Only Action Can Change The World

I didn’t march last week. I didn’t protest for the rights of women or scream horrid names at those opposing my views. Instead I donated clothes to a local family in need, I took leftovers from my fridge to a group of men who probably hadn’t had something homemade in years, I held the door for strangers, and even when I didn’t agree with somebody I still smiled and said “yes sir I hear ya on that, but I’ve got to go so have a great day”. I don’t like what the parents do with their free money instead of buying their kids clothes, I hope that one day those men will find their way and a better life, I found it rude when the elderly woman looked at me quizzically somewhat abrasive without a thank you for holding the door for her, and I didn’t agree with one thing that elderly man had to say about life, love, and politics. I didn’t judge those parents though and rant about how they are ruining their lives and their children’s, I didn’t look down on those men who live in a shack in the woods, I didn’t get an attitude or say something rude to the woman, and I didn’t roll my eyes and argue with a man who will never see things from my view. Last week when hate bombarded me from every angle in the news, on the radio, and in life, I chose love and my week and life was better for it. Continue reading “Only Action Can Change The World”

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Roses in December

December 7, 2002 was a muggy day. It hadn’t rained in a while and the sky seemed like it wanted to try. The gray clouds and somber sky had kept the sun hidden all day and even at lunchtime it had not peaked through with light. It was chilly, but not dry and it gave a sense of something eerie. I was 15 years old, sitting at the computer desk in our dining room on the phone with my friend Anna when my aunt and two cousins came through our front door without knocking and my whole world began to change with one look. Continue reading “Roses in December”

Thankful for Water

I saw a post last week on Facebook and it put a lot of things in perspective. It’s Thanksgiving week and everybody is posting about what they are thankful for. Pictures of husbands, jobs, co-workers, family, and children have all graced by screen from friends posting what they are thankful for in November. One of the most quoted verses this month has been “Be thankful for the little things in life, for one day you will look back and realize they were the big things” along with the pictures of their families, jobs, and friends. However another picture came across my screen last week as well and everything seemed a little clearer because families, jobs, and friends those are the big things in life, the little things, those are the things we never notice and this Thanksgiving I am so thankful for them. Continue reading “Thankful for Water”

Define Your Circumstance

It all starts with a birth. That baby becomes a child then teenager, and finally an adult who will make their own decisions and their own life. Who the baby is born to, what the child grows up in, and where the teenager has to live is never that person’s choice but the adult this person becomes is completely and totally that person’s choice. President of High Point University in North Carolina Nido Qubein was once quoted stating, “your current circumstances don’t determine where you go, they merely determine where you start”. Continue reading “Define Your Circumstance”

The Lucky One

I probably should be writing about something controversial. Something about America and its downfall or something about our history and not repeating itself. However, I personally think if you’ve been surfing the web, listening to the radio, or watching the news you’ve probably had enough “doom and gloom” for the week.

I’m not trying to take away from anything going on in the world today, lives are changing constantly, but when all you see is sadness, hate, and pain, it’s important to look for the sun even on the darkest of days. July 3rd  my parents would have celebrated their 28th wedding anniversary. Most couples would enjoy a day on the beach, fishing in the sea, or eating a candle-lit dinner reminiscing about the many years of life and love. If this were 15 years ago, you would see me walking down the sidewalk with a big bouquet of roses and a balloon headed to meet my dad and give him mom’s present. He always forgot the day, but never forgot to buy a gift, and only a man who has been married for many, many years would understand what I’m talking about. But time changes things and nothing stays the same, now the fifteen year old that would run around with her dad’s credit card buying gifts is a woman placing flowers on her dad’s grave as her mother grieves another year without her love. Continue reading “The Lucky One”

The Good Men

Jim Valvano said, “My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person: He believed in me”. I feel I could have said those words myself, because the greatest gift my dad ever gave me wasn’t the hundreds of tops, jeans, and skirts; it wasn’t the afternoon throwing and pitching softballs to me; and it wasn’t even teaching me the valuable aspect of “don’t look at the speedometer, just drive the speed you feel comfortable at”. No, even though all these brought joy, happiness, and smiles, the most valuable thing my dad ever gave me was loving me more than anybody else in this world. Continue reading “The Good Men”