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- With Talent like this there is always amazement … enjoy -
| Author: EYE-BALL Opinion | 13th May 2013 |
So much of what is presented on this site is serious and confronting – below are a series of YouTube presentations that will change you view on just about anything.   Thankyou Colin S. for sharing this precious gem of a voice.

If you don’t get goosebumps listening to this angelic voice then you are cold inside. I confess to tears and a overwhelming sense of emotion … it encapsulated me and I felt transported. I just could not get enough and went searching for more.

I decided to share this experience and I hope that if you have never heard of Jackie before, this offering will do to you what it did to me.

Listen and enjoy …

After hearing and watching this performance I went looking for more …

It all started here …

Enjoy the rest and marvel at a voice that can change a life …

This has 46 individual videos – play them individually by visiting the YouTube website and watch and listen there … linked here

This clip has 38 individual videos – some duplicated … play them individually by visiting the YouTube website and watch and listen there … linked here

Below are some other special moments:


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EYE-BALL Stories – A Dentist Visit!

November 21, 2012 Comments off
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- 11th Feb ’12 – My Grandfather …


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- A Dentist Visit -
| Author: EYE-BALL Stories | 21st Nov 2012 |
First published Feb 2011 –

Ihave just returned from the dentist and I feel like there has been something missing from my life – I have now just realised what it was.

Over and above the numb tongue and jaw, and the twitching reaction to the drill as it created nerve agitation, I felt a warmth when her body brushed my arm and stayed there as she worked away on my tooth.

My tension was obvious as I gripped the side guards holding me in and started to hold my breath. She noticed my anxiety and she gently whispered to me : ‘breath and to try and relax.’

Her words were soothing and they did relax me and I felt her body touch even closer.

I was a little shocked at my response but I tried to focus hard on the face that was hovering just inches above mine. She had on the Dental mask and eye protection and her face behind that was so petite. She was of Asian heritage and her face was so tanned and full of concentration.

I tried hard to focus and I found the shape of her nose under the mask, her eyes, and in particular her eyebrows. I could see the perfection in their shape, their manicure, and how they really accentuated her soft eyes, and what I thought would be a perky nose.  She was beautiful I said to myself as I continued to feel her body presence pressing against my arm.

That little bit of unknowing affection from a complete stranger made me realise what had been missing from my life for such a very long time.

The tooth filling went ahead and as I reflected about a past era of my life, an invisible tear filled in my eye.  She must have seen it but she would never know the real reason why it was there.

When it was over and I thanked her for the filling, she seemed so small and I felt such a response that I wanted to stay and talk.  I realised that was not possible and I left again thanking her and her assistant.  My drive home was lonely and I suddenly realised what had been missing from my life.

As humans we crave human contact  – physical contact – not necessarily sexual -  but just affection and a knowing touch that someone cares.  The last time I felt that was over 6 months ago as I hugged my grandchildren,  and before that,  probably another 8-10 months previous when I saw them again.  They were fleeting moments and gone all too quickly.

I now realise that it is something that I would like to change – to choose to seek companionship is the first choice I have to make.  I have been alone far too long – the thought daunts me in its reality and what it will mean to make oneself venerable again to a world that cares little for others,  and only to those that matter to them.

Author Name withheld …

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EYE-BALL Stories has reached out to his local community looking for ‘hero-type’ stories, stories that are compelling, personal, and of depth that they resonate a want to tell them to everybody.

This originally started as a suggestion to the Local paper to canvas high schools and have seniors take on a project to find a local hero and do a story.

The format suggested groups of 5 or so go out and search their local community looking for people who have made a difference in people’s lives, be it fire fighters, aged carers, police, SES, or someone whom they could write a story about to give locals something to cheer and feel good about.

People want to know their communities and the belief was that these stories would induce some community spirit … the paper begged-off the suggestion when sponsors could not be found.  Approaches are now being made directly to the Schools.

In the meanwhile – this section of the EYE-BALL Blog site is prepared to publish any ‘hero’ type stories about any person in any community. Please send in your story – names can be withheld if so desired … use this E-Mail address to send in your story … don’t forget to attach any photos you want published as well.

