Bennie Blackcurrant and the The Quest for Fear

     Once upon a time in the Springdom of Water, there lived an old couple that loved their son Bennie dearly. The little cottage in which they lived was built in the shadow of mighty Ben Bulben, in the village of Drumcliffe. They had few neighbors, and the couple was very attached to Bennie because their older son Robert had long ago left for America to seek his fortune. So they kept young Bennie home for company. 

          They were sitting together on a winter’s evening, when a fierce storm blew in from the Sea to the North, and the wind blew the door open. Bennie’s mother shook and shivered, glancing over her shoulder as if she expected to see some horrible thing behind her. ‘Go and shut that door Bennie!’ she growled.  “I am frightened.”
          ‘Frightened?’ repeated Bennie. ‘What does it feel like to be frightened?’ 
          ‘Well, just frightened,’ answered his mother. ‘ A fear of something, you hardly know what, hits your heart and mind like a thunderbolt.’ 
          ‘It must be very strange to feel like that,’ replied Bennie. ‘I know what I have to do. I will go throughout the land and seek fear until I find it.’ And so late that evening, after his parents were asleep, Bennie slipped out the door and set off to find fear.

Mighty Ben Bulben

          After walking then climbing awhile he reached the top of Ben Bulben, which seemed like as good a place as any to begin his adventure. At the top of the tabletop mountain, he came upon a band of fierce robbers, sitting round a fire and planning their next attack.  Bennie was cold, so he was delighted to see the bright flames.  He went up to the robbers and said, ‘Hi guys!,’ and wriggled himself in between the men until his feet almost dangled into the burning logs. All at once, the robbers stopped drinking, and looked at him with amazement and disbelief, until finally the captain spoke.  ‘The hardest men in all of Ireland would never dare to come here, even the very birds stay away from our camp, so who are you to waltz in so boldly?”

          ‘Oh, right,’ said the boy casually.   ‘I’m Bennie.  I have left my parents’ house in search of fear.  Maybe you can show it to me?’

          ‘Well for a start, fear is wherever WE are,’ answered the captain.

          ‘Really?  Where?’ asked Bennie.  ‘I see nothing.’

          ‘Tell you what, boy.  Take this pot and some beef and potatoes and whatever you like over to that old churchyard across the lake, and cook us something for supper tonight,” replied the robber.  So Bennie jumped up and cheerfully chose some choice ingredients, and slinging the pot over his arm, ran down the mountain and up the other side of Glencar Lough.

When he reached the churchyard he collected some sticks and made a fire; then he filled the pot with water from the lake, and chopped up and mixed together the ingredients for a lovely Irish stew.  When his stew was ready and perfect, he lifted the pot by the handle and placed it on a stone so he could put out the fire.  Just then a hand stretched out from the grave, and a loud voice boomed:  “IS THAT SUPPER FOR ME?”

          ‘Horse Feathers!  ‘Do you think I would waste food for the living on the dead?” replied Bennie with a laugh.  And giving the hand a pop with his ladle, and picking up the pot of stew, he started back around the lake, past Glencar waterfall, and back up Ben Bulben, whistling all the way.

          ‘Well, have you found fear?’ asked the robbers upon Bennie’s return.

          ‘No, not really’ replied Bennie flatly.  ‘All I saw was a hand that stretched out from the grave, belonging to some dead woman who wanted a free supper.  So I just rapped her fingers with my ladle and said it wasn’t for her, and then the hand disappeared.  Wow, what a nice fire!’  And with that he flopped down onto his knees before it, and so didn’t even notice the befuddled looks on the muggers’ mugs.

          ‘There is another chance for you,’ said one of the poxey pickpockets.  ‘On the other side of Ben Bulben lay a very deep pool.  Go there and maybe if you’re lucky you’ll meet fear on the path.’

‘I sure hope so,’ answered Bennie.  And he hopped up and set off straight away for the deep pool the other side of the mountain.

          Bennie soon came to the deep pool, gleaming in the moonlight, and as he got closer he saw a tall swing standing just over it, and in the swing a little boy was seated, crying his eyes out.

          ‘That’s a funny place for a swing’, thought Bennie; ‘but I wonder what he is crying about.’ And as he hurried over to the the boy a beautiful girl ran up to speak to him.

          ‘I want to lift my baby brother Terry from that swing,’ she cried, ‘but it’s so high above me I can’t reach.  If you would get closer to the edge of the pool, and let me climb onto your shoulders, I think I could reach him.’

