I Am Not God – Final Chapter

As my Christianity has come under close scrutiny here lately and I have been even been elevated to the status of God, I felt it would be necessary to go see the Pope for a clarification of my spirituality.

Shortly after genuflecting, and somberly kissing his ring, he said I was okay and not to worry about it.  “Have no fear my son, there are none who are appointed to sit in judgment on you.”  Was the exact quote I believe.

Upon returning from my emergency trip to Rome this week, it occurred to me that it might be appropriate to write my letters to the Internet Heathens.  I realized that with a few minor improvements, this chain epistle internet posting could be a powerful fund raising instrument for the moral doo-gooders who reside over in the dead-zone (MySpace, Facebook AOL), at the cyberspace address of AveryFew.com.

In my memorandum to the Internet Egyptians as my status now as “Apostle to the Pagans” it has come to my attention to reveal an intimate working knowledge of all I survey.  This epistle of the internet post comes to you from the lost land of Texas, home of the really big EZ Boy recliner and the Interstate forty 72 oz steak.

Grace be to you and peace.  Spiritual gifts will be delivered to you within four days of the posting of this information, and you in turn in the spirit of the Internet are to pass it on to all of your friends and family, and anyone else in your address book.  This is no joke.  Send copies to whomsoever among the gentiles you would comfort in all their tribulation.  Do not send material things.  Charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up.

While visiting the household of Thoseofus Whoprotestustoomuch, a Macedonian proconsul received the very same epistle and was greeted by his brethren with a holy kiss.  But he broke the chain, and now he is become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.

Dumbgailylus, a young student of the cloth, bestowed all his goods to feed the poor, and gave his body to be burned, but it profited him nothing.  He failed to circulate the epistle Internet post.  However, before his death, he received the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth.

Do not the following have mention?  LittleSugarlips a friend of both, had the gift of prophecy, and understood all mysteries, and all knowledge, and had all faith, so that he could remove mountains.  But he forgot that the epistle of the Internet Post had to leave his hands within 96 hours and now he is nothing.

In A.D. 2009, the epistle of the Internet Post was received by a young Galatians’ woman who put it aside to copy and send out later.  She was plagued by various problems, thrice she was beaten with rods, once she was stoned, and thrice suffered shipwreck.  On the last of these occasions, she spent a night and a day in the deep.  Finally she copied the post.  A trumpet sounded and she was raised incorruptible.

To these grave doings let us put an end

You my good fellows, are pardoned for your acts,

To others, too, my mercy shall extend

Now go, far and wide, report these facts

Stop throwing stones at me, and clean up your own act

Remember, Believeth all things, hopeth all things.

The epistle Internet Post chain never faileth.

Remember, “never — EVER — print a prayer or mention the word religion on the Internet” unless you desire bucket loads of email and unsolicited advice.”   This concludes our series on “I am not God” there will be no book deal or movie rights, just well deserved peace and quiet.

Now I ask you … “Aren’t you glad that I am not God?”


End quote:   “I am determined that my children shall be brought up in their father’s religion, if they can find out what it is.” Charles Lamb.

Everyday Heroes


Gimme an A!  — “We gotcha your eh … We gotcha your eh!”

Jonesboro Georgia – A high school dance team at Jonesboro High School was disbanded after parents complained about a provocative routine performed at a basketball game Jan. 13. A school district spokeswoman said the eight-member group will not be allowed to perform or represent the school the rest of the school year. No disciplinary action was planned.  Too much school spirit I guess.

Indecent Proposal

Bismarck North Dakota – State senators decided they don’t want the state in the business of registering strippers and sex shops. They voted 45-1 to defeat a bill that sought to require sex businesses and nude dancers to register with the Tax Department. The bill also would have required sex workers to keep detailed records of their income.  The first time I ever heard the word “sex workers” was in reference to hookers working in India, but it seems to have migrated to America.  It really doesn’t matter, “if there is such a thing as sex workers” then I am definitely “unemployed” these days and that is a fact.

Wedded Bliss

A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.  For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover.

In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife’s bedside.  She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dishcloths and a stack of money totaling $95,000.

He asked her about the contents. ‘When we were to be married,’ she said, ‘my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a dish cloth.’

