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Subject: Account for Noah Katzenberger- Son of Sergeant J. P. Katzenbeger, B-123 The correspondence below from First Sergeant J. D. Aiken is provided for your information and dissemination to All SHP Users. On 3 July 2014, Noah Katzenberger, fourteen year old son of Sergeant Jake Katzenberger (B123), had emergency surgery. Since his surgery, he has been in the pediatric intensive care department of Cape Fear Valley Medical Center. He has had two major setbacks in his recovery and had another surgery on 18 July 2014. Sergeant Katzenberger and his wife Sherry, who is expecting a baby in five weeks, have been at his bedside from the beginning. Obviously, the bills are mounting up, both from the medical care and from food and gas. In order to help one of our own, an account has been created at the State Employees Credit Union. Donations can be made at any SECU location in the name of “Noah Katzenberger”. Any help would be welcomed and greatly appreciated. Remember to keep those prayers going for the Katzenberger’s as Noah had another emergency surgery performed on Saturday, 19 July 2014!

Thank you again, to everyone, for everything that you have done for and with us. All of our thanks and love, Jake, Sherry, Noah and Bab




The Parents who drugged us...

The other day I was in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and someone asked me a rhetorical question, 'Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?' I replied that I had a drug problem when I was young:

I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the priest, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.

I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity.

I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds.

I was drug to the homes of neighbors to help mow the yard, repair the clothesline, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, my dad would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin: and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.

God bless the parents who drug us. 


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