There was a time when mail mattered. When things of importance were delivered to your physical mailbox on your porch or in front of your house; long before the electronic one found today, on your desktop. These were the days when you waited impatiently for the new issue of Sports Illustrated or hopefully for that check in the mail. It was a time of relationships when you got to know the people who provided your services - milk, garbage, mail, paper - by their first name. And it was the heyday of the mail carrier.
I grew up by the tracks. Well, not exactly, but I lived by the tracks on a couple occasions in my life. It was because my family was low income and it seemed that the railroad always went through poor neighborhoods. Sure, it was many years ago and things were difficult and I guess some might feel sorry for me or anyone else who used to live in a low income neighborhood, down by the tracks. But please don't.
She wanted to be a minister. She was a woman of God. But back then women couldn't become ministers, or at least not in the conventional churches. But this didn't stop her. She preached where she could - in the few holiness churches that would have her, on the streets, at a friend's home, wherever someone wanted to hear a good word. And then one day she found her church home. A place that would have her as its minister.
What if you thought you lived an ordinary life with an ordinary person? And in this ordinary existence, you went about your daily routine happy that you were with the one you loved and satisfied with your quiet, ordinary life. But one day, quite unexpectedly, this ordinary life becomes dangerously unpredictable yet thrillingly invigorating. And then you find that this ordinary person, with whom you have lived, is indeed quite extraordinary, and takes you on an adventure of a lifetime.
The song came on. He looked up and began to listen. It reminded him of her. He looked around the nightclub for someone to dance with. "Oh well," he said. It didn't matter. He was stuck in Northern Germany and around him were uninterested locals. He doubted if any spoke fluent English.
He had come to Delmenhorst, a good size community just south of Bremerhaven and the North Sea a few days earlier as a part of a Military Police escort team. It was their job to meet incoming American troops at the many train stations across the northern part of Germany and help those troops deploy by providing escorts through the narrow streets of the Northern German villages. He had been working for three days straight, almost nonstop.
I'm happy to announce that my latest work, Seven Days in June, is now available on Amazon.com. The novel explores what the main character, Bobby Foster,an unemployed part-time college student, must do when when he found himself unexpectedly thrust into a circumstance against his will and completely out of his control. It's a circumstance that required him to make choices and come to decisions that would alter his life's direction and dramatically impact the lives of family and close friends.
Sometimes you wonder why certain things are put on your path. Many times, as you encounter them, they don’t seem to make too much sense – they don’t match. And this is certainly the case with sunflowers and penguins. At first glance, there is no match.
I took this photograph outside of Berlin, Ohio which boasts the largest Amish Community in the world and when I saw the buggy coming towards me, I was reminded of the recent electrical black-out that much of Ohio experienced a few weeks ago as a result of a violent, unexpected storm. The storm happened during the hottest week in the year and for days many Ohioans, including I, were out of power. It was absolutely miserable and I admit, I was one of those people dialing AEP to find out when the power would be restored. But when I passed this gentlemen and his buggy a question went through my head that made me laugh - "How many Amish complained to AEP about their power being out." And of course, the answer is none.
It is easy to criticize. It is very simple to find fault with something someone else is doing. This is especially true with our loved ones. Children seem to take the brunt of this criticism. How often have you seen parents admonishing their children over the child’s failure to do simple tasks, or to do something a certain way? I see it everywhere. I suppose some parents think that it is vogue to tear down the self esteem of a child in public. It somehow makes the parent a better, more involved adult. It’s never right to berate a child or anyone esle, in public or private. Yet it happens everyday, everywhere.
Goals are hard to reach. You have to work hard, be disciplined, and keep your eye on the "prize". They get harder in the light of criticism. Regardless of how well you do and the benefit that it will have for either you or others, there will be those that are standing ready to criticize. Well, the next time you are confronted by these folk, just take a moment and toss a five pound bag of sugar there way! Let me explain.