The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dish cloths were in the box.? She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.

‘Honey,’ he said, ‘that explains the dish cloths, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?’

‘Oh,’ she said, ‘That’s the money I made from selling the dish cloths.’

Dear Lord, I pray for Wisdom to understand my man;
Love to forgive him; And Patience for his moods;
Because Lord, if I pray for Strength,
I’ll beat him to death, because I don’t know how to crochet.

Remember that old movie with Ryan O’Neil where the chick dies at the end and they say “Love is never having to say your sorry?” or some other hokey unbelievable line.  Love does NOT mean never having to say you’re sorry.  It means having to say you’re sorry over and over again, in new and different ways, every day, every week, every month, every year, until God grants you his mercy and you finally blissfully die.

That is love.

baracks-houseIt appears that Baracks House has finally run its course, and it is starting to wind down.  At one time, it hit an all time high of 128,411 hits in “one day” and that is certainly noteworthy.  Ever since the inauguration it has steadily declined in numbers and seems to be fading off into the sunset.  Each day the numbers decline and it becomes less popular, it enjoyed a good run, first posted in July of last year, it was a huge hit and numbers generator for this site.

What Makes A Hero?

The co-pilot of the jet that went down in the Hudson River last week received a heroism award this week.  What separates a hero from everyone else?  What is the dividing line between a hero and a dud.  I think about the Hudson River crash … and I wonder what I would have done … What would you have done?

Geraldo’s “conspiracy theory did not hold water either” that quietly faded away, which is what I would like to see the FOX Network do …. Just go away.  Flush Limbaugh and O’Riely in 2009.

Here is another strange thing about it.

Connecticut lottery officials had to stop selling tickets bearing the number 1-5-4-9 combination after the crash of the airliner.  So many people requested the combination that the lottery hit its 1,600 ticket quota the next day.  In the end it didn’t really matter, the numbers chosen were completely different.

People are really nuts aren’t they?

Reminds me of the one where the guy walked around all day long, muttering to himself, “Lord, give me six numbers on the lottery.”  … “Oh Lord, please give me a winning ticket on the lottery.” … “Oh Lord, just five numbers Lord, I don’t need it all to be happy.” … “Please Lord, if you give me a winning ticket on the lottery, I will tithe millions to the church.”

And then one day while walking down the street, a voice from heaven boomed down to this hapless soul who did not have a clue … The voice in a huge unearthly tone said … “Give me a break.  Buy a ticket!”

T.G.I.F. — Lookie there you made it.


“The cartoon courtesy of Center for American Progress” (online)

Once Around The Block


One of my readers has labeled CE as a “soapbox.”  I find that curious, even looked it up and still cannot for the life of me figure out why someone would label this “a soapbox.”  To me it is “diverse, interesting, but I don’t find it under the other definition at all.”  Soapbox (1.)  platform for speaking: something, such as a wooden box, used as a platform for making an impromptu speech  (2.)  box for soap: a box in which soap is packed

Maybe it is me, but I just do not get it, I must be old hat or something.

Eleven degree’s outside, and that my friends, is cold.  Downright chilly, and despite it all, I did manage to get out of the house for a brief trip to the mall yesterday.  Bought a new calendar, I was really torn between cute puppies and National Parks, ended up getting the one with all the shots of the National Parks.  I have had a puppy. Please bear with me this day, I am depressed and down in the mount, I need some sunshine in my world, and it is not there, if I did have a soapbox, I would break it up for firewood.

Back to the calendar, it is nice.  Twelve glorious shots of places that have to be better than here for 2009.  And I am ready, boy am I ready, “I cannot find enough shoes in the world to toss at 2008 and that is fact.”

Right now the wind is blowing about 30 mph out of the north, and I am not totally sure, but I believe it has been blowing across the top of some snow somewhere, before it reached my location.  It is bone chilling cold and I don’t know how a homeless person could even survive in this type of weather.  The windshield wipers on my truck have frozen up, and that is not the blades on the windshield, but the part that is attached to the motor, the motor shaft, and they will not turn.

Never did that before, that is cold my friends.

I read this morning, where a woman was found, alive, buried in over four feet of snow for two days in Canada after a car wreck.  They say she will more than likely lose some body appendages due to frost bite, but she survived and to me, that is incredible.

