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30 per square mile

1/24/2020

About half-way through the wonderful Disney animated film "Bambi" something sad and tragic happens. First, we get taken into this beautiful story of a mother teaching an inquisitive young son about the life in the forest. We are made to feel our hearts warm up by the terrific expressive animation while we're helped to understand how wonderful it is to have the trust and loving relationship with your favorite soul on earth.
Then, BAM!
Our emotions get smacked up-side the head like the airbag went off unexpectedly in the car!
Bambi's mother is killed.

That's my favorite part.

Well, I am kidding, of course.... sorta.

You see, in the last four and a half years I have hit 6 of these wonders of nature. I would say I've had about another half dozen near misses with these majestic creatures.
There are a ton of these over sized vermin roaming around northwest Pennsylvania.
And yes around 1 a.m. this morning I met up with one of them going about 50 mph.

So perhaps that scene in Bambi doesn’t quite bother me as much. Kidding..... sorta.

According to the Pennsylvania Department of Conservation and Natural Resources there are about 1.5 Million white tails roaming around in Pennsylvania woods ....and highways.
That is about 30 per square mile. Yikes!

While at the rental car joint today there were a number of folks in there getting cars. The guy at the counter said, "yeah we rent a lot of cars to folks who hit deer."
My boss said, "I've noticed an increase of activity lately, but I guess its a little too late to mention that to you now." We laughed, well, he laughed, I snarled in a laughing sorta way figuring it was better than reaching through the phone to bitch slap him. Kidding.... sorta!

"Deer play an important role in our forests, and everyone admires their graceful beauty.“ the DCNR website goes on.

Oh please!

Ever try beautifying your yard with nice hostas in the shade or exotic lillies in the sun? "Everyone admires their graceful beauty." My ass "everyone" does!
These walking weapons of mass destruction are out of hand.

Now just so everyone knows, I really love nature and I truly get that humans are the ones who have developed things like roads and metal boxes on wheels that go faster than the dickens whether we think we can completely control them or not.
I get that we set up agendas and decide we need to travel from place to place and that, where we choose to go, goes through the land that countless species call home. In fact on our roads alone I'd guess millions of beings die everyday from our carelessness. Bugs alone account for probably more than 100 deaths by human each day. Worms in the rain, poor flattened out buggers.

So I get it.... sorta!

“Whitetails” have been a part of Penn's Woods for many centuries." the DCNR drones on. Non-indigenous people's have only been here a couple of those. And we really only have had these super paved roadways and cars that go speeds we should reconsider going really(I mean why do we really need to be anywhere that fast anymore?) for a hundred or so years, actually much less.

So here I am in 2020 having to deal with a day off of work, trying to figure out how to not take two days off of work. I am trying to find out what to do with an injured car that may or may not have an engine still firmly mounted to the frame. That I know now what an airbag feels like pummeled in a split second smack dab in the face. I have parts of the car sitting on top of it because... well I don't know where they go. AAAAAnd I am a bit worried I may or may not be able to afford any of this even though I'm nicely insured and hope most of this is taken care of for me.
All of these things, but at least I can say I wasn't injured, I can sit here snorting out snarky little jabs at creatures just trying to live on this planet just like I do, only without all the made up crap we deem important.

With all of this crap I am dealing with, my day is still better than that poor deer.

I tell folks I suffer from a form of PTSD when I get behind the wheel. I'm not comparing my anxiety to shell-shocked or worse members of the military, but there is sometimes dread I feel getting behind the wheel and driving through the dark roads of western Pennsylvania. I've been trying to come up with a funny acronym for PTSD that the D is deer, but haven't quite come up with one.
Person Tired of Stupid Deer maybe?

I've had worse looking deer hits, but I fear this did some structural stuff. I was only about 5 miles from home so luckily i was able to drive it. Not fun trying to drive with deflated airbags, but its safely awaiting the inspector on Monday.

