From the monthly archives: "December 2013"

It’s that time again. Those few days in between the month spent at a dead run getting ready for all the festivities of the 24 hours that is Christmas which has now past and the coming of the New Year. That time when we tend to reflect on what was and look forward in anticipation of what is to come.Traffic Sign - Don't

A time many spend thinking about what they want to do differently in the coming year. You know what I’m talking about. It’s the time of preparing the dreaded “RESOLUTIONS.”  They are the plans we make for ourselves that usually include things like losing weight, eating healthy, exercising daily, cleaning out the clutter, the closet, making that scrapbook that you swore to make the year your child was born.

Have you ever noticed how RESOLUTIONS are rarely achieved? I believe it is because mapping out MY RESOLUTIONS is nothing more than me trying to take control over something in my life for which I never really had control. Even my most noble of goals, those related to others, end up being all about me and my sheer determination to take control of myself and the things around me so that something or someone will change to satisfy me. Read Full Article →

heart_mini I exited Walmart a couple of nights ago into a crowd of gawkers. There had been an accident. I breathed a sigh of relief as the woman on the ground being attended by three men was speaking in coherent sentences. As I scanned the crowd to figure out what happened I saw her. The woman in tears, clearly shaken and on her phone standing outside her car. She was the reason. I could hear the sirens as the fire engine and ambulance arrived followed almost immediately by a police car.

I started thinking, “What is happening here?” as my mind flashed to the images on the news from the day before, where just a block away, an SUV crashed into a Starbucks. Several people were injured, one critically. There were no drugs or alcohol involved, just a slip of the foot on the accelerator. I did not any of the people involved, but I have friends who did.

Within less than 24 hours in mid-December, the “Most Wonderful Time of the Year”, lives were changed. I doubt those involved would call it wonderful.  Not the man from a local ministry unexpectedly hit by a car in the middle of Starbucks while innocently holding a meeting, who has undergone one surgery and is facing another. Nor the poor woman lying on the ground in front of me who had been walking in the crosswalk from the parking lot towards Walmart and not for the women who were driving the cars, absentmindedly causing “accidents”. Read Full Article →