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355. A Story on Forgiveness in Seven Parts — Part 1 – I hear the words: “I have forgiven you.” I feel the wonder and question: All? All my mistakes—things I did—things I should have done? I do not plan the wrong, but still…
354. A Man Named Ted When my grandmother was supporting nine children by working as an aide at the Roberts School for Crippled Children in Indianapolis in the early 1900’s, she met a child named Ted Wright and eventually I met him too. At…
353. Enemies—Strangers—Love I’ve been thinking about the line that says “Love your enemies.” I feel like I don’t have a lot of enemies, but just off hand it would not be that hard for me to love a whole bunch of people far, far…
352. Empowering Blessing I love the blessing that the Unity Church uses. Here are the words (sorry I can’t put in the singing). — God is my source, God is my power, God gives me everything I need. So I give thanks for all…
351. Be Bold A good friend of mine had her husband of many years die. Early in her grieving she had spent time with her daughter. But the time came when she went home to deal with living in a house alone instead of…
350. The Small Squirrel — she was a small squirrel and the road was lightly traveled she ran to the middle then saw me and stopped — I slowed my car grateful for no traffic she darted farther across then spun around and headed…
349. Three Stages of Old I read the other day that gerontologists say that there are three stages of old in our society. The young-old are sixty-five to seventy-four years old. The old-old are seventy-five to eighty-four. The oldest-old are eighty-five and older. So…
348. That Aging Thing Back in #205 I wrote about my philosophy of aging—and I wrote it in an “Aging Rap.” Here it is again in a Zachariah story. We were in the grocery, and in the checkout line. Zachariah said in a loud…
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