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No One Stands Alone

1/20/2020

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I don't write many stories for the paper, but occasionally some story grabs me. As a visual journalist I have a very difficult job of convincing people to allow to make photographs of them. I wish I could say everyone loves to have their photo taken, but the truth is, the ones that do, usually aren't nearly as interesting as the ones that don't - and most don't!
Recently I began seeing these posts on Facebook about this fundraiser for an Oil City cop who is battling a very aggressive cancer. I learned a little about what was going on and passed the info on to our long-time reporter Judy Etzel. She covers Oil City and frankly, is the best writer we have.
Only thing is..... her husband passed away from a devastating battle with cancer and she just can't do these stories. She did say we need to do the story. So I reached out, through a message, to see if they would be willing to share their story with me.
I didn't hear back for a couple days. Then I received a message asking for more clarification about what I wanted to do. I was honest and up-front as I am with everyone I'm asking to trust me. I said it basically starts with a conversation.

This family didn't know me. I had run across Steve a few times over the years on the job, but they didn't know me.
But they agreed to a conversation.
What I didn't know was they really had decided not to talk to me, that this was a private family thing and they wanted it to be that way. But they reached out to a mutual friend of ours and asked about me.
Now this is where I get a little choked up. They listened to our mutual friend who said that I was the one they should talk to and I'd do their story justice.
I'm just a photographer at a small paper, but someone is telling another person that I will tell their story right.
Wow!
Honored.
Humbled!
Scared!
I was scared now because now someone is advocating for me and I can't mess this up.

When Steve and Paula Rembold agreed to meet me in their home I was honored. It might have ended with a conversation and we never would've done the story, but it didn't. They invited me in and we talked for a couple hours. All I could think looking at Steve is what strength. He was joking around and in command of all his senses. Even when he would begin to cough I could see his concentration on doing what he needed to do to regain his breath.
It was remarkable to me watching him.
Then about an hour or so into our conversation he looked at me and asked again, so what is it exactly we're doing with this, what is this about?
So I again stated the importance of telling a story in a way that connects with people because they can relate. Often words are easy to dismiss, but words with photographs - telling photographs - reach so many more people and often will help others who might be going through the same or similar thing.
I'm not sure why, but Steve got that. Paula got that. And we proceeded.
What a gift they gave to us by opening up their struggles so we can better understand life.

So I wrote a story about a brave family at a very difficult time in the vain hope that it helps to make a difference somewhere, somehow. I am posting my final draft before my very talented editor, Mark Oliver, fixed it before it went into print last week.
I want to thank Steve and Paula for letting me into their lives. What a gift you gave to me to get to know you better. So often these stories about people are at arms length and easy to dismiss, but knowing someone who tells me a part of their life - there aren't words really. I think about you every day now and hope somehow you're not coughing as much and the difficulties with breathing and burning in your chest are just not there.
Your strength amazes me.

Below is the story, and at the end is how you can help. Thank you for reading.

The Oil City community is rallying around one of its long-time public servants as he fights the battle for his life. Former Seneca firefighter, Community Ambulance EMT, 911 director and current Oil City police officer Steve Rembold has an aggressive form of lung cancer. In a very short amount of time he has gone from battling what he thought was just bronchitis in October to being told he has only 10-12 months to live.
Rembold said he can't believe how everything in life has changed so fast.
In the fall whole family had a bout of bronchitis, Rembold said. So when he began coughing it just seemed that he got it too. After doubling over in pain he went to get some tests. The tests showed he had fractured some of his ribs from the heavy coughing.
During the next few weeks he continued to cough and things just were not improving. More tests began to reveal something serious. By early December he learned he had cancer cells throughout his body.
The prognosis was not good and his health kept deteriorating.
Everything in the family changed at that point.

Their daughter Lauren, who was planning a spring wedding, said she wanted her dad to walk her down the aisle. Fearing his worsening condition they decided to move the wedding up. A special service was arranged on Christmas Eve to grant his daughter's wish. As the two walked arm in arm down the aisle Steve stopped to look at his daughter, "we got this," he told her.

