Friday, October 26, 2012

Something to ponder: about A War Hero and A Lawyer of the infamous Chicago Mobster

Here are two life stories that I am sharing with everyone today:
"Easy Eddie" (September 5, 1893 – November 8, 1939), was a lawyer
in 
St. Louis and later in Chicago.

Story number one:

There was a man in Chicago called Easy Eddie. At that time, Al Capon virtually owned the city. Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. His exploits were anything but praiseworthy. He was, however, notorious for enmeshing the city of Chicago in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder. 



Alphonse Gabriel "AlCapone (January 17, 1899 – January 25, 1947)
was an American gangster who led a Prohibition-era crime syndicate.
Easy Eddie was Capone's lawyer and for a good reason. He was very good! In fact, his skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time. To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big; Eddie got special dividends. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago city block. Yes, Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him. Eddy did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddy saw to it that his young son had the best of everything; clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Yes, Eddie tried to teach his son to rise above his own sordid life. He wanted him to be a better man than he was. Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things that Eddie couldn't give his son. Two things that Eddie sacrificed to the Capone mob that he could not pass on to his beloved son: a good name and a good example.

One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Offering his son a good name was far more important than all the riches he could lavish on him. He had to rectify all the wrong that he had done. He would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Scar-face Al Capone. He would try to clean up his tarnished name and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this he must testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. But more than anything, he wanted to be an example to his son. He wanted to do his best to make restoration and hopefully have a good name to leave his son. So, he testified. Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago street. He had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer at the greatest price he would ever pay.

Story number two:

One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare.
Lieutenant Commander Edward Henry “Butch” O’Hare
(March 13, 1914 – November 26, 1943) 

He was a fighter pilot assigned to an aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.

One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship. His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet. As he was returning to the mothership, he saw something that turned his blood cold. A squadron of Japanese bombers were speeding their way toward the American fleet. The American fighters were gone on a sortie and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor, could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the flaeet.

Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch weaved in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until finally all his ammunition was spent. 

Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to at least clip off a wing or tail, in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible and rendering them unfit to fly. He was desperate to do anything he could to keep them from reaching the American ships. Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction. Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier. 

Upon arrival he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had destroyed five enemy bombers. That was on February 20, 1942, and for that action he became the Navy's first Ace of WWII and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor. A year later he was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of that heroic action to die. 

And today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man. So the next time you're in O'Hare visit his memorial with his statue and Medal of Honor. It is located between terminal 1 and 2.

I know what you're thinking.
What do these two stories have to do with one another?

They sound like two unrelated stories, but the truth is: Butch O'Hare was Easy Eddie's son.  In the two life stories above, Easy Eddie (a member of Al Capone’s mafia ring), and his son, Lieutenant Commander Butch O’Hare. 

The learning point from the two stories was that the moral and courageous sacrifices and decisions that we, as persons and professionals make, could very much affect the lives of the people that we care for and all that are around us. Easy Eddie sacrificed himself by testifying against Al Capone and hence died for it. Easy Eddie testified against Al Capone so that Butch O’Hare, his son would remember his last moral and honorable act. Butch O’Hare later become a war Hero in world war 2, and died later in combat, sacrificing himself for the nation, as his father sacrificed his life for his son.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Read this short story about an intelligent woman.....



11 PEOPLE ... ON A ROPE

 Read this short story about an intelligent woman.....


Eleven people were hanging on a rope, under a helicopter. 10 men and 1 woman.

The rope was not strong enough to carry them all, so they decided that one had to leave, because otherwise they were all going to fall. They weren't able to choose that person, until the woman gave a very touching speech. She said that she would voluntarily let go of the rope, because, as a woman, she was used to giving up everything for her husband and kids or for men in general, and was used to always making sacrifices with little in return.

As soon as she finished her speech, all the men started clapping . . ... . . . PLEASE SEND THIS IN AN EMAIL TO ALL INTELLIGENT WOMEN, and cc to all the men hmmm..........

Monday, August 20, 2012

Burned Biscuits for dinner - a story about creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship

Something that I have been praying about.. to learn to accept other's faults and flaws just as how the nice people & friends in my life have accepted my imperfection. 


Here is a story from my colleague who sent this to me before the long Hari Raya weekend:

Hello everyone,

Please read this (husbands)

When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.

On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits."

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy goodnight and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your Mom put in a long, hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides... a burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!"

You know, life is full of imperfect things... and imperfect people. I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries -- just like everyone else.
What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each other's faults and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship. So... please pass me a biscuit. And, yes, the burned one will do just fine! And please pass this along to someone who has enriched your life...
I just did!

Take care and have a great week ahead. 
Cheers!