Tracy Burdett, the Vice President of McMahon and Burdett, was selected as the Kiwanian of the Year for 2001 by the Richmond Kiwanis Club. Giving Burdett the top award given by the local service club is Beth Thompson, president of the Richmond Kiwanis club.
The Richmond Kiwanis Club held its annual Awards Banquet at Arlington on September 25.
Tracy Burdett was recognized for his many contributions to the Richmond Kiwanis Club by his selection as the Kiwanian of the Year for 2001. The Kiwanian of the Year award, the top recognition given by the local service club, was won by Mark Calitri in 2000.
The following individuals were given Distinguished Service Awards to recognize them for service in the following projects: David Benge, Tracy Burdett, Mark Calitri, Ray Desloover, and Patrick McMahon for leadership in the annual Kiwanis Auction.
Scott Truesdell for his leadership in organizing the annual Kiwanis Pancake Breakfast; Dorothy Esce and Dave Harkleroad for their leadership in conducting club Interclub visits to other Kiwanis clubs in our district.
Also recognized were Mark Calitri for his organization of the annual Kiwanis Carnival; Brenda Blankenship and Bob Nayle for their leadership in administering the annual Kiwanis Golf Tournament and bfor heading the program sales at the All A Classic.
Phillis Adams who organized the any Young Children - Priority One projects; bwho headed the committee that selected and awarded scholarships to local high school students; Patrick McMahon for leadership in providing local Home Meals Delivery.
Also recognized were George Ridings who organized the highway cleanup on the Eastern By-pass; Tracy Burdett and Dorothy Esce for collecting and distributing items to local nursing homes at Christmas; Greg Powell for chairing the Human and Spiritual Values Committee and Dr. Glen Kleine for editing the Kiwanis monthly newsletter and for serving as the Kiwanis Web Site webmaster (which may be seen at www.RichmondKiwanis.com)
More than 10 individuals were recognized with an award for perfect attendance during 2001. Earl Rhodes was singled out for his long-time membership as a 30 year-member of Kiwanis International.
Also recognized for his recent election to Governor of the Kentucky Tennessee District was Dr. Ken Clawson.
Greg Stotlemyer tells Kiwanians about his experiences as a radio and television newscaster and as the voice of the EKU football Colonels.
Here is the address to send donations for children of the vicitms who died in New York, Washington, and Pennsylvania through Kiwanis. Ken Clawson wrote, "I plan to donate to this personally and I would invite members of the Richmond Kiwanis Club as well as the Club to make donations through this fund. I feel confident that these funds will be managed carefully and children who have lost parents will trully benefit from these donations."
It's my job to have something to say.
They pay me to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.
You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard.
What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn? Whatever it was, please know that you failed.
Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.
Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.
Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.
Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent by racial, social, political and class division, but a family nonetheless. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae -- a singer's revealing dress, a ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy, too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though -- peace-loving and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and loving God.
Some people -- you, perhaps -- think that any or all of this makes us weak. You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals.
Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We're still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still working to make ourselves understand that this isn't a special effect from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn't the plot development from a Tom Clancy novel. Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable final death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the history of the United States and, probably, the history of the world. You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before.
But there's a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last time anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and monumental pain. When roused, we are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force. When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear any suffering, pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of justice. I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread of the future.
In the days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what can be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll go forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined, too.
You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect of our character is seldom understood by people who don't know us well. On this day, the family's bickering is put on hold.
As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish. So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If that's the case, consider the message received. And take this message in exchange: You don't know my people. You don't know what we're capable of. You don't know what you just started.
But you're about to learn.