Sending this seasonal, succinct, second hand sentiment because it is far better than I could have put into words. Happy New Year!
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.
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Particularly at this time of year!
However, there is always lots to be thankful for. Family, friends, a warm home, good food, and YOU.
I’m really grateful for all of my followers, and for those that I follow, on WordPress.
I love the humour, the candour, the help, the advice, the comments, the really serious posts, the absolutely zany posts, the travel, the food, the photos, the recommendations. Some blogs I read every single word, some blogs I dip in and out of, some I visit infrequently. I consider you all as friends.
Thank you one and all, and may I wish you (an early) Happy New Year. I hope that 2018 brings good health, peace, contentment and as much success in your writing/blogging as you would wish.
AND THANK YOU
It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.
She was only alive because she could play the piano. That much had been made plain.
Her family had all been killed! Her friends too!
She dare not play top C on the keyboard, that would give the game away.
She had removed that string to hang herself.
She would soon join her family!
A lovely article, written by a lovely man, and shared by another lovely man, and I know neither of them, nor have I met them. It’s often the little things that make the biggest impact.
There was “something about Aiken” that I first noticed during my visits in early 1999. We were considering buying the funeral homes and cemetery there and surely didn’t want to make a bad decision. I didn’t feel the stress we sometimes felt in Columbia, where we had lived for three years. Aiken was different. This guy and his wife, both from New Jersey, took the leap, purchased the businesses and moved to a beautiful, small Southern city.
Funeral service, like many businesses, depends on the building of trusting relationships and following through on promises made. I was fortunate to get acquainted with many community leaders and their help, guidance and example were invaluable. For me, it was the people that made Aiken different.
One of those people/leaders was Jeff Wallace. Jeff was the editor of The Aiken Standard for most of the years we owned our businesses. We…
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Possibly the best blog ever. Especially if you are a Dad with daughters. Do read, have a good laugh, and you may think, like me, “I wish I had this when my little girl was dating.”
Megan, Elissa & Kelliann, somewhere in Ashville, NC
I decided to re-post this from 2012. It was a hit back then and I am told that it hangs on refrigerators all around the world.
There are many new readers who have never seen it.
The photo? Well, that was from Elissa’s “Bachelorette Party” this weekend. They aren’t little girls any longer, but I’m still their Daddy.
This is America. Not the rubbish we see in the papers and on TV, not the over rich politicians who have no idea what it is to be hungry, or have nowhere to rest, not the overpaid sports, media, and entertainment “stars”. These are the stars!
I returned home just days following Hurricane Harvey’s rampage through this part of Texas, getting a first hand view of the devastation to some 100+ families, not including the dozens of businesses that were impacted in our small town. The saddest part of this tragedy is most of those affected could not afford these life changing events.
They lost everything…except each other. They have no clothes, no shoes, no food, no furniture, no school supplies, no homes, no direction…and no money.
Rebuild? How? With What?
Pull yourself up with your boot straps? Who has boots?
I sat with a restaurant owner yesterday as she handed out grocery store gift cards, clothing store gift cards, and cash to her staff members who have no place to live, and no means to ‘start over’. It was important that the restaurant open because these folks needed to get a paycheck, and that wouldn’t…
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Thank you blogger friends
you enhance my life each day
I hope I do yours!
For animal lovers everywhere, a lovely tale to brighten your day, with maybe a little tear!