One week later on New Years Eve, Steve's health rapidly worsened. He had trouble walking without losing his breath.
"I'd get winded walking from here to there," he said pointing to a door about 12 feet away.
Paula, knowing her husband was so sick he couldn't wait for his scheduled appointments in mid-January, tried to get him some help. His doctor got him some medication and inhalers but they didn't seem to help. On Jan 2 they headed to the emergency room.
His heart-rate was elevated and his oxygen level was low. On top of everything else he was developing pneumonia. They spent the whole day and night in the ER. After assessing Steve's condition his doctor suggested a very aggressive treatment right away.
The doctor called it a "hail Mary" where they would throw everything they had to attack the cancer immediately. The following day Steve had two doses of chemotherapy and one dose of immunuotherapy.

Two weeks later Steve Rembold is back at home with a near daily appointment schedule. He has around the clock oxygen to help keep his levels regulated and a basket of medication. Additional scans have shown the aggressive cancer has also spread to his brain furthering the complications of treatment.
But he hasn't lost hope. More chemo therapy and radiation treatments are scheduled to hopefully shrink the tumors as he fights.
"Things can change and we have to hope they will," Steve Rembold said. He looks toward the future and once again serving his community by getting back to work. "Even if its light duty. I miss it," he said.

Community support

While the Rembolds were busy with emergency rooms and doctors their friends and community were busy arranging ways to support the family. A facebook page was created - OCPD 96 Strong - to give a place for the community to keep up to date. The 96 refers to Rembold's badge number.
A Go Fund Me account was set. T-shirts to support the family are being sold along with bracelets and a fundraiser dinner with a basket raffle and bake sale is planned for the end of the month at the Venango Technical Center.
Another fundraiser is planned for February at Double Play in Oil City.
"I'm not one to ask for help," Steve Rembold said, but can't be more thankful to his friends and co-workers who are stepping up to help.

Comments left on the Facebook page have even brought them to tears. People he has encountered on the job over the years have left notes thanking him for helping them when their life was at a low point.
He was surprised by those, to him it's just part of the job and he loves his job.
"You forget," he said about how police work can sometimes help someone turn their life around. "Those are the ones that really got me," he said as he wiped tears from his eyes.
Paula said everything from the fundraising efforts to little notes in cards all mean so much to them as they concentrate on this chapter of their lives.
"We are so thankful to everyone for all they are doing?" she said.

You can help
Visit the GoFundMe account here to donate directly. https://www.gofundme.com/f/96-treatment-supoort?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_campaign=p_cf+share-flow-1&fbclid=IwAR3J3hgaqzShmhbvr0Kn5Yh9wFP_EBVJFPgWmRv0UJBnp2SnNf-PrjhqD2k

A chicken and biscuit benefit dinner is planned for Jan. 31 from 3:30 to 7:30 p.m. at the Venango Technology Center. Tickets are $9 for adults and $5 for children.
There will be a Chinese auction at the benefit with dozens of baskets and other items including a bake sale
Other ways to help include a T-shirt, wristband and bumper sticker sale. The shirts and stickers are designed with a black white and blue flag with OCPD#96Strong and the words "In this family, No one fights alone," Orders for the shirts can be placed by Monday for $13/child or $18/Adults or $20 for plus sizes. Bumper stickers are $4. These can be ordered using a form found on the OCPD#96 Strong Facebook page or by stopping by the police department.
The wrist bands are $2 or 3 for $5 and available at State Farm Insurance in the Cranberry Mall, Heath's Market in Oil City, the Venango Technical Center or the Oil City police station.
A second benefit is planned for Feb. 9 at Double Play in Oil City from noon to 8 p.m. A portion of sales and tips from guest servers will go to the family. There will be a lottery tree at the restaurant as well.

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