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EYE-BALL Stories – Title: Our “ABC” …

February 17, 2012 Comments off
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EYE-BALL has reached out to his local community looking for ‘hero’ stories – the concept originally started as a suggestion to the Local paper to canvas high schools and have seniors take on a project for each term. That project suggested the formation of groups of 5 or so students to go out and search their local community looking for people who have made a difference in people’s lives, be it fire fighters, aged carers, police, SES, or someone whom they could write a story about to give locals something to cheer and feel good about.

The local paper is a 100 page edition with full page advertising on all but 15-20 pages – and then the story on each of the other pages usually takes up less than half the page. People want to know their communities and the belief was that these stories would induce some community spirit … the paper begged-off the suggestion and approaches are being made directly to the Schools.

In the meanwhile – this section of the EYE-BALL Blog site is prepared to publish any ‘hero’ type stories about any person in any community. Please send in your story – names can be withheld if so desired … use this E-Mail address to send in your story … don’t forget to attach any photos you want published as well.

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Title: a hero’s story …
Our – “ABC”
Good old Aunty as she is affectionately known just keeps getting better.  I have not watched a commercial television station for well on six months and have discovered the ABC’s IView -  a feed of links to ABC programs from comedy, drama, news, current affairs, sport, documentaries, children’s, and the selection goes on.The link page to the RSS feed that will allow the ABC to send you a link every time a favourite program is uploaded on-line to allow you to watch it in your own time is provided below:

http://www.abc.net.au/services/rss/

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There is wonderful quality TV via these IView links – beats commercial television anytime and there is so much Australian content and culture available. History, recent and back to pre-Federation – some wonderful TV series from decades ago that allow you to relive the memories 20-30 years later.

I watch it all and enjoy the live News 24 channel …

I was never one to watch a lot of ABC – News and current affairs stuff mainly – but their documentary series’ are brilliant – the recent “Shark Attack” program on shark attacks in and around the Sydney Harbour and the research being undertaken to monitor the shark population residing in Sydney Harbour was riveting …

I think the ’4 Corners’ program on Monday last was the best in a long time – the replay was available within hours to watch via IView … Lateline, 7:30 report, The Drum, and any other Business and Political shows are all available on IView replay.

The ABC have tapped into the ever changing TV market … and they are to be congratulated … Our ABC – an Australian Hero for endurance and quality of broadcasting catering for all Australians.

Well done …

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EYE-BALL Stories – Title: My Grandfather …

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| Author: EYE-BALL Stories | 21st Nov 2012 |
GrandfatherIn a world where family values are being forced to the wall, and sacrificed in so many harmful ways – mainly due to the economic necessity for both parents to work to survive – I quite often turn to reflective moments and ponder how lucky I was to have grown up knowing and enjoying the humanity and love of a wonderful Grandfather who had a far greater impact on my early and later childhood than was ever realised.

His love for all his family was ever-present from my perspective – and my relationship with him was the most important relationship I had in my family group.

He never played favourites that I was aware of – but I always felt that he knew that I craved his company and wanted his influence at every opportunity.

It is only now … and as I look to my own grandchildren that I can see clearly how much of an impact he had on my life. I was a sickly child until I was 13 or so – rheumatic fever and nephritis gave doctors little hope that I would survive past five. Yet – survive I did with continued long-term bed rest and hospitalisation – all the while living a life secluded from activity, schooling was by correspondence and friends were far and few other than siblings, cousins, Uncles and Aunts, and Grandparents at family gatherings.

Both sets of grandparents lived to see me reach an age 25 – my fathers parents living until I was in my mid 40′s. The Grandfather I speak of was on my mothers side and he was lost to our family not long after my first son was born. My family grew up in a central Queensland country town made famous for its dairy industry and the number of sporting heroes who went on to make fame and fortune on much larger stages.

The Grandfather I talk of had a nickname – ‘Jorgie’ – and he could not read nor write. He served in the Second World War as a maintenance engineer on US active Warships – the Australian military would not draft him because of colour blindness and mangled fingers on one hand. He was in Singapore delivering war supplies when it fell.

