Letter to the editor: A thank you from Joe Ros' mother

Dear editor,
   I want to thank everyone involved in the fantastic display of honor and love for my son Joseph Timothy Ros also known as Joe Ros. 
   I couldn’t believe what all everybody did. 
   I am so very proud of my community pulling together in this tragedy.
   Thank you whoever you are that tried to rescue my son. It was his heart that gave out. 
   I am sorry I don’t know your names, but my God bless you and keep you always. 
   My family is doing as good as can be expected under the circumstances. 
   Thank you for all the food, plants and fixing my son’s driveway. 
   Whoever mowed his field in front of his house, this really helped my daughter-in-law Ashley.
   Thank you, Prosperity Bank for setting up the Joe Ros Memorial fund at your bank. 
   This will help my son’s family make it, with waiting for things to get settled and all. 

"How good economic news can be interpreted as bad" by: John Sample

hough summer does not officially arrive for a couple of weeks, it is on for me. 
   I will be spending my week with my grandson at golf camp.  
   It should prove interesting as he is very young and his attention span is that of a gnat. 
   Pappa Juan’s patience will be sorely tested. It may be the same for all you investors this summer. 
   Last Friday the good news was bad news.  
   I am always amazed how good economic news is interpreted negatively among analysts.  
   The theory Friday was that, in fact for that day, the US economy is growing faster than expected forcing the Federal Reserve to raise interest rates. 
   The theory being that rising interest rates send stocks south.  
   An improving economy though is essential to earnings growth.  
   The missing point is not that rising interest rates are a problem, but how high interest rates rise.  

CAT Camp to bring back pride

A Bay City High School student advisory group has been working on a school spirit campaign called CAT Camp in August. Advisory group members include, front row, from left: Shelly Grimes, Bren’yae Mitchell, Rahul Atodaria, Taylor MacKenzie and Zharia Battle; Middle: Lejay Longoria, Mary Lunn Mosier, Matthew Martinez, Cole Cashion, Kelli Hunt, Wendy Meador, Kathy McDaniel and Tiffany Saunders; Back: Kristen McReynolds, Liz Griffen and Julie Estlinbaum. For more information on CAT Camp, see Page 3.
Sentinel photo/Mike Reddell

  Bay City High School students will have the opportunity to rebuild pride and tradition on their campus and in the community with a groundbreaking event planned for Aug. 19-21. 
   CAT (CharacterAchievement-Tradition) Camp is a free event designed to unite the students of BCHS while giving them opportunities to rekindle old Blackcat traditions and start new traditions on campus. 
   “I often found myself talking to my co-workers, other Bay City High School alumni, and we would always seem to talk about how the spirit was when we were in school, and how we wished we could get it back,” said camp founder Tiffany Saunders. 
   “Then I realized, it’s time to stop talking about it and start doing something about it.” Saunders enlisted the help of staff and faculty members, many of them BCHS graduates, and also formed a Student Advisory Committee, which is helping plan the CAT Camp events. 

"Long-ago bad dream teaches keeping faith in the Lord" by: Rosario Resendez

   EDITOR’S NOTE: Rosario’s plate is extremely full presently so a column was not possible this week. I chose to rerun a column she wrote in January that I felt was meaningful.
    When I was a young girl I had a very vivid dream. 
   It was so vivid and terrifying that I still remember everything about it as if I had just dreamt this dream last night. 
   In this dream I was walking through darkness, but I wasn’t afraid.  
   I looked in front of me and I saw Jesus looking at me and smiling, He reached out to me as if to beckon me to come to Him. 
   I began walking toward him happy, He wasn’t very far away but as I neared Him I heard a sound behind me.   
   I turned around and saw a huge multitude of hideous creatures rushing toward me.  
   I looked back at Jesus this time afraid at what I had just seen behind me and realized that now he was really far away. 

"Alesson from rain: Let God wash away your debris" by: Betsy Monico

   We are still seeing effects of the rain around here.  
   Our gate up front has not worked properly since the last thunderstorm.  
   I do not really know if the weather actually has anything to do with it or not, but I say it does just attempting to draw a somewhat logical conclusion for why it goes berserk.  
   One day a few weeks ago I had to park outside of the gate and walk home because the gate would not open.  
   It was the first sunny day in forever so I did not mind. I was looking forward to my stroll in the country.  
   Step one was to cross the cattle guard.  
   Step two was to climb over the gate then mosey on home down our white rock road.  
   My adventure was abruptly halted when I saw something move underneath the cattle guard.  
   It was a snake. I am not sure if my heart rate has returned to normal yet.  

"Learning importance of reporting weather" by: Mike Reddell

   When I was a young reporter, I became exasperated with my publisher because he frequently wrote his newspaper column on weather – or the Louisiana Tech football team in the fall.
   Louisiana Tech aside, I couldn’t see how weather could be that interesting.
   I really got disturbed when I was assigned to write something about rainfall amounts in different parts of the county.
   Over time that perception changed. When I became managing editor of that paper, I realized that a key charge of the paper was reporting news that mattered to the community.
   One measure of that, ancient newspaper wisdom held, were the topics of conversation among people in front of the post office. And, typically, two of the main subjects were politics and weather.

"Swimming lessons didn't help fear of water" by: Jessica Shepard

   Aquaphobia is the unnatural fear of water and often pertains to drowning.
   I have never been more afraid of water as of late then I am this Tuesday afternoon.
   Let me be frank - I can’t swim.
   Well, I can float and generally do alright in a swimming pool as long as I can touch the bottom with my feet.
   But, there’s something to be said when it gets above my head and I have a little panic attack.

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"Caution needed for growth abroad" by: John Sample

    After a week of nearly drowning, those of us in the Hill Country can at least be thankful that the drought has been put on hold for a while. 
   Experience tells you to enjoy while you can, even if the rain proves too much.  
   While the floods capture the news, we find our rivers just back to what they should have been.  
   Excess can be temporary at best.
   The stock market can be much the same sort of situation.  
   The first quarter GDP was in fact hampered by the weather and a union slowdown of the ports on the West Coast.  
   In fact, the first quarter was essentially a wash with a minor drop.  

"Blessings to unspoken heroes helping Texas flood victims" by: Rosario Resendez

   It seems like we have been having a lot of bad weather lately.  
   For the longest I can remember, Texas always seems to be going through a drought.  
   This year all the flood waters seems to be unleashed on us. 
   It is scary to see how much damage water can do to houses and people’s property.  
   It is also scary to see all the animals that show up in different locations where they don’t belong.  
   I saw in an article that there was an alligator in a parking garage.  
   My biggest fear of course are the snakes that show up all over the place which is what I don’t like at all. 
   I see that a lot of people seem to try to make light of all the tragedy and get a laugh out of people.  
   I’ve seen pictures on Facebook showing a shark swimming by a truck on a highway supposedly in Houston.  

"Think of the Lord's faithfulness when doubt arises" by: Betsy Monico

    The end of the school year is so close. My family is struggling!  
   It is hard to go to bed and it is even harder to get up. 
   We are ready for summer. We should already be in bed by now and one of my kids is standing here at the bar begging me to find him a needle and thread so he can repair “Donkey.”  
   An old donkey just reappeared from the good old Shrek days and it is in need of repair…so random!  
   He is worried about stuffing donkey with cotton balls to puff him back up, but does not have a clue where his backpack is for tomorrow or have his sack lunch packed.
   Life right now is just crazy.  
   Geez, I just heard him and now he is asking his Dad if he knows where a needle and thread is.  
   That has to be the funniest thing I have ever heard because my husband is a team player for sure, but he does not know where the sewing supplies are.  


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