezing!

Lord, please help me get out of here!  Please do not let the dead rise up today! Then, I felt it. The latch! I turned it and the door opened! (Deep breath) Thank you, Lord!

I returned to my unit all shook up.  I was back in the land of the living. Everybody is in motion, doing their own thing. The world had no idea what happened to me but there's no time to think about it. I had meds to give, doctors to assists, charting to do, patients to take care of, call lights to answer and a million other things to do!

My day ended after a busy 12-hour shift.

Tomorrow will be another day. For some a new beginning for others an ending.

Code blue will always be a part of my life as a nurse. Saving lives is what nursing is all about. Even if you're not a nurse you must learn the basic cpr. It might come in handy. One night, while my family was having dinner, our one-year-old daughter choked on food. She coughed a lot and turned blue. I grabbed her from her high chair, turned her face down and delivered 5 backslaps with the heel of my hand. 

The food came out and she was able to breathe again. Tragedy averted! That girl is now 18 years old. Are you having chest pain, shortness of breath, rapid heartbeat, blurry vision, severe headache, loss of balance, loss of consciousness? Are you still with me? Are you still listening?

 Check your pulse, are you breathing? No? call 911 before we call a code blue on you!

This speech was also delivered at the International Speech Contest, Area 64, Representing St. Andrews Speakers Club, Plano, Texas.

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I Am Not A Doll

One day, when Kurt was six years old, he came home mad after playing with the Borotz children who were neighbors. "I don't want to play with Vanessa and Jaime anymore, all they want to do is to play with barbie dolls," he said. I explained to him that they are girls and naturally, they want to play with dolls. I said to him, "I have dolls too and I have two (at that time) of them." He looked at me, wrinkled his brows, crossed his arms and with emphasis, responded, "I am not a doll!"

My dolls

My dolls with the doll players, Vanessa and Jaime

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Souvenirs Of God's Grace

This story is about the souvenirs of God's grace written by Betty Jane Olson, my almost-perfect mother-in-law.

Parasailing, anyone? Tennis, yes! Anything like parasailing would not be my chosen sport. However, I had been tempted by this new experience and had some fun. I tried it a few months before.

Popular in resort areas, parasailers are towed in the harness of a parachute over water behind a boat, or along a beach behind a jeep, or elsewhere and least of all in an open field behind a car or truck. I was stuck with the "least of all" simply because, virtuous as they may be in their own right, the ranch lands of Texas are not exactly Acapulco!

The morning had been overcast and windy, but by noon the sun was shining, and winds had dropped to occasional gusts. It seemed safe enough to begin parasailing. This would be my second try. On the ground behind the truck lay the tow rope, the harness, the lines, and the canopy of the parachute.

"Thou shalt not tempt the LORD," came the thought as I was being buckled into the harness. But I could not buck down now! Everyone was waiting and watching! The canopy was lifted and billowed in the ground breezes. The signal was given to the driver, and he pulled slowly forward. A few running steps and a takeoff was the thrill I had remembered. But this time as I went up, the wind increased. At the pick of the ride when I was forty or fifty feet above the ground, a very strong gust broke the inadequate rope!

"God help me!" I prayed allowed as the canopy collapsed and I felt myself falling so fast! My feet met the ground first. Then the re-inflated canopy pulled again by the still strong wind jerked me to my back and dragged me across the field to a fence. Pain told me my back was injured so I played safe and stayed flat as I looked up to panic-stricken faces.

"Call an ambulance!" my husband pleaded of anyone. "No, don't do that!" I cautioned. "This might be just a pulled ligament. Give me a little time, an aspirin and a heating pad." I was stretchered into the nearest house. At the same time, I prayed, "Dear Lord, please don't let this be serious." I reflected on all that God had taught me, especially in the past ten years.  That was when our entire family had been brought to a saving faith in Christ through our daughter who had accepted The Lord during her sophomore year in college.

The radiant change in her, and God's patient leading through her, and then bible studies, had been a witness to each of us. Despite Christian upbringing and my love for the Lord, He showed me my need for something more...to know Him personally. I want to know how to cast my burdens upon Him and to recognize that even thoughts and attitudes which displease God are indeed what He calls "sin." That confession is more than a formality; it is a heartfelt conviction. It is humbling before the Lord and knowing His love and forgiveness. That just being good was not my ticket to heaven. He showed me Ephesians 2:8 and 9 "for it is by grace you have been saved through faith, and this is not from yourselves. It is the gift of God, not by works, so that no one can boast." (NIV) Whether I had known it or not, I needed that assurance of my destiny. So, by His grace, I stepped across that fine line to accept Christ as my personal Saviour and gave Him control of my life. Now, ten years later, as I lay by the hearth, there was strength and comfort in His indwelling Spirit!

Later, the intense, persistent pain made me give in to my family's urging to let them take me to the hospital. Again, I was stretchered, this time to a board that had been cut to fit the back seat of the car. During the one hour drive, I chatted assuringly with my anxious husband and son, as the Lord gave to me all that I needed of Himself and His Word. "Peace I leave with you; mMy peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid." (John 14:27 NIV)

Two hours and lots of x-rays later, we were told that I had a very unstable double fracture of lumbar 1, a vertebra in the small of the back and that statistically most persons with such a fracture would have gone in paraplegic.  I had no paralysis at all! Doctors said it was miraculous! One said, "Darn lucky!" Another knew as we did that God in His infinite love and mercy had chosen to spare me.

I would have to have major surgery, First some decisions had to be made and for one week I was log rolled, two hours on my back, two hours on each side, turned with help as a unit, nose, knees and toes in line to avoid paralysis or further damage.

During the week a close friend asked me if I had yet shed a single tear. I had not...not just because of the medication and that everything seemed to be hunky-dory. There is always a risk in surgery. It was because Jesus had given to me through His indwelling Spirit, the study of His word, and prayer, and His peace which passes all understanding!

This would not have been so for me ten years before. I would have been worried. And guilt could have plagued me for getting myself into this mess and causing my family anxiety! Oh, it is not that I never panic or never worry. It is just that I have more peace in more circumstances than I had ever known before as I had been taught to claim His promises. How sweet it is to know that my hand is held securely in His so that when I do stumble, He can pick me up again!

Surgery was successful. Two 7- 1/2" stainless steel rods are buried in my back. I call them my "souvenirs of God's grace" because they remind me of how gracious He was to spare me from permanent or even temporary disability and of all the blessings He worked from experience.

Romans 8:28 became more meaningful to me than ever before, that "all things work together for good for those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose."

There was an intercessory prayer for me among friends and family. It had brought many to their knees before Him. I learned more of how our mistakes can be useful to the Lord when we surrender our blunders to Him. My husband accepted a doctor's invitation to attend a more extensive men's Bible study for which he had previously thought he would not have time. God knew exactly what He would do with where I was!  There was the "rest," and God knew I needed that!

Finally, He has enabled me to serve Him and with a grateful heart...share this story...to His glory!

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