After the War he became an engineer – having his religious Minister read the questions and write his answers to the tests to get his accreditation. As children we never knew this until much later – and as my health improved with activity my brother and I would go with him on jobs to farms to help him repair and install refrigeration and other machinery being used on farms.

We did most of the manual labour and were often called on to read the labels on machines – the reasons were the print was too small – or my Grandfather could not get down low enough – and his favourite – that he was teaching us how to fix refrigeration units. He would have us read it and tell him what we thought it meant – all the while thinking that he was our teacher.

As we grew older and bolder – we began to figure out what the story was and subtle enquiries confirmed his illiteracy. We loved him more because of the hardship he endured that we all took for granted -

He had a song that he played over and over again – even when he had his family around – it is YouTube linked below – click the link to play it while you read the rest of the story … [Daniel Boone - "Beautiful Sunday" ... ]

To hear this song as we pulled up outside his tidy petite weatherboard house – with the monstrous back yard – full of mulberry and hazelnut trees, grapevines and honey bee boxes – it was always an adventure. The many fish tanks with all sorts or exotic fish, and the stories he had to tell made us all joyous at the anticipation of each visit to my grandfathers home.

His was a full life from a boys perspective – he raised a son and three daughters – all passed now except for my mother. These days were full of family interaction – games, cards, cousins fighting, playing, adults standing around talking and intervening when required – he held stage and we were all drawn to his love for his family.

He owned and trained race horses and some of his best stories were about how he had to fix the races to win – sometimes his horses would race in two races on the same day – these were picnic meetings and the owners, trainers, and jockeys were all in on scams to try and win a weeks wages from the ‘kickbacks’ being paid all over the place.

He often told these stories and added or took from them as he saw fit. The story most often re-told had every other owner, jockey and trainer, even the stewards having backed his horse to win. He told how he had lined up the bookie to take all bets. On the way to the barriers the other horses stayed well away and were all hanging back from the Grandfather’s horse. When they loaded the horses the whole course hushed – they had all backed his horse and on form the horse should have won. Yet – the instructions to his jockey would see his horse get beat.

They all jumped on terms – the Grandfathers horse drew the middle of the field and the jockey immediately snagged his horse to the rear – this set off a chain reaction. Every jockey had their mounts in front reefing and pulling trying to hang back as well – they all had their heads turned around looking behind. The race was a six furlong race and at the four furlong marker there was a break in the outside fence on the point of a turn that ran up a furlong or so into a blind shute.

The jockey had been instructed to ride his horse into this shute leaving the course proper. When he did this all the other horses were in front and had gone past the shute entrance – having seen what had happened the other jockeys began to pull up their horses – it was futile – the horses were galloping and the jockeys couldn’t hold them forever – eventually they all cantered to the line and the time for the six furlongs was nearly 30 sec outside the normal race times.

Of course there was an enquiry – and the jockey had to lie about his instructions as all good jockeys do – there was a gear problem when the horse returned to scale – the bridle rein had broken was the excuse.

The irony was the same horse was nominated for a later race over eight furlongs and when that race came along – the horse was again backed off the map – and he duly saluted and if the punters had doubled up to get square – they went home even for the day.

It was a great yarn to impressionable boys who lived on every word told – this and many more similar stories kept us entertained for hours.

He took me on a trip to Brisbane to see a Minister in the QLD Government – my Grandfather had been duelling with the Local Council over ‘noise pollution’. He lived near the towns tennis courts and the night fixtures and social tennis was supposed to finish by 10pm.

Well this hardly ever happened and for two odd years the Local Council refused to police the matter in all seriousness. I sat in the chair in the Ministers office and listened as my Grandfather took on the Minister arguing his case. I was ever proud of my Grandfather and that day – he gave me more reason to look upon him with awe and kinship.

The trip home – some six hours was as captivating as the trip down – he again told the stories of his childhood – his brother’s death in a bar brawl, the navy experiences, the hardship in his life and how he always overcome adversity. He was my hero …

As my own sport developed and success followed – he was my biggest fan – travelling everywhere to watch his grandchildren play sport. He kept scrapbooks – well his wife did – my grandmother would read him all the stories in the local papers. My favourite event was playing cards – 500 – with my brothers and my Grandfather. None of us wanted to be his partner – we all wanted to beat him and have the crowing rights.

