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Minding your own business

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One night as a particularly hard, extremely long rain poured down, I discovered a leak in my roof. The leak became a minor problem. Finding a roofer to show up and fix it became the primary problem.

Is it just me – I know it’s not – or do many business folks just don’t care? For the most part, customer service is sadly lacking.

Now, I tend to understand this more with big businesses than with small, independent businesses. I’m to the point that when folks treat me as if my business really matters, I fall down on my knees, misty-eyed with gratitude and profusely thank them. Read More»

Unlocking the mystery of the keys

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At Mama’s house, which is now my office, I found a tea cup filled with keys, most of them tarnished but all of them a mystery as to what they could unlock.

Now if Mama was still with us and not basking in the glory of the Lord, I can absolutely promise you that she would have no idea where these keys belong. Three sets were on key chains, hinting of a higher level of importance. Read More»

Oh, the stories you will find

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A favorite book in my family, one we often buy for new college graduates, is Dr. Suess’ “Oh, The Places You’ll Go.”

I love it so that I have my own copy and pull it out from time to time, especially when I find myself in the “waiting place.” The beloved children’s author wrote a book aimed at adults and the road we travel in this journey of life. It is a wonderful creation of wisdom and humor. Read More»

My train ride to New Orleans

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When the yearning for a weekend trip to New Orleans appeared, much like the late night craving for a bag of potato chips, it took no persuasion to convince Poet to meet me there.

“Name the day and I shall arrive happily,” he declared when the words had barely been released from my lips. “I am, my dear lady, at your beck and call.”

And so, true to his word, the weekend dates I suggested were deemed “perfect” and the plans were put into motion.

“I have a notion,” I said to Poet, “that I shall take the train to New Orleans.” Read More»

Guardian angel of animals

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There are those – perhaps many – who would claim that animals do not have a guardian angel. On behalf of my animals, I vehemently disagree. They have one and her name is Jill.

Now, Jill looks as you would expect an angel to look. She is pretty — very pretty, in fact — with dark hair and a beautiful smile that lights up a room and a giggle that will quickly envelope that room and make everyone else giggle.

She is a young wife and mother, but she moonlights as a guardian angel. Thank God for Jill. Read More»

Southern way of death

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Months before Mama died, she worried incessantly about the cost of obituaries in newspapers. Some charge by the word, you know.

Staunchly Scotch-Irish that she was – and a child of the Depression – every penny counted for this woman of the Southern Appalachians. When I cleaned out her old freezer, I found four dozen large butter tubs of homemade vegetable soup, all dated with ink on a strip of masking tape, many going back as far as 15 or 20 years. She was cautious about the economy before it was fashionable. Read More»

Life always evens out

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Among the many things I have learned in this life is how everything evens out, how those who are mighty and rich can become lowly and poor while the lowly and poor can become mighty and rich.

I have seen many examples of both, which often reminds of the truths taught to me by my parents.

“Don’t get above your raisin’,” they intoned often, meaning simply to stay true to who I was, what I was and from where I came. Read More»

Deep fried, Southern style . . .

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A friend of mine returned a call of mine one day while he was sitting in the Dallas airport, waiting for a flight out. He explained that he had just spent two days at the Texas State Fair and it was, he said, quite a sight to behold.

“You wouldn’t believe it. You need to put it on your list of things to do,” he said. “You have never seen so much food in your life. And, get this: they fry everything.”

Hmm. Sounds like my kind of place. “Like what?” I asked.

“They have deep fried battered bacon, fried butter, fried pizza, fried peanut butter. They even have fried Coke.” Read More»

Taking my own advice

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If you’re like me, you probably enjoy handing out advice, both solicited and unsolicited. After all, those of us who have vast life experiences owe it to those with less experience to share our wisdom.

Don’t you agree?

Sometimes I’m asked for advice on that which I have no real knowledge. That doesn’t stop me. I just bluff it and advise based on how I would handle it if it happened to me. Or how I think I would handle it. Trust me, I can talk a mighty good game. Read More»

Unexpected hero found

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Out of curiosity, folks will sometimes ask who is an inspiration or hero to me. Since I rarely think in those terms, I have to stop and think about that answer.

Without fail, I always find that the ones who have inspired me most were common folks with few, if any, uncommon traits or accomplishments. Parents, teachers and others who offered a kind word, encouragement or wisdom when it was most needed are the ones who stand out most in my mind.

But now I have found a hero and from now forward whenever anyone asks that question, I will immediately reply, “Sandy Mary Thompson.” Read More»

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