By Doug Creamer
Religious Freedom in some workplaces
Google, Target, Facebook Rank High for Commitment to Religious Inclusion, Report Show From Christian Headlines
102 Year Old Man Retires
Bob Vollmer has stories. Lots of stories.
But at age 102 and with 57 years on the job, Indiana’s oldest-ever state government employee is moving on to a new story: retirement. From USA Today
Diabetic Alert Dogs
The Hope And Hype Of Diabetic Alert Dogs From NPR
A Valentine
By Ann Farabee
Turkey Stops Traffic
Watch a turkey stop traffic so all his buddies can cross the road safely. From Facebook Fox 29
So, Why Can’t Everyday Be Like Christmas
By David Freeze
I often wonder if others get as excited about every new day as I do. I just came back in from a Sunday run, amazed that I got to see one of those sunrises filled with reds, blues and oranges. That sight was awe inspiring, but I wouldn’t have seen it without getting up at 4:40am, running the right route and finishing just at the right time. Within minutes, the awesome sunrise had clouded over.
I mentioned getting up at 4:40am. Some days, I can’t even wait that long. Two things have happened to my day as I’ve gotten older. I go to bed later and I have continually pushed my get up time earlier. It isn’t always when I wake up because the alarm does break the silence on some mornings. Still, on most days, I am already awake by the planned “get out of bed” time.
What makes the early mornings happen is the excitement for the upcoming day. I remember one Christmas morning when I was about 12. There was a good chance that a real bicycle of my own was going to be under the tree, or at least in the same room. Just on the other side of one door, the magic of Christmas waited. I hardly slept that night and finally at some point had to get up and look. What I found was a brand new Schwinn bicycle, all shiny and ready for all the joy it could bring. I didn’t know how to ride but anticipation of learning was another joy ahead.
Over the years, I began to seek those days with something special on the agenda. Including those made by others as much as driven by me. The best ones come with maybe a little missed sleep filled with anticipation with what might happen. Others are surprises, just like the sunrise this morning.
In just the last few days, here are a few examples. Our local running club culminated months of planning Wednesday with the announcement that a check for over $13,000 would be presented to Rowan Helping Ministries, our local homeless shelter. One of my favorite young runners just scored 1,000 points in her high school basketball career. And my YMCA basketball team, 5th and 6th graders, just finished their season yesterday with huge improvement and many lessons learned over a 10 week season. Today, I saw the sunrise.
Those few days of excitement should lead to more. In fact, I will do my best to make it so. My new granddaughter is coming to visit tomorrow afternoon, with no particular agenda. That’s right after I get to work with three of my wellness clients who are seeking better health. Interaction with them is always fun. Mixed in is a produce delivery to Partners in Learning, something that I started years ago in hopes of improving the diet of day care kids and staff.
There is much to do. We’re planning a much improved walking and running track at one of our area parks. The pieces are coming together. And an annual fundraiser called Love They Neighbor is well underway to benefit a young mother with colon cancer.
Back to the early mornings, why does it work for me? Years ago, as a young dad, I remember getting up at 5:30 am nearly every day. Since then, my mornings consistently get earlier. And people seem to marvel at that. I don’t understand why. I want more of those experiences described above. As much for experiences received as for gifts I can give. Fitting them in with my daily exercise and work responsibilities have driven the earlier wake-up time. I’ll take the trade!
I recently came across a forgotten Bible verse that backs these thoughts. From those to whom much is given, much is expected! Luke 12:48. Count me in Lord, I’ll do what I can.
All this from a guy with two small year-round Christmas trees, one upstairs and one down. Yes, the lights stay on full time. As for me, I’m going to celebrate Christmas every day!
True Love Story
She was a dancer, he was an Army ranger. 30 years later, they still write daily love letters – From USA Today
Now That’s Love!
Undying love: Years after losing cancer battle, he still gets wife Valentine’s Day flowers – From USA Today
The Valentine
By Ann Farabee
On that day, most teen girls at my high school were looking for – or hoping for – a valentine. I was no exception. Throughout the school day – nothing. Hope had begun to dwindle, even though I had been ‘dating’ someone for a few months.
I got home from school. Walked in the front door.
There it was!
A box. A really big box. A really really big box. It seemed to fill the room.
Pink gift wrap covering it. Red bows draping over it. Red ribbons from side to side. Red ribbons from top to bottom.
The box was much taller than this young girl – as I stood there staring up with an incredulous look on my face.
That box was for me!
And there he was – the boyfriend – stepping out from inside the box.
My valentine had been personally delivered.
I suppose a lot of people had gotten chocolate, roses, or both – but I had been given the memory of a lifetime.
I may have been handed chocolate and roses, but I really do not remember.
It was all about the box – the big box.
It was half a century ago, and now I somehow see it more clearly than I did then.
I think of a teen boy:
Wanting to give a special gift.
Getting the courage to tell his parents his idea.
Looking for – and attaining – a refrigerator box.
Using his money from a part-time job to buy a ton of gift wrap, bows, and ribbons.
Getting the courage to tell my parents his plan.
Struggling to wrap a refrigerator box and finish it off with ribbons and bows.
Waiting at my home with my parents for me to arrive.
Valentines is the sweetest, isn’t it?
I feel sure I had never even dreamed at that moment that I would be celebrating February 14 for many years to come with thousands of students over many many years of teaching.
It has never gotten old.
Beautiful fancy cards that were practically embellished with jewels.
Cards stating, “You blow me away!” with a blow-pop attached.
Or “I chews you,” with gum attached.
Or, “You rock!” with pop rocks attached.
Boxes of candy hearts.
Boxes of chocolate.
Flowers.
Cupcakes. Ahh… the cupcakes.
Handwritten love notes slipped secretly onto my desk..
I wish I had saved every single one.
I wonder if they would fill the refrigerator box had I saved it.
My mother handing me a box of chocolates when I was just a little girl.
My children slipping me a valentine they made secretly in their rooms.
My husband handing me a card and telling me he loves me.
Priceless.
Please tolerate my moment of nostalgia for February 14.
I leave you with the words of this special song from the Beatles:
All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.
Happy Valentines Day.
I love you.
Make a memory.
Hold it in your heart… forever.
Ann is a speaker and teacher. Contact her at annfarabee@gmail.com or annfarabee.com