Tonight, I will fill that old bathtub to the rim with hot water, and I will soak in it and let my mind drift.  This is the modern day cure all for “Oklahoma Cabin Fever.”  My mind is my playground this time of the year, I lie in the tub, and I trip out to warm exotic places.

I will close my eyes, allow the warmth of the water to permeate my soul and the whole world is new again.  I sneak off to my secret place … Just me and the rubber ducky.

I can hardly wait.


“We need to take actual time every day to think about and express gratitude for the important role our homes play in our lives.”

Wind Win


Over eight years of the Bush Administration, the number of jobs in the nation has only increased 2%, the weakest job growth in the seven decades since these statistics have been complied.  It will be interesting to see how he re-writes that one.

53% of Americans favor passage of a $775 billion stimulus package like the one Barack Obama wants to push thru Congress, while 36% are opposed.  76% say they support major new government spending on highways, bridges, and other public-works projects.  18% oppose the initiative outright.

Now some five and one-half months after George Bush was criticized heavily for passing legislation without consideration, we have a 650 page document, loaded with pork, that is being urged to be rushed through the legislative process in the very same manner.  It had been my profound hope that members of Congress would have taken swift action on this, but it appears that they’re more likely to temporize it and move on.

Government deficit spending is not the solution to the problem, it has never worked before and it will not work now.  This is the same type of political manure that America is famous for … Throwing massive amounts of money at a problem hoping it will just somehow go away.  I suppose being all for it is alright, as long as you know what it is.

Spending our money here in our backyard is good policy and I am for that.  Large random infusions of cash won’t work, if it is not directly linked to the economy. We need to be writing new law for solar, for wind power, for American business, giving them incentives to go after this lucrative prize.

I don’t believe we ought to be farming all of our business out to foreign concerns, selling off our real estate to other countries or turning our infrastructure over to people who do not live here.  It is bad enough that we allow the hemorrhaging of our way of life and our society by allowing “American” companies to take the job overseas, and send our friends and neighbors to the house.

If we are going to build new roads and bridges, then use American technology and manpower, tools, to do it.  Don’t farm it out to Mexico or someone else, simply because it is cheaper.  We need a new power grid in this country, that is fine, and I agree with it.  Don’t buy the wind turbines and the construction of the massive wind farms from the European concerns that are wanting to sell it to us.

I don’t know, it appears that a lot of folks possibly believe that “electricity is just going to fall from the sky on a lot of this” or something.  Something has to turn; something has to burn, in order to make electricity.

You rush out and buy a New Volt from Chevrolet that doesn’t mean you are saving the planet, you still have TO PLUG IT IN SOMEHWERE it is still going to take something to power it.  You don’t have to be an Al Gore protégé to figure that one out.

You don’t have to look around very far to see example of bad policy, just look south to Mexico City.  The air pollution in Mexico City was once so bad that birds dropped dead while flying and children in school used to use brown crayons to draw pictures of the sky.  Mexico cracked down and over a decade or so, it improved so that much of its 20 million residents are now breathing better.

So we know it can be done, but it won’t happen by burning more fossil fuels, or “Clean Coal” the lie of the coal companies.  We need clean alternatives to our power problems, wind or solar, we do not need coal.  When people like T.B. Pickens tell us that it can be done, and it should be done, we need to at least listen to the arguments.

Think wind power only creates electricity?

Think again.

Wind creates something else, like thousands of American jobs.

It produces clean energy; it is also good for the economy.  Clean Coal is a lie, there is no such thing, it only exists in the imperfect unproven science of coal companies and nowhere else.  The demand for sustainable, clean modern energy has never been greater and limitless wind power can be put to good use in more ways than one.

It is a win – win as long as we stick to the game plan.

Use our people – our manufacturing – to get the job done.  Let’s keep our future in-house, not offshore.  Let’s rewrite NAFTA, roll up our sleeves and get busy.  Build something for our future generations and clean up our own backyard, then go help some foreigner with his.

All of this has happened before:  The NAFTA National Anthem. It is imperative that we do not allow this to happen again.


