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Who Helps You?
Several reels are going around lately that show a man driving a car, responding with a sense of forced gratitude to his wife, who is telling him to drive faster, put on his signals, slow down, or park right there. The wife is always referred to as “his little helper”, as if he can’t imagine…
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Tattle Tale/Betrayal
photo courtesy of Birmingham Museum Trust on Unsplash “Mom, she hit me first!” “No, she started it!” “Did not! She started it!” I’m grateful my kids have grown old enough to not tattle on one another anymore. But when they were little, somebody was always crabbing about somebody else. On long car drives, there would…
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It’s Not Fair!
picture courtesy of Claudio Schwarz on Unsplash Two months ago, I was in a car accident where a large black truck turned into my lane and broadsided me on the passenger side. It was pouring rain, and I was shaken so much that I couldn’t stop the tears. The young man who hit me didn’t…
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Bold; Brave; Brash
She looked a little less brave in the middle of a big hospital bed, her dad holding tightly to her hand. The soft cast the doctor fit on her left arm reflected the break to both the ulna and radius. But getting there was fearlessness. Sloane loves to move, whether it’s singing, dancing, playing, or…
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Is It Me I See?
We have a plethora of sandhill cranes in central Florida, and their hatching season is now. They strut all over our headquarters with an arrogance tantamount to their size. They’re annoying. They don’t seem to fear anything human. If you get too close to their chicks, they stretch out their wings, which extend six to…
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