Over the years, I have done several mission trips where I worked in around 30 different nations. I have been blessed to experience many diverse cultures and learned that we live in a huge world that is, somehow, still very small.
For instance, I was working in Uganda a few years ago. While in the bush, hours away from modern technology or amenities, I saw a young boy wearing a T-shirt that said “Springtown Porcupines.” No joke.
One thing my dad always told me is that the sun will always rise again tomorrow. I always agreed with him when he told me that, however, it is one thing to hear it and another thing to know it in your bones. This week, I finally realized what he was talking about.
Father’s Day has passed and I hope that all the fathers out there had an enjoyable day with their respective families. I am sure many of them received some new rods, reels and fishing gear. These dads can try out their new equipment in Lake Graham and possibly set a new personal best.
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it...” - Ferris Bueller
They say all good things must come to an end. Perhaps this experience in London came to a conclusion quicker than anticipated.
Whenever you complete a phase of your life, no matter how big or small, it almost seems surreal. I, for one, was in disbelief until I submitted that final paper and shook hands with my boss for the last time Thursday.
The shocking events of June 30, 1903 may have left most Texans at a loss for words but not an East Texas editor, who wrote, “The tragedy is the first of its kind in the history of the state and is the most appalling in the annals of the South.”
Col. Robert Marshall Love was chewing the fat with a preacher from Bonham on that fateful morning, when an ex-employee burst into his capitol office. The unflappable official reacted to the rude interruption with a smile, a handshake and an invitation to sit a spell.
A Texas doctor, closing out a hectic week, hoped it to be his final medical appointment.
He stared at a Q-tip that was devoid of cotton at both ends.
“This Q-tip must have gotten right up against 5 o’clock Friday at the factory,” he muttered...
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In the span of one week recently, I felt that my photograph might be placed alongside a “customer is always wrong” essay, thinking my value about the same as a “cottonless” Q-tip.
On three occasions, I was “done wrong.”
Many years ago, I made a living remodeling supermarkets. This work is performed at night so the store can stay open during the project. The difficulty involved keeping the store clean, the department heads happy, and the groceries cold and fresh during the work. Maintaining the refrigeration system while we moved cases and equipment around was a great challenge.