          ‘No worries’ said Bennie, and with that the girl climbed onto his shoulders.  But instead of lifting poor blubbering Terry from the swing, as she could easily have done, she pressed her feet so firmly onto either side of Bennie’s neck that he felt in one more minute he would be choked, or else fall into the deep pool beneath them.  So gathering all his strength, he gave a mighty heave and threw the girl backwards.  As she touched the ground a bracelet fell from her arm, and so Bennie picked it up.

          And so turning back to look for wee Terry, he saw that both he and the swing had disappeared, and that the first streaks of dawn were breaking through the clouds and rising over the mountain.

          ‘I’m having this for all my troubles and to remind me of all the adventures I’ve had since I left home,’ he said to himself.  

With the bracelet on his arm, Bold Bennie Blackcurrant began towards the village of Grange, which was on the same side of the mountain, to find something to eat.  As he came to the town centre, an old jeweler stopped him.  ‘Where did you get that bracelet?’ asked the jeweler.  ‘It’s mine!’

          ‘Hogwash!  It’s mine.’ answered Bennie.

          ‘It is not.  Give it to me now or I’ll make you suffer for it!’ cried the crusty old crust.

          ‘OK then mister greedy pants, let’s go before the Judge Gerald in Sligo and tell him our stories.  If he decides in your favour, then fair enough you can have it.  But if he says it’s mine, then I’ll keep it and you can go suck a duck egg.’

          To this the greedy jeweler agreed, and the two went together to the court in Sligo, where the judge was measuring out justice.  He listened carefully to both sides, and then pronounced his verdict.  Neither of them had proved their right to the bracelet, therefore it must remain in the possession of the judge until its rightful owner steps forward to claim it.

          When they heard this, both the jeweler and Bennie looked at each other with the same question on their minds.  ‘Where are we going to find the match to this bracelet?’  But since they knew there was no use disputing the decision, they bowed to Judge Gerald and went their separate ways.

Rosses Point

         Bennie wandered around until he came to Sligo Bay on the northern edge of the Springdom of Water, and then out to Rosses Point.  Way off in the distance was a ship which had hit some rocks and appeared to be sinking while the crew stood on deck with faces as white as death, screaming and waving their arms in panic. 

          ‘Have you met with fear?’ shouted Bennie across the waters.  And they answered all at once, saying “We hit a rock!  Help us we’re drowning!  Help!  Help!”  And so Bennie flung off his clothes and swam way out to the ship where the crewmen lifted him on deck.

          “This ship is rocking so hard we’ll soon be sucked down!  We’ll all die for sure, and we’re terrified!”

          ‘Hand us that rope then.’ said Bennie calmly, and he took it and tied it around his waist at one end and to the mast at the other, then he sprang into the Sea.  Down he went, down, down, down, till at last his feet touched bottom, then he stood up and looked around.  Standing there was Crabby Gabby the Glencar Witch with a face like a frog swamp down in the ditch, and her flabby body all crawling with white crabs.  She was yanking hard on a chain, which she had fastened to the ship with a grappling hook, and was dragging it bit by bit under the water. 

          Grabbing her arms with both hands, he forced her to drop the chain, and the ship above went steady, allowing the sailors to gently float her off the rocks.  Then taking a rusty knife from a heap of seaweed at his feet, he cut the rope from his waist and fastened Crabby Gabby to a stone, so that she could do no more mischief, and bidding her goodbye he swam back to the beach where his clothes were still waiting.

Glencar Waterfall

          Bennie quickly got dressed and walked back toward Glencar Lough until he came to the most beautiful waterfall in Ireland.  The day was hot and he was tired so he walked up the path toward the waterfall and sat down beneath a tree and fell asleep.

          As the sun started down, Bennie heard a rush of wings and a cold breeze woke him up, and raising his head cautiously he saw three black crows dive into the stream in front of him.  They splashed around, shook themselves, and dove to the bottom of a deep pool in the stream.  

          When they came up they were not crows at all, but rather three ugly sisters.  They drifted and swam down the stream and out into Glencar Lough, where they seemed to float on invisible chairs with a table between them made of stone from Ben Bulben.  On the table they put drinking cups made from shells they found on the beaches of Strandhill.  