I Am Not God II

Recently feeling a compelling urge to come up with a solution to this unsubstantiated report that I am God that has been floating around, I drove out west of the city, to a large hill, and I sat there and meditated, took time to survey my kingdom, which mainly consists of the Interstate Highway and lot’s of trucks.

Once again, I took time to look deep inside and determine who it is that I am.

My hum-drum life slowly unfolded before my very eyes … I enjoy urban hang gliding.  On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge for elderly citizens.  I lay ceramic tile. I can wash a dog or groom a kid for Sunday School, have done so on one or more occasions.  Know how to trap a cat.  Move furniture and lift heavy objects.  I have never had a hole in one.  I can shift a tri-plex, duplex, 4X4, 6X4, without grinding most of the time.  I don’t cheat at cards, monopoly or trifle with other peoples women.

I got a Chiapet for Christmas and it has already went bald!

Life is good for me a starving abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless NFL bookie.  Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening-wear.  I don’t perspire.  I am a very private citizen, yet I receive copious amounts of email fan mail.  I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes to the “free” concerts at the zoo.  Last summer I toured all of New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration outfit.

I stand 5’10” and I weigh 200-none-of-your-business soaking wet.  I bat .375 when I am on top of my game.  Confession is good for the soul, so I have been told …. I have in my youth trifled with women — Guilty!  I have hacked off the senior sound manager of my church with complete abandon and I didn’t even have to sing — Guilty!  I don’t necessary think all Arabs are evil people — Guilty!  I cannot under any circumstance imaginable find myself liking Rap Music — Guilty!  When I was a little dinker and late at night I prayed, “I cross my heart and hope to die?” I confess, I didn’t really mean that second part … Guilty!

In my youth, I would climb electrical transmission towers just to listen to them buzz and crackle in the dark summer night.  I love my state representative in government, ol’ what’s his name?  My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles.  Children trust me.  Richard Simmons knew me when I weighted 350 lbs  ..  I can pump my own gas and check my own oil.  I can re-ink my own cartridges without making a huge mess of my office.  I can load the paper into the printer in under three minutes!  (Yes I can!)

I know and understand the meaning of verbose.  But often never adhere to the principle.

I can run a paper shredder, I know what Jennifer Lopez used to keep her dress on during the Grammy’s and I hit a $25 jackpot in Reno one time.  I have every Lawrence Welk record ever made, including his salute to Woodstock.  I buy cookies from the Girl Scouts and the Brownies.  Give them to my neighbors because I am not allowed to have cookies from the Girl Scouts and the Brownies.

I have been known to hurl a tennis racket with uncanny accuracy at moving objects, I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, David Copperfield and the Godfather in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dinning room table that evening.

I can locate studs behind wallboard without a stud finder!

My wife instructed me and showed me every food group in the supermarket.  I have performed several covert operations with the CIA in an attempt to locate WMD in the Cleveland area.  I sleep once a week; and when I do sleep, I sleep in a hard backed chair.  While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery.

The laws of physics do not apply to me.  I have eleven toes on one foot, I can swim faster than Chuck Norris, and I believe anyone who collects John Tesche albums or Barry Manilow records are wimps.  I don’t like sour cream on my baked potato’s and gravy on my sour dough biscuits.

I turn right on red lights all of the time, drive 8 miles over the posted speed limits, all of the time, I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills on my credit cards are usually paid promptly by the 15th.  On weekends, to let off steam I participate in full-contact origami.  Most of the time I cannot locate my car keys.

Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down.

I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a toaster oven.  I can eat sushi without upchucking it afterwards.  I breed prize winning clams in the creek behind my house.  I have won bullfights in San Jan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and Spelling Bees at the Kremlin.  I can operate a microwave oven and pop my own popcorn.

Often in the summer months, I will play Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis (before and after he died), I share my opinions freely and unsolicted, and spent the night at a Holiday Inn.  I know the first name of the Ice Cream Truck driver and the UPS guy.  I actually voted for Richard M. Nixon once.

I laugh, I learn, I sometimes cry.

I don’t want to be stinkin’ rich, but I would not mind smelling bad.  I have no real claim to fame.  Don’t feel the need to tell the world of my accomplishments.  No need to post my name. The highest title or accomplishment I ever achieved in life was … The title of  “Dad.”

And that was okay with me.

