A very simple, beautiful prayer.
If you listen closely, you'll discover the meaning of my title for this post.
Tears and goosebumps. That was my experience.
This is my hope, my prayer, for each of us.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=M5vrPaE5Y1o&NR=1
Monday, July 23, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
July 4th 2012
I have been thinking alot, today, about our freedom and liberty. I for one have not shown the gratitude that I should for these blessings. I believe the most genuine way to show that gratitude is to USE, really use, those gifts of freedom and liberty to the best of our abilities.
Our countrymen have died because they understood the true meaning and value of what we have here.
We as a nation, I believe, have the responsibilty to use our God given gifts to uphold His standards. I believe that we have prospered as a nation for that very purpose.
Whether you agree or disagree, in this country, it's OK. Because this is America.
We have the freedom of choice here, just as our forefathers and God himself deemed best.
May we each, and as a nation, choose wisely.
Our countrymen have died because they understood the true meaning and value of what we have here.
We as a nation, I believe, have the responsibilty to use our God given gifts to uphold His standards. I believe that we have prospered as a nation for that very purpose.
Whether you agree or disagree, in this country, it's OK. Because this is America.
We have the freedom of choice here, just as our forefathers and God himself deemed best.
May we each, and as a nation, choose wisely.
How to Double Your Sales or Fat Guy Olympics
Red in the face, perspiration beading on his brow, blood pressure
on the rise, when the sales associate seemed to appear out of nowhere.
“Can I help you?”
The following account is from a close personal friend. This
friend, who shall remain nameless, is by his own admission ‘a little’
overweight. He has also been the recipient of a knee replacement and is in line
for yet another knee surgery.
On this particular day of retail gathering he was in search
of a pair of jeans. His hunting grounds, a big box store. Normally in these
establishments the only time an associate would offer to help is if it were blatantly
obvious you preferred to be left alone. Today, somehow, was different. Perhaps it
was the bulging vein on the neck or the labored breathing, but something drew
the clerk near.
“Can I help you?” : This
was the routine, programmed greeting.
“Well I’m not sure. I need a pair of jeans. But I don’t know
if you have my size. You see you have the skinny guy jeans up here on the top shelves
and the fat guy ones near the floor. It seems to me that this backward. The
skinny guy won’t have any trouble crawling around on the floor to make his
selection while this is an Olympic event for us old fat guys. Why would they
set it up this way?” He pauses to catch his breath.
My, this was outside the clerks’ level of big box training…she
would try and wing it. Had she known my friend she would never have ventured
into this uncharted ground.
”Well it’s just store policy and I don't think they sell as many of the larger sizes.”
“No, I don’t suppose they do! Do you think that if we could
actually find and reach what we needed that you might sell more of them?”
And so ends this tale of fat, gimpy guys and store clerks, of
common sense versus retail sales.
I’m not convinced that my friends’ idea was understood or
passed on through the proper channels, because the last time I checked the
arrangement was still, lean to large, in descending order.
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