“Will you be a pallbearer?” he asked me.
I looked at him – not understanding the question.
A pallbearer is someone who helps carry a casket
at a funeral, and we weren’t having a funeral.
We were just… we were just here.… —-> Continue…
How would you feel
if you saved someone’s life ?
No, really. Quit “multi-tasking”
and give this some serious thought.
Picture whatever scenario you want to:
Pull a person from a burning building
just before the roof caves in.
Perform the Heimlich maneuver on a child
who was choking in a restaurant.… —-> Continue…
Just as I opened the door to
the machine shop, the sounds -
very LOUD sounds – of barking
dogs meet my ears, and
for a moment I wonder:
Will I be a customer today… or lunch ?!
The four legged carnivores met me first,
tripping over themselves trying to see
who was going to get the first bite in.… —-> Continue…
I keep thinking about her handwriting…
We would often write each other notes & letters – the good old fashioned kind with real paper and ink.
I loved her handwriting.
Her office was next to where I worked, which is how we met over 14 years ago.… —-> Continue…
Sometimes the greatest gift
you can give to others is to
let them be themselves…
My hat is off to the person at the great and wise
Fortune Cookie Factory who wrote this:
” You will enjoy true in whatever you do. “
Now, I’m not 100% sure what they intended,
so I’m going to go with the first thought I had:
The secret to success lies not
in doing what one likes,
but in liking what one does.… —-> Continue…
I was a bit choked up that night
after I put my son to bed and we’d
kissed each other goodnight.
I almost made it to the door
when his little voice said
“I love you, Dad”
Looking back at the morning’s events,
I’d carried a heavy heart through the day.… —-> Continue…
