May-Day is never allowed to pass in this community without profuse lamentations over the tardiness of our spring as compared with that of England and the poets.  – Thomas Wentworth Higginson, “April Days,” 1861

In many countries, May first is a national holiday.  May Day is a day for a festival and a saint’s feast day.

These days we celebrate May Day by enjoying our surroundings.  Just like clockwork, the tree in our front yard is blooming and seasonal allergies have a firm grip on a percentage of my friends and neighbors.


Part of the history of May Day includes a degree of protest and radicalism.  History has a lot to teach us about the roots of our radicalism.  Did you know that people were shot so we could have the 8-hour day?  Did you know that homes with families in them were burned to the ground so we could have Saturday as part of the weekend?  Victims of industrial accidents marched in the streets protesting working conditions and child labor – some as young as 8 years old.

The day will come when our silence will be more powerful than the voices you are throttling today.  – Engraved on the Haymarket Monument


The rights we enjoy today were fought for and some gave their lives to ensure them for the rest of us.  We should not take these sacrifices for granted.  The dignities we enjoy today came at a high price.  If we take these advancements for granted, we will end up fighting for the same gains all over again.

So what is going on today – in 2015?

On May 1 — May Day — we will launch a platform to support the biggest citizen lobbying campaign we possibly can. Together, we are strong enough to create the political incentive for our elected officials to do the right thing and support reform. Ending the systemic corruption in Washington, D.C., will create space for fair, honest, and productive debate on the issues that matter most.

Citizens are launching a lobbying campaign against systemic corruption in Washington, D.C.  Wanna know more and get involved?


Sometimes protesting and standing up for rights is a good idea.  What if people had not stood up for child labor and fought for 8 hour work days on a May Day long ago?  The American people deserve to have a smaller government that serves them without deceit and corruption.  🙂




Remember when you were a kid and made May Day baskets? You’d hang them on the neighbor’s front door knob, ring the doorbell – then run like the wind – !?!?! Those were fun times!  In England they really know how to celebrate – with a Maypole and everything!

Today I want to talk about another kind of May Day.  It’s known as a “Mayday” – a distress call, used only in cases of “grave and imminent danger” by those at sea.

Many people think that one “May Day” has something to do with the other, but that’s not true.  The root of the distress call “Mayday” is French –  m’aidez (help me) or m’aider (to give help to me).  There are no flowers or festivals associated with this whatsoever.  If you hear someone yell “Mayday” three times in a row, they are definitely in trouble! 

I was not at sea when I had to use a distress call, but I was at the end of my rope medically speaking.  By the time I discovered I have Type 2 Diabetes my body was definitely sinking fast!  

I needed guidance after my devastating diagnosis.  From the moment I got my diagnosis, I believe with all my heart that God put some pretty wonderful people in my path!  When you say “Mayday” to God, you don’t even have to repeat it three times – He is there once He hears the faintest whisper from you – He’s already helping you by the time you say “may…”

The day I found out I was diabetic we were in church getting ready to have a potluck lunch after the morning service.  My best friend was a Diabetic Educator.  She carried a glucose meter around with her, and asked me if she could check my glucose before we ate.  She checked it and it was over 300!  

I no longer felt hungry and was visibly shaken.  We walked back into the sanctuary and sat down.  She began to explain diabetes to me.  When she started talking about ketones, I just lost it.  I cried uncontrollably for a long time.  Finally, she grabbed both of my shoulders and looked me square in the face and said, “You can BEAT this!”

She made me believe I could – and I felt better.  She is just one example of the wonderful people God has set before me.  It’s been an incredible journey.  I learned about holistic medicine and its way to better manage diabetes a couple of years ago, through my chiropractor.  It’s true that when I eat a high-alkaline diet, my neuropathy (and my sciatica, for the most part) feels better.  Drinking water instead of soda improves everything as well.  Staying hydrated is key.

I met so many great people through the Diabetic Online Community (DOC) and received so much love, concern and support there.   

I see God’s Hand in my journey with diabetes.  He’s taking such good care of me, and I know He will care for me in the future as well.  I cried out to Him – “Mayday… Mayday… Mayday” and I knew He heard and answered my distress call.