Fully understanding and well aware of the fact that I am not God, I just try and do my level best with all the talents and things that he has richly blessed me with.  I am also pretty sure that Oprah would find me interesting and a real hoot.  After all, “A man wrapped up in himself is a very small bundle” (Ben Franklin)  So that means I would be a good fit for her couch or Dr. Phil on any given day of the week.

Check your local listings.



Gone Fishin

A pig in rural China has taught himself to catch fish.  The pig’s owner, whose name is Han, says she was “amazed” when she first saw the animal wade into her fishpond and retrieve one of her tropical-fish and consume it.

The fish are left over from a breeding business that folded when the price of tropical fish declined and she is happy for the pig to get a little protein in its diet.  And she said that she is going to continue to let him dine at his leisure.

Here are some astonishing numbers for you.

American consumers in 2007 spent more than $12 billion for cosmetic surgery in this country, from 1992 to 2003, the number of breast implants increased some 675%.  But in recent months, because of the recession, the number has sharply dropped, the market has virtually collapsed along with the market for gas guzzling SUV’s jumbo mortgages and other frills.  It appears that the reallocation of income,, from boob jobs to say “food” might just signal a return to sanity in this country by the American consumer.

Another indicator of our …. Ahem …. “Sagging Economy.”

Yesterday the government announced another 50,000 American jobs went down the tubes.  53% of Americans favor passage of a $775 billion stimulus package like the Barack Obama says he will push for Congress.  I don’t believe the number would be so high if they considered the new banking bill  Obama is trying to push thru Congress is loading up with pork, and it appears that it is the same old circus, just a different set of clowns.

$400 million to NASA, millions to artists, new computers for Social Security, how does this “stimulate the economy?”  Looks like President Obama has found his dog, it is named the stimulus package.

It has gotten so bad, that American companies are now actually being forced to make “reliable products, and provide good customer service” in order to drum up business.  Unfortunately for them … there isn’t any business.  My daddy used to say to me “Son, that paycheck of yours, is burning a hole in your pocket.”  Now a days, that pocket don’t even warm up any more.

That is easy for you to say

“Simon gave me advice and said on [UK] The X Factor he always refers to a fortune cookie and says the moth who finds the melon finds the cornflake always finds the melon and one of you didn’t pick the right fortune.” Singer Paula Abdul, during an American Idol Show.  Well, I don’t know about you, but I am glad we got that one cleared up.

Buy Yo’ Ticket Takes Yo’ Chances

Portland Oregon is offering its first raffle, with a guaranteed, $5 million dollar payout.  250K in tickets went on sale making the odds of winning one in 250K which is a long shot, but better than PowerBall (1 in 195M) and Megabucks (1 in 6 M).  More and more states are choosing the lottery outlet to meet their projected tax revenues and shortages.  Wouldn’t this be betting against the house?

Bad news for Emperor Penguins or Polar Bears

A new study released this week states categorically that “the earth’s climate will be irreversible” for at least the next 1,000 years, even after emissions of carbon dioxide are halted.  This means decreasing human water supplies, increased wildfire frequency, ecosystem change and expanding deserts on the planet.  I can just hear Al Gore in the background giggling and snickering.

Bad Cop No Donut.

A 14 year old boy in Chicago who allegedly donned a police uniform and managed to go on a traffic patrol for five hours pleaded not guilty in juvenile court to impersonating an officer.  They judge ordered the boy into custody for several weeks as he could be a threat or a danger to himself.  They said the boy didn’t have a gun, never issued tickets and didn’t drive the police car.

Call Me Sick … But this cracks me up.

There were two buddies, one with a Doberman Pinscher and the other with a Chihuahua. The guy with the Doberman Pinscher says to his friend, “Let’s go over to that restaurant and get something to eat.”

The guy with the Chihuahua says, “We can’t go in there. We’ve got dogs with us.” The buddy with the Doberman Pinscher says, “Just follow my lead.”
They walk over to the restaurant, the guy with the Doberman Pinscher puts on a pair of dark glasses and he starts to walk in. The bouncer at the door says, “Sorry, mac, no pets allowed.” The man with the Doberman Pinscher says, “You don’t understand. This is my seeing-eye-dog.”

