Posted by: CarolAnn | February 24, 2020

Tiny Super Heroes

I am raising $120 with my five-year-old grandson, Mason, who has a very rare genetic disease, Hereditary Multiple Exostosis. By raising $120, the TinySuperHeroes foundation sponsors “tiny super hero capes” for three (3) additional children with special needs. Every $1 and every share counts. Thank you so much for helping to raise awareness! ❤❤❤

Please visit the link below to donate:

My grandson, Mason

Posted by: CarolAnn | June 25, 2017

Tomorrow is just Another Day

Can I catch a break?

This week is going to get interesting. Midweek, I have my lymph node needle biopsy. It’s the jugulodigastric lymph node in my neck. Heck, I thought they were all just lymph nodes. No particular name, just a node. As it turns out, three months ago, I learned it was already larger than what it should have been. In fact, I read the size should be about 3mm. In March, it was 12mm. Earlier this month, it registered at 17mm. Nice. 

Of course this recent unlltrasound was not without bells and whistles. It was accompanied by additional, enlarged nodes on the left side of my neck, and one fatty “hilum“. (A nice little growth…) So we’ll see what the cat drags in this week in terms of outcome. 

Following my fun, upcoming biopsy, I am scheduled for carpal tunnel surgery. Good news is I’m first in the roster, so I’ll be in and out in no time. When you live on a laptop, this tends to happen. Now this will hopefully fix my left arm; the right arm is racing along to keep up with the left.

Going for broke 

Yes, that’s not all! My longstanding hip issue has been treated with over 10 -15+ injections…somewhere I lost count. The last one worked for about two days, and the fun shooting pains started again. Thank goodness for medication or I’d be a complete basket case by now. Lol…

In between the insanity of my additional chronic health hiccups and pain-induced insomnia, I live for my grandbabies and my dogs. Thor, my 15-yr old Pointer mix decided to go and grow a sarcoma on his head. Great news is he can have surgery to remove it. Whew! Close one. And guiding my grandson in the exquisite art of cinnamon rolls is top notch!
Tomorrow is just another day

There it is. I really can’t think about what I’m going to do without healthcare, preexisting conditions, work-acquired conditions or who I’ve pissed off this week. Currently, I’m in meditation mode. I know folks love me, care for me and right now, I’m not pushing up daisies. Guess it could be worse, but I’ll take life one day at a time. Cheers!

Posted by: CarolAnn | January 27, 2017

The Persecution of Truth

Pretty words,truth,honor,justice

Truth is an ugly word. Not really; but it is hard to digest. Culture and socioeconomic variables (of that culture) often dictate what variation of truth is acceptable. In religion, truth is owned by the customized perception of the preacher, pastor or priest who orate the word to “feed his flocks”. In business corporate climates, the truth is sometimes what lies beneath the “bigger picture” to protect those revered for power over ethics. In family units, the truth is swept beneath the historical rug to hide secrets no one dare speaks. In social circles, the truth is frequently rejected to exonerate those for whom we have an emotional attachment – and for lack of a better words, to protect face over fear of being shunned or less popular or unaccepted for doing so. The reality is that the liars, cheaters, bullies and haters of the world are given the license to continue their victimization. Their sense of power is worshiped, beloved and revered because they are who they are. Their victims, perceived to be weak, feeble and too emotionally frail to tolerate the victimization. Character building, it is not. When light is shone on malicious actions, the aftermath is never pretty. After all, a pile of dung can be covered up, dressed up, or painted up; but it is still a pile of dung. The stench of truth may linger for days, weeks, months or even years. It takes as long as the persecutor denies that reality, for those around him to accept it and move beyond it.

Just is Justice

In truth, there is no right or wrong. Not good or bad. It simply either is or it is not. Facts are facts. Regrettably, the truth is seen as a dirty messenger. The beautiful bright light we all genuinely desire to see and believe may not quite be the brilliant star we thought it was. This is unacceptable! How dare someone tell the truth! No one wants to be the person who speaks up. It is a scary, insecure place to be against the odds. It takes courage. It also means that others will see the victim as either the enemy or the hero. Suddenly, the smooth conveyor belt has a hiccup. It is not flowing or productive. It stagnates in its own imagined state of immobility.  It seemingly invokes dissension, disruption, and a ripple in a stream. Sociologically, truth is the shock wave no one wants to embrace. It can hurt. It can “feel” bad. And it can destroy relationships with things and people…money, friends, family and/or colleagues. Again, there is no right or wrong. It just is justice.

White Collar Crimes


Think of recent financial institutions and partners to those monetary organizations 1, 2 that employed unscrupulous and unethical (and illegal) business practices; which continued for nearly a decade without exposure. Cases in point, over 5,000 employees were fired for practices encouraged by one CEO. According to Huffington Post 2, he “…regularly touted the bank’s aggressive sales practices in earnings calls with shareholders. His rosy, but completely false reports of increased accounts per customer boosted the Wells Fargo stock price, which increased by about $30 per share over the past four years.” This unethical and illegal practice led to mass loss in employment, deceit to taxpayers, and overall, tarnishing the bank’s reputation. Was it worth it? How many in his inner circle covered up for him? Revered him?

Shielding Winners


Or look at another past criminal case, were bullying and molesting was tolerated because the popularity of the coach outweighed the plight and destruction of young boys’ lives. It took nearly two decades before the Jerry Sandusky case 3 went to trial; and even then, his staunch supporters still loved and honored him (and several covered up for him). However, the institution was clearly not so keen on this story breaking. Despite the cost to ruined lives; it made waves to a quiet college community, and affected a heavy financial burden and reputation damage to the historical school, itself. Was it worth it?

There are countless other “truths” that have become known throughout history – both personally and professionally across the ranks of society. There is not always an equal playing field for the ethical and weak when the cards of power are stacked against them. Nevertheless, here is the raw and unbridled truth; there is no lie that will not be revealed. Eventually, the truth comes to surface. The resulting effects of that revelation may not always be the planned ending. Victims are frequently attacked for opening an old wound, and are assaulted with words and whispers. But the higher moral ground belongs to the hero who understands and accepts the truth, reveals the evidence of that truth, and ensures the truth – regardless of the perception of that truth. To live a lie to protect the powerful or popular is to be a slave to the same. Truth is the highest altruistic virtue – and revealing the truth is the key to set one (or many) free.  And that my friends, is a fact.

Sources –

  1. US DOJ, CPA Charged with Bank Fraud
  2. Huffington Post, Wells Fargo CEO
  3. CBS News, Price tag to Penn State

© 2017 The Persecution of Truth

C. Bailey-Lloyd, Author, Blogger, Artist, Lover of Philosophy, Website Consultant & Social Media Connoisseur

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