Well one day my older brother and I were playing my younger brother and Grandfather – the game was tight – and in the follow of tricks my Grandfather was caught reneging on a trump lead – well all hell broke loose. My Grandfather had a half a dozen or so small heart attacks by this stage and on this day he had another – or would have us all believe. My mother rushed in when she heard the yelling and accusations – she led him from the table and got him to lie down – to this day we all know it was a feigned spell – but we loved him for it because he was fiercely competitive and that was something we all inherited.

We played many more card games and he never tried to cheat us again – well not that we could catch him at it. Our victories were very rare and he enjoyed our wins as much as our losses – always telling us where we led a wrong card or some other wisdom that made us all better card players.

All these memories are vivid and real whenever he is though of – that is often when I ponder my own granddaughters – all four of them thanks to a daughter and eldest son. They’re aged 7 months to almost 7 years and can be a handful – but oh so cute when they want to be.

Their parents do a wonderful job in trying circumstances – both sets working and putting the children in day-care. The grandfather I want to be can never be – divorce and distance through domicile to where they live and I reside – make it impossible to have regular contact. It is hard to manage the time with parents so busy – they get little enough quality time with their children as it is – sharing them between divorced parents makes it doubly hard – they do try and I treasure every moment I have with them.

It is different – the reality of what life demands and the draw of bright colours and music on the TV, texting, and other gadgetry make real human contact less desirable. Within half my lifetime so much has changed – in another 25 years how much more different will it be again?

I see the opportunities to foster strong family ties deteriorating every day – children becoming more reclusive and relying on webcam and other means of shortened contact rather then the full-life human contact experiences.

If I could tell my family about what my grandfather offered to me – and tell them their lives could be less stressful if they took time to smell the roses and relied on simple entertainment values as opposed to the high cost, high maintenance, high stress lifestyles they all live now – perhaps some of the past generations affection and wisdom can be passed on.

Children today are bored so easily – 10-15 min attention spans and often shorter – demanding as opposed to asking – no manners unless asked for – and outright rudeness and lack of respect for elders – hopefully all traits that will self-correct as they learn the secrets to getting on with others.

I loved my Grandfather as all grandchildren are proned to do in generations past – with today’s families having to travel to find work and cheaper housing – much of the opportunity for the joy of an engaged grandfather involving himself in his grandchildren’s lives is lost in this modern world. It is also the same for many Grandparents – sad for them as they miss the contact they would have hoped for as they raised their own children.

Australia is an aging population and within that Grandparent and Great Grandparent population, there is so much love on offer. At the other end of that scale – there are so many children dumped in day-care centers by parents force to work to feed and take care of their family. These child minding centers – where ‘love’ is never part of the carer’s relationship with their charges – are not the answer for a healthy child experience. The bonding of children aged 3 months to school-age or so with parents and other family members is so important. What is happening is a tragedy impacting in ways that only the future will count the cost …

Somewhere in the middle of all this is an opportunity – and to ensure our children get the guidance and love they so desperately want and need – our parents all need help – and grandparents in most cases can help to provide an answer.

Reach out to a GRANDPARENT – they are willing and waiting …

Author – Ian B. …

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EYE-BALL Stories has reached out to his local community looking for ‘hero-type’ stories, stories that are compelling, personal, and of depth that they resonate a want to tell them to everybody.

This originally started as a suggestion to the Local paper to canvas high schools and have seniors take on a project to find a local hero and do a story.

The format suggested groups of 5 or so go out and search their local community looking for people who have made a difference in people’s lives, be it fire fighters, aged carers, police, SES, or someone whom they could write a story about to give locals something to cheer and feel good about.

People want to know their communities and the belief was that these stories would induce some community spirit … the paper begged-off the suggestion when sponsors could not be found.  Approaches are now being made directly to the Schools.

In the meanwhile – this section of the EYE-BALL Blog site is prepared to publish any ‘hero’ type stories about any person in any community. Please send in your story – names can be withheld if so desired … use this E-Mail address to send in your story … don’t forget to attach any photos you want published as well.

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