The bouncer says, “A Doberman Pinscher?”

He answers, “Yes, they’re using them now; they’re very good and protect me from robbers, too.” The man at the door says, “Come on in.” The buddy with the Chihuahua figures, “What the heck,” so he puts on a pair of dark glasses and starts to walk in.  Once again the bouncer says, “Sorry, pal, no pets allowed.”
The guy with the Chihuahua says, “You don’t understand. This is my seeing-eye dog.”

The bouncer says, “A Chihuahua?” The man with the Chihuahua says, “A Chihuahua? They gave me a Chihuahua?!”

Another Toe Tapper Comes Clean

Fallen evangelical pastor Ted Haggard said he had an “inappropriate relationship” with a male church member, but there was “no physical contact.”  What in the world does that mean?  That is like saying “the role of the lead goose is to break wind on the other geese.”  Oh well, I guess it is all water under a camel’s back.

Stop by tomorrow for I Am Not God II our second in an exciting series (yawn).  Finish each day and be done with it, you have done what you could.


O Happy Daze


You know I look at the headlines and they are just so dire, so outright depressing, I almost avoid them completely.  They are enough to make a guy sick, if you let it.  I tend to lean towards “Happy Stuff” I know that this is totally unrealistic, but what they hey, it doesn’t drag me down.

We are sitting on a mountain of personal opportunities, if you just look around.  I want to make a difference in someone’s life this day, I know that out there in cyberspace there are people who are not having a good day.  There are people who are getting a bad medical report, financial news, a kid who is sick, or a bill that needs paying and there just isn’t money to cover it.

They don’t need any more bad news — I don’t need any more bad news —You don’t need it either.

So I kind of naturally lean towards something lighter, something uplifting, something positive if I can find it, if it is possible to think along those lines.  Tiring of the ambsace numbers coming out of Washington, I want another shot at it, and I want a winner.  I am tired of standing on the curb and clapping when the parade moves by, I want to get out and the street if only to march and sing!

Most of us want or desire to be a good example in life, wouldn’t you agree?  I remember in High School, I was never the trophy winning athlete, I was the “example.”  The coach would point his finger at me, and then he would say something profound and inspiring like …. “Look at Smith, at least he finished.  He wasn’t first and he wasn’t last, but he did finish.” And I would mutter a lowly “uh thanks, I think?” and move on.

Now later, much later on in life, I am still striving to achieve something, anything, as long as it is positive in nature.

Following along those same lines, I recently took on a second job sort of thing, working in the afternoons.  It is something like the Wall-Mart greeter guy, only different.  I am now working at Weight Watchers, they are paying me $8.40 and hour to stand in the corner, there the weight trainers and personal rep’s point at me and yell ….. “If you continue to eat Twinkies and Ding Dongs, this is what you will look like!”

Always the good example.

Winners, I want stories about winners.  Rudy, Clash of the Titans, The Horse Whisper, that Will Smith movie about the homeless guy, and a host of others.  I want a movie where the dog comes home, the guy gets the girl, the storyline where the hero makes a difference.  I love stuff like Charice, the little Filipino girl who dreams of singing with Celina Deon and comes to America and does just that.

And she is good, knock down drag ’em out the door good, check out the video.  Her talent really shines in part two at Madison Garden when she sings with Celina.

Brings a tear to my eye every time.

Like most of you, I am sick of stories of big time bankers and politicians that get convicted, pick up the bag of money and waltz off into the sunset.  I don’t want to hear about the polar bears drowning or the Eskimo’s that cannot heat their homes or find any grub.  I am sick of all this negative crap going around, I want some good news.


Give me something like this story that a friend of mine recently shared with me.  In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

“How much is an ice cream sundae?” he asked.  “Fifty cents,” replied the waitress.  The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.

“Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?” he inquired.

By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.  “Thirty-five cents,” she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins.  “I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away.

The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies and she realized that he chose not to have a sundae, because if he had, he would not have enough left to leave her a tip.

You can make a difference in someone’s life.

Do something, anything, nice for someone today.  You’ll be surprised how much better you feel when you are the example and not the cause.


Comments is open, every reader with the letters A-N can comment now, O-Z you have to wait until tomorrow, or whenever you feel like it.  Have a great weekend.