I was stunned.
It was early morning when I stepped outside to fill our Japanese Koi pond. The hot days and wind evaporate the water level. While busy doing my chores and feeding the fish — it happened.
Unexpectedly, at first, just out of the corner of my eye. Then, I stopped and just looked. The sun was up, but still rising. The clouds were patches of gray, white, and…
“What did I come in here to get?” I mumbled under my breath, pausing to refocus on my mission.
During the presentation, I said, “The fourth step is…” when a loud noise at the back of the room interrupted my thought which created a long pause as I searched for the elusive word.
Can you remember how often you “forget” something?
Brain time shares
For your…
It was Saturday afternoon when a small team gathered in Independence, Kansas. I had never been in that room, only heard about it. Frankly, it was unusual that I was even allowed to be, in that room. I asked to attend.
The leader, clearly in charge, told me, “Sit at the other end of the table and don’t get up until it’s over.”
The…
Erin and Fred checked their email courtesy of Starbucks. The past few days they were disconnected from technology for a much needed get-away.
“Your attention, please,” the overhead page seeks another weary traveler’s attention.“This is the final boarding call for flight 372A to Kansas City. Passengers Erin and Fred Collins please proceed to gate 3 for flight 372A to Kansas City. The doors of the aircraft will close…
Don’t say, “I’m toning my body,” to a true bodybuilder. Even if they don’t use words, the condescending looks on their face will scream lack of respect. Bodybuilders build their body for a lot of reasons. But building muscle is the focus, not toning.
I’m not a bodybuilder. (Anyone who’s met me is nodding vigorously). I don’t even qualify for body toning. (More vigorous nodding). I probably…
“What do you do at work?” Howard’s daughter asked.
“I work at the college. My job is to teach people how to draw.”
Staring at him with the wide eyes and mature curiosity of a 7-year-old she had to know, “You mean they forget?”
Do you remember?
Given the pace of your life, the chaos of work, and the distractions of our information…
I was on my way to see Wendell. Riding the elevator to the 7th floor, I wasn’t sure what to expect. His wife Bonnie, his son Kent, and other family members were there, too. Wendell was one of those great individuals who loved life, loved people, and everyone else loved—for over 92 years.
His battle with cancer intensified, and it was now apparent that he was living his last weeks…