Glencar Lough

          One of the three sisters filled the cups from a crystal goblet, and was raising it to her wrinkly mouth when her sister stopped her. ‘To whose health do you drink?’ squawked the eldest sister.

          “To the boy who made the stew and rapped my hand with the ladle when I stretched it from the grave,” answered the sister, “and was never afraid as other men were!  But to whose health do you drink?’  

          “To the boy on whose shoulders I climbed at the edge of the pool to rescue Baby Terry, who threw me off with such a jerk that I lay unconscious on the ground for hours,’ replied the middle sister.  ‘But you, my dear sister Gabby, to whom do you drink?’

          ‘Well first of all I just love to drink.  But down in the sea I took hold of a ship and shook it and pulled it until it would have soon sunk,’ said the sister.  And as she spoke she looked quite different to what she did with the chain in her hands and with crabs crawling all over her.  ‘But a boy came along and tied me to a rock.  To his health!’ and they all three lifted their cups and drunk silently in amazement.  As they lowered their cups, Bennie appeared in front of them.

          ‘Here I am you brazen b’witches, the boy to whose health you have drunk; and now give me the bracelet that matches a jeweled band which fell from the arm of one of you.  A jeweler tried to taking it from me but I would not let him, so he dragged me before the judge, who kept my bracelet until I could show him its matching twin.’

Celtic Trinity Knot

The Secret Hall

‘Come with us, then,’ the three sisters cackled, and they led him to a mound at the base of Ben Bulben with a Celtic Trinity Knot made of Japanese Spruce trees upon it.  Then down into a passage and into a secret hall, out of which opened many chambers, each one more beautiful than the last.  From a shelf heaped up with gold and jewels the eldest sister took a bracelet, which was exactly like the one that was in the judge’s keeping, and she fastened it to Bennie’s arm.
          ‘Now go back to Judge Gerald’, she said, ‘and he will give you its matching twin.  

Manorhamilton

          ‘You three are unforgettable,’ said Bennie, ‘but I’m off like a dirty shirt.  I’m going to fly, sail, run, climb and do whatever it takes until I have found fear on my adventures.’  Then he went on his way, recovered the bracelet from the judge, and resumed his quest for fear.

          On and on he walked, through woods and over streams, all the way to Manorhamilton, then on to Enniskillen where all the streets were so full of people he could hardly pass between them.

          ‘What’s happening?’ he asked a man in the town square.

‘The ruler of this Springdom, King Seamus, has died.  And since he had no children, it is important to choose his successor.  So each morning one of the sacred doves is let loose from the tower over there, and on whomever he lands, that man is our new king.  In just a minute the dove will fly, so watch and see for yourself.”

          “Oh give me a break!” replied Bennie.  “Do people actually believe this stuff?”

          Every eye in Enniskillen was fixed on the tower in the town centre, and the moment that the sun was seen straight over it, a door was opened and a beautiful gleaming white dove came rushing out into the air.  On and on it flew, round and round, until at last it rested on the head of Bold Bennie Blackcurrant.  


          Then everyone in the village cheered, “The King!  The King!” but as Bennie listened to their cheering, a vision, like a thunderbolt, struck his heart and brain.  He saw himself seated on a throne, spending the rest of his life trying but never succeeding to make poor people rich; miserable people happy; bad people good; never doing anything that he wanted to do, not even marrying the strawberry blonde-headed girl that he loved back home.

          “NO!  NO!” he shrieked, hiding his face in his hands.  But the crowds thought he was overcome by the grandeur of the moment and by the throne that awaited him. 

          “Well, to make double sure, let fly more doves,” said the villagers, but each and every dove followed the first, and the cheering became louder than ever:

          “THE KING!  THE KING!”  And as Bold Bennie Blackcurrant bent under the weight of their cheers, a cold shiver like he had never felt before ran down his spine.

          “This is the fear you have searched for so long to find,” whispered a voice, which seemed to find his ears only.  Bennie bowed his head low as the terrible vision once again flashed before his eyes.  And with that he accepted his dismal doom so soon in his young life, and got ready to live the rest of his days with fear right beside him.

Sincerely,

The Pin

So your child is obese...

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Nobody needs to tell your dear child that he or she is overweight.  They already know, and they are already trying to process it any way they can.  Unfortunately, without your help, the way they process it could lead to further problems like secret eating and low self esteem.  Go ahead and talk with your child about weight. Allow him or her to tell you about feelings that she may not have talked about before. We went through many of the same things.  There’s nothing new under the sun.  Being picked last for teams, being teased at school, struggling in sports, being ridiculed or having difficulty fitting into clothes are just a few of the pains overweight children may have to endure. 

