Tag: lifes lessons
member name: Kevin E.
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December 16, 2009 05:49 PM EST --
It all began when a train stopped Santa during a Christmas parade. It was that train that gave Tip Top Tommy the idea in the first place. As I think about it the whole thing began months earlier. To . . .
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December 06, 2009 10:13 PM EST --
You shouldn’t have.
Just say “thank you.”
It’s too big.
Just say “thank you.”
It’s too much.
Just say “thank . . .
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June 22, 2009 11:49 PM EDT --
As many of my readers know I teach in one of the poorest counties in Georgia. A typical school year is anything but typical. Teaching goes beyond what those who are not a part of the education world can . . .
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November 03, 2009 11:44 PM EST --
My friends outside of Georgia have accused me of being preoccupied with insects. I will grant you that some years ago I had a job as a bug killer but that has nothing to do with my interest in insects. . . .
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October 29, 2009 05:49 PM EDT --
Trains had always fascinated Tom. Walking by railroad tracks was always exciting for him. Whenever he was fortunate to see a train it always seemed to him that it was going to wonderful places. Trains . . .
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November 02, 2009 10:38 PM EST --
Twenty-six months ago I wrote an article titled Twenty Lessons I have Learned I said then that I was smack dab in the middle of Middle Age. I felt obligated to pass on those time tested truisms to . . .
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November 30, 2009 08:06 PM EST --
He hesitated just a step and he missed the winning catch.
He regretted the hesitation as long as he lived.
He hesitated just at the start and he lost at the end.
He regretted the hesitation . . .
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June 22, 2009 10:24 AM EDT --
I have been spending some time with a friend whose wife committed suicide some weeks ago and observed how hard it is for him to begin to pick up the pieces of his life. For him picking up the pieces . . .
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July 24, 2009 09:00 PM EDT --
During the day the little boy tripped and fell down every few feet seemingly over nothing. At night he dreamed he could fly like an eagle. When the little boy grew older during the day he struggled . . .
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July 27, 2009 06:53 PM EDT --
In October of 2008 I wrote an account of the difficulty in saying so long in a post called It’s Not Goodbye It’s So Long . I ended my account with "So Long...until we meet again my little . . .
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June 02, 2009 12:35 AM EDT --
A few weeks ago a friend of mine took her own life. The last few months I have written about heroes all around us and last year I wrote about fighting windmills. My friend is neither a hero nor did she . . .
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June 09, 2009 10:49 AM EDT --
I have a confession to make I am not now nor have I ever been a farmer. I admire the family farms and the farmers that work so . . .
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June 09, 2009 01:49 PM EDT --
Rotten Robbie Part 2
* It has occurred to me before I continue this story that it might be wise to describe Rotten Robbie's . . .
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July 22, 2009 12:10 AM EDT --
Dan and Don are special men. They are members of the same Special Olympic team and compete in the same events. They are the same age with in a week of each other. They have the same disability. They had . . .
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July 26, 2009 07:12 PM EDT --
Welfare has been a whipping boy for so long. There is a lot wrong with welfare. I have been among those who use the phrase "Welfare Attitude" referring to those who think someone, anyone particularly . . .
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May 25, 2009 08:14 PM EDT --
My informal study on those who read my writings show that they are brilliant people and have seen a lot in their lives. I am sure that my readers have seen a lot. I know that some have seen a horse fly, . . .
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August 25, 2009 05:27 PM EDT --
Step inside a split-level stucco home at the end of a cul-de-sac in California. Walk to the family room. Step inside the room. It is a well-lit room with bright colors everywhere. Sounds of laughter . . .
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October 03, 2009 11:04 PM EDT --
Laura Ann had been thinking, she thought best when she could walk in the sand in the cool of the night. There was something about the feel of her bare feet and the sand of the beach that helped . . .
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October 31, 2009 11:03 PM EDT --
Jenny stood on a cliff gazing into the horizon at the sailboats going in and out. She looked further out at the fishing boats heading towards the deeper waters. She looked even further out, as . . .
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October 03, 2009 11:21 PM EDT --
Those footsteps belonged to Pamela. She had been thinking. She thought best when she could walk in the sand in the cool of the night. There was something about the feel of her bare feet and the . . .
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