My friend Gloria sent me this in an email. My eyes are still streaming tears. There are so many small and large acts of kindness we can do every day to have an influence on the world. I vow to do at least one today. Hope you might want to do the same. (Sorry, but I don’t know the original source. If you know, let me know and I’ll add an URL or acknowledgement.)
Thereare still so many good people in our world that we hear so little about.
This Is Anthony Borges, He Used His Body To Hold A Classroom Door Shut During The Florida Shooting, Protecting 20 Other Students Inside As The Gunman Fired Through The Door, Hitting Him Five Times. May He Have A Speedy Recovery
Firefighters In Arizona Putting Out A Mexican Fire over a wall
When You Reach 100 Years Old In Barbados, You Get A Stamp In Your Honour. Lovely
A Middle School Started A “Breakfast With Dads” Program But Many Dads Couldn’t Make It And Several Students Didn’t Have Father Figures. The School Posted A Facebook Request For 50 Volunteer Fathers… 600 Fathers From All Backgrounds Showed Up
Every Morning My Father Places Bird Food In The Yard For My Mother To Wake Up On This View
The Bride’s Father Died Ten Years Ago And His Heart Was Donated. The Man Who Received The Transplant Walked Her Down The Aisle
“Life Gave Me The Gift Of You” – Marine’s 4 Year Old Son Cries Tears Of Joy After Hearing New Step-Mom’s Vows For Him
This Old Lady Goes To The Supermarket To Read Books All The Time So The Manager Put A Little Bench For Her
Pictures like these ease the anguish created by the current daily news.
These tiny coral growths on this palm-sized rock I picked up on the beach may not literally be flowers, but perhaps the moss qualifies. At any rate, they are beautiful and flower-like. Had to share them.
At the zenith of her powers, the glamorous Ms. Z knew well the art of camouflage. No one could really see the heretic that lived inside the one in the first pew. Not even her most loyal friends knew she was a Jew.
Times call for extreme measures, whatever might protect and preserve us from dark powers, who if they detect any threatening differences might decide to strike. One yesterday thought “charming,” today just labeled “kike!”
What small differences between us do we all obscure? What hidden denials must we all endure? Convention is a schoolmarm with a ruler in her hand ready to dish out punishment for any action banned.
One drop of blood not Aryan or thought that’s not mainstream, any errant choice of style, any avant dream might be grounds for action, for all good people know
the harm that comes from those who might upset the status-quo.
*kike is derived from the Hebrew word for circle, which is the mark many jews made on their immigration papers coming into America instead of an X for their signature. Like many other racial slurs, it came from immigration officers who used it a s short-hand for a population group entering the country.
The prompt words today are camouflage, heretic, glamorous and zenith.
A barrage of dainty words like “Bless her heart!” and “Y’all.”
greeted me as I approached the entrance to the ball.
As I turned this and that way to fit me through the door,
it was then that I regretted the hoop skirt that I wore.
Finally giving it a yank and then one great yank more,
I fear I heard a ripping sound as something in there tore.
I grabbed a small mint julep from the tray that passed me by,
but waved away the country ham, eschewed the pecan pie,
for the merry widow that I was squeezed into
already had me short of breath and slowly turning blue.
A few spins around the dance floor with something in my shoe,
convinced me that my southern ball experience was through.
We exited the ballroom, motored out of the plantation,
and in the backseat I surrendered to severe temptation.
Like those giant pythons that shed their skins in zoos,
I peeled off my merry widow and my ball gown and my shoes.
My hoop skirt parachuting out the window brought a smile
as I disposed of finery mile after mile.
As we drew up to the levee and approached the shrimping docks,
I drew on my old Levis and a t-shirt and my Crocs.
By then my southern gentlemen was through with me, I fear.
He was driving rather fast and grinding every gear.
So it won’t be any news to you that our romance was through.
“Southern” is just something that this northern girl can’t do.
Prompt words used in this post were news, dainty and barrage. Photo is stock footage from “Gone with the Wind.”
A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it. ~George Moore
This quote says succinctly what I have been saying to friends lately. I no longer feel the push to travel but would rather stay home and think and write. At first this made me feel old and then I started to realize that it is in the natural order of things to seek and then reflect. It is not just a question of energy, but more a matter of the direction of one’s curiosity. The more I traveled, the more I found that things do not vary that much. Everywhere I’ve gone, the same personalities are sprinkled over the landscape. Only the landscape and the percentages change. Once you’ve found a place where there are the greatest number of people who appreciate you for who you really are, you have…