You are the absolute best person to talk to your child about his or her weight because nobody loves your child more.  Therefore, nobody else can empathize as you can.  These frustrations and pains need to be expressed by your child and then validated by you.  Don’t shrink back; it’s the right thing to do.  Encourage.  Listen.  Validate, Empathize.  RELATE.  Be available.

Unconditional love and acceptance are the life-blood of a child who struggles with weight problems.  You are the primary source of such love, so pour it on with reckless abandon.

Don’t do anything too harsh or rash like super strict diets…it will backfire.  Rather, make small adjustments here and there to put the right things to eat in front of your child.  The last thing you should do is to highlight the fact your child is overweight by over-reacting with harsh diets.  That could spell rejection, which is the opposite of unconditional love.

Kids come in all shapes and sizes, and genetic pre-disposition can be a hard taskmaster.  That’s why good habits and small steady adjustments are the best defense against the propensity for your child to be overweight.

We speak about water a lot, for obvious reasons.  However, we are not concerned about kids drinking more water because we’re in the water business.  We’re in the water business because we’re concerned about kids drinking more water.  That disclaimer said, ENCOURAGE YOUR CHILD TO DRINK MORE WATER!  It will greatly aid metabolism, it will help them to process their meals, and it will “fill the gap” with something healthy and life-giving rather than something fattening like sugary sodas, sweets or even juice.

Your example is the absolute best thing you can offer your child.  If you want him or her to develop good eating and drinking habits, exhibit good eating and drinking habits.

Resist the urge to set a timetable for weight loss.  In fact, weight loss is not the issue at all…good habits are.  Rather than a timetable, make a LIFE change.  Over time, you will begin to see the benefits not only in your child’s weight but in their overall good health.  The good news is, kids learn fast.  It may not seem like it when it’s time to make the bed, but it’s true.  Go for “possible”, not “perfect”. 

Children learn fast, and they learn best by example. Teach your child habits that will help keep her healthy for the rest of her life.

Pick Five:  Choose five realistic goals, such as substituting fatty foods for healthy ones; serving water instead of soda; buy flavoured water instead of juice (shameless but true); buy complex carbohydrates instead of simple ones.

Finally, be patient.  Be patient.  Be patient.  And above all, pour on the unconditional love and affirmation…it’s better to have a slightly overweight child who knows they are loved than a skinny one who doesn’t.

Sincerely,
The Pin

New Information: Fat Inflation Rocks Nation

THURSDAY, July 7 -- A new report outlining how obesity threatens America's future reveals that obesity rates climbed over the past year in 16 states, and not a single state reported a decline in the proportion of excessively overweight residents.

The report, released Thursday, also found that more than 30 percent of the people in 12 states are obese. Four years ago, only one state could make that claim.  Twenty years ago, "there wasn't a single state that had an obesity rate above 15 percent, and now every state is above that," said Jeff Levi, executive director of Trust for America's Health, which compiled the report.

"We have seen a dramatic shift over a generation," he added. "This isn't just about how much people weigh, but it has to do with serious health problems like diabetes and hypertension. These are the things that are driving health care costs."

With the exception of Michigan, the 10 most obese states are in the South. The Northeast and West reported the lowest obesity rates. In addition, in eight states, more than 10 percent of adults suffer from type 2 diabetes, according to the report.

Mississippi, where 34.4 percent of the people are obese, has the highest obesity rate. Other states with obesity rates above 30 percent include: Alabama, Arkansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Michigan, Missouri, Oklahoma, South Carolina, Tennessee, Texas and West Virginia. Thirty-eight other states have obesity rates above 25 percent.

For the second year in a row, obesity rates rose in Illinois, Kentucky, Massachusetts, Missouri, Rhode Island and Texas.  And, for the third year straight, more residents of Florida, Kansas, Maine, Oklahoma and Vermont tipped the scale toward obesity.
Colorado, with an obesity rate of 19.8 percent, is the only state where the rate is less than 20 percent, the investigators found.

Other highlights of the report include:

• The number of adults who do not exercise rose across 14 states.
• Obesity among men is up in nine states, but dropped for women in Nevada.
• Obesity prevalence varies with education and income. The least educated and the poorest had the highest rates of obesity; college graduates had the lowest.

