I was going through some of my mother's archives and found this poem she had stored away as a message to her children. Written in the margins were the words: To Donna (my sister) and Charles (me) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEwU86r-nTo&t=2s By Dr Margaret T Burroughs 1963 What shall I tell my children who are blackOf what it means... Continue Reading →
I think sometimes we mistake what feels really great right now for Gods Will and Plan for us. A lot of what is sent to detract us from Gods Plan feels REALLY good and REALLY right, but does that mean we should give our life for it? I think his plan is what we KNOW... Continue Reading →
My FatherSeeing my family when I wanted toThanksgiving tripChristmas Eve Likely (but thinking about how to downscale) :-(The freedom to go where and when I wanted without risking being in a hospitalQuite a few rounds of golfGiving and getting hugs (yes, I am secretly lovable and loving)Family and friends gathering at my parents house impromptuSeeing... Continue Reading →
By now, you have all have heard the tales of sports greatness attributed to my father. While amazing, this is not the thing I wish you to leave here with today. One time, a few years ago, after a lengthy discussion at our house about the greatest athletes from this city, my father said this:... Continue Reading →
BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY 1849 - 1903 Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but... Continue Reading →
Dear Lord, in the battle that goes on through life I ask but a field that is fair, A chance that is equal with all in the strife, A courage to strive and to dare; And if I should win, let it be by the code With my faith and my honor held high; And... Continue Reading →
I live for those who love me,Whose hearts are kind and true;For the Heaven that smiles above me,And awaits my spirit too;For all human ties that bind me,For the task my God assigned me,For the bright hopes yet to find me,And the good that I can do. I live to learn their storyWho suffered for... Continue Reading →
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for... Continue Reading →
Not What You Expected Sears Point, California, USA December 4, 2007 "Happiness is a function of accepting what is." ... This essay, Not What You Expected, is the companion piece to The Way It Turned Out. I am indebted to Chris Lacey who inspired this conversation. http://www.laurenceplatt.com/wernererhard/notwhaty.html
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