Seriously, what is more awesome than waking up to the sound of birds singing outside an open window in the spring? A cool breeze blowing through the house with the smells of earth--new mowed grass, spring flowers, a lake? The colors of spring flowers and blossoming trees alone is an awesome sight. The redbuds, the Bradford Pear trees, the dogwoods. Baby bunnies hopping around in the grass, birds bathing in the birdbaths that we have provided for them, squirrels sunning themselves on your deck rail. It's absolutely incredible. The entertainment value is priceless and yet, it's all free.
I know that scientists, are very intellegent people, but if they don't get that this was all planned, not just some weird accident, then they're really not as smart as we give them credit for.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Dropping the Ball
Well, I've pretty much dropped the ball as far as wanting to report only good news here. It's out there all right, I've just not been deligent about finding it and reporting it here. Too many other trivial daily issues have gotten in my way. The "good news" is, I don't think anyone reads this, so I've only disappointed myself. ; )
Speaking of disappointing one's self, I did that big time yesterday. A found myself in a situation where I could really help someone that was in a very bad situation and I failed. And I'm sure it's because my heart/mind was not in the right place when I decided to take the task on. Here's what happened. I stopped to help a very distraught woman who was walking (tripping and stumbling) down the highway and having difficulty carrying what looked like two very heavy bags. I pulled over thinking I'd give her a ride as far as I could in the direction that I was going. This is something I have never done before--picked up a stranger on the road. It ends up, she didn't need just a ride or even money--she had no place to go, she had been kicked out of her boyfriend's place. Instantly, my mind went from "How can I help this woman?", to "Oh no, now what am I going to do?" All my thoughts suddently were focused on my personal safety and
the inconvenience to me that this has become. I don't want to turn this story into a novel, so here is the short version. A police officer arrived shortly, we discussed the situation and I ended up taking the woman back to her boyfriend's place with a police escort. I felt safe, she was off of the highway and I could go about my day. The end.
Not hardly--all I can think of now is what kind of person am I? What may have happened to that woman after I left? Tammy was her name.
I guess this is the good news: I will be soul searching now (for however long it takes) to figure out who I am and what kind of person I really am. And hopefully, I will be able to make any changes necessary.
Be blessed.
Speaking of disappointing one's self, I did that big time yesterday. A found myself in a situation where I could really help someone that was in a very bad situation and I failed. And I'm sure it's because my heart/mind was not in the right place when I decided to take the task on. Here's what happened. I stopped to help a very distraught woman who was walking (tripping and stumbling) down the highway and having difficulty carrying what looked like two very heavy bags. I pulled over thinking I'd give her a ride as far as I could in the direction that I was going. This is something I have never done before--picked up a stranger on the road. It ends up, she didn't need just a ride or even money--she had no place to go, she had been kicked out of her boyfriend's place. Instantly, my mind went from "How can I help this woman?", to "Oh no, now what am I going to do?" All my thoughts suddently were focused on my personal safety and
the inconvenience to me that this has become. I don't want to turn this story into a novel, so here is the short version. A police officer arrived shortly, we discussed the situation and I ended up taking the woman back to her boyfriend's place with a police escort. I felt safe, she was off of the highway and I could go about my day. The end.
Not hardly--all I can think of now is what kind of person am I? What may have happened to that woman after I left? Tammy was her name.
I guess this is the good news: I will be soul searching now (for however long it takes) to figure out who I am and what kind of person I really am. And hopefully, I will be able to make any changes necessary.
Be blessed.
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