As a child, did anybody ever tell you that you were different, a one of a kind? Or were you just a lost face in the crowd? Did you fit it? Were you left out? Did you choose to be left out, or did they simply leave you out?
Here’s even more to think about. Ask yourself these questions: Continue reading
I’ve done a bit of traveling around parts of the United States and have noticed a troubling trend. Maybe it’s just because I’m getting older and don’t understand the younger generation, but I don’t think that is the case. Because what I have noticed does not affect just the younger people. It has even found its way into the population we think of as older, bolder, and more conservative.
I think it’s come on slowly, but it really hit home with me not long ago when I witnessed it up close and personal. I’ve been guilty of that of which I’m pointing out, but I’ve tried really hard not to allow it to occur (even though I know it has from time to time). Continue reading
I just heard a song, really listened to it, that struck home like a sledge hammer ringing soundly as it strikes a spike. I don’t know why. I’ve heard the song many times before. Today, however, something must have been different.
At eighteen I knew what I wanted and where I was going in the world. A skinny kid with a dream, that’s what I was. A hayseed, straight off the farm. I had a dream and I knew I was destined to reach it. I was going to save the world from itself.
Somewhere along the way that dream faded into a misty cloud, disappearing into nothingness. Continue reading