More than one-third of children and adolescents are obese or overweight, with the highest prevalence in the South. However, the new data indicate that obesity among children and adolescents may have leveled off, except among the heaviest boys.
"This generation of kids could have shorter life spans, because people are getting diabetes and hypertension much earlier," Levi said.

The solution is simple, he added: Eat less, exercise more. "We have reconstructed our lives so that we don't build in physical activity. We have neighborhoods and communities that are food deserts, where the only food you can find is unhealthy fast food," he said.

Samantha Heller, a dietitian in Fairfield, Conn., called childhood obesity "a complex, multi-faceted problem that needs to be tackled from many different angles." She said she wished the report offered ways to educate parents and caregivers about healthy eating for children.
Parents and caregivers make approximately 75 percent of the food decisions for children, Heller said, so it is essential that they learn about healthy, affordable foods and meals for children that make sense to them.

"Overall, I am hopeful that the report will help motivate food companies, local and state governments, schools and communities to generate a good head of steam to help stem the tide of childhood obesity," she added.

Obesity expert Dr. David L. Katz, director of the Prevention Research Center at Yale University School of Medicine in New Haven, Conn., called the report "a reminder that obesity ranks among the most urgent public health problems of our time. While efforts to reverse obesity trends are proliferating, the tide has not yet turned, and more needs to be done."

The report makes it clear that interventions need to be tailored to diverse settings, Katz added. "I support the view that the root cause of epidemic obesity is everything about modern living, and that it will take the aggregation of a lot of effective programming to change our course," he said.

Levi noted that the federal government was introducing programs to stem the obesity crisis, but "we need to fund these programs adequately," he said.  "We now know the pieces that need to be put into place [to reduce obesity]," he added. "Some of them are about what we as individuals do, but a lot of it is also about what we as a community come together to do," Levi stated.

More information
For more information on obesity, visit the U.S. National Library of Medicine.

Overweight Mother = Overweight Daughter? Research says 'probably'

Obesity 'link to same-sex parent' 

There is a strong link in obesity between mothers and daughters and fathers and sons, but not across the gender divide, research suggests.

A study of 226 families by Plymouth's Peninsula Medical School found obese mothers were 10 times more likely to have obese daughters.

For fathers and sons, there was a six-fold rise. But in both cases children of the opposite sex were not affected.   The researchers believe the link is behavioural rather than genetic.  They say the findings mean policy on obesity should be re-thought.

Researchers said it was "highly unlikely" that genetics was playing a role in the findings as it would be unusual for them to influence children along gender lines.  Instead, they said it was probably because of some form of "behavioural sympathy" where daughters copied the lifestyles of their mothers and sons their fathers.  It is because of this conclusion that experts believe government policy on tackling obesity should be re-thought.

Much of the focus so far in the UK - in terms of targets and monitoring - has been targeted at younger age groups in the belief that obese children become obese adults.   But the researchers said the assumption ignored the fact that eight in 10 obese adults were not severely overweight when they were children.  In fact, they said their findings suggested the opposite was true - that obese adults led to obese children, the International Journal of Obesity reported.   Study leader Professor Terry Wilkin said: "It is the reverse of what we have thought and this has fundamental implications for policy.  "We should be targeting the parents and that is not something we have really done to date." 

New direction

His team took weight and height measurements for children and parents over a three-year period.  Segen Yosf has been on an obesity-awareness course: 'If your mum's not healthy you won't be healthy'.  They found that 41% of the eight-year-old daughters of obese mothers were obese, compared to 4% of girls with normal-weight mothers. There was no difference in the proportion for boys.  For boys, 18% of the group with obese fathers were also obese, compared to just 3% for those with normal-weight fathers. Again, there was no difference in the proportion for girls. 

Tam Fry, of the National Obesity Forum, said: "This is telling the government that they now have to look for a new direction.  "We have to make sure parents are in a good condition to bring up their children in a normal manner."  He said he wanted to see more interventions like the one introduced this year offering vouchers to pregnant women for healthy food.

The Department of Health insisted it was already targeting parents through the Change4Life campaign (UK), which was launched at the start of the year and brings together a host of local healthy lifestyle initiatives.  A spokesman added: "The obesity epidemic is one of the most challenging public health issues we face." 

Source:  BBC News

American Fast Food (what a stupid way to die)

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