Wonderful story by Chris Huntington in the New York Times on Learning to Measure Time in Love and Loss:
On regretting missed opportunities:
“I’m constantly aware of lost opportunities. I used to think such lost opportunities were beautiful towns flashing by my train windows, but now I imagine they are lanterns from the past, casting light on what’s ahead.”
“When you’re 20, five years is a long time, so they act out. I used to be like that. But now I’m two-thirds done, so every day is taking me closer to the door. When I think like that, I can get up in the morning and smile.”
On love and loss:
“Our son is from Ethiopia, where I once saw a dead horse on the side of the road that resembled an abandoned sofa. I asked a friend if we needed to do something about that, and he said the wild dogs would take care of it. We took our son far away from all of that five years ago, which may seem like a kindness, except it also hurts. I wish our son could know those dirt roads and the way they looked like chocolate milk in the rain, the way the hillsides were a delicate green, the way our driver would not go into the zoo because he was disgusted by the concrete ugliness of the lion cages. I wish my son’s birth parents could see him swimming. He’s such a good swimmer. I wish they could hear him reading books aloud. I wish he could know them. I wish our son could speak Oromo, the language of his birth. Our story, so full of love, is also full of loss.” [Read more...]
The Dancing Usher and an excited young fan have an impromptu dance-off when the Pistons played the Knicks at home Nov. 19, 2013.
Love this young man!
Thank you Eric.
The mind is buzzing.
Thoughts zipping around like skeeter bugs on the surface of a still pond.
Most leaving faint ripples in their wake.
Work. Weight. Weekend. Work. Work. Work.
But One lingers. And has lingered since yesterday morning.
I’m pulling out of the gas station.
The morning traffic is blocking the exit.
Nine cars pass.
A pick-up finally stops.
I can see the outline of his face.
He’s not smiling.
He doesn’t wave me in.
He just stops.
One small gesture.
And it stuck.
And that small gesture…
Led the mind to leapfrog to The greatest crime of all… [Read more...]
His name tag said Antonio. He wore creaseless khaki shorts. An olive green polo shirt. Spotless white shoes. The hotel staff uniform. And, I’m guessing he was in his early 30′s.
Cherub. That’s the word that immediately came to mind. I looked it up after returning home from vacation. ”A chubby, healthy-looking child with wings. A cherub is a type of spiritual being usually associated with the presence of God.” A message to me? A message from “Above” to the Believer of Convenience?
From late morning until late afternoon, he’d walk the beach with a wooden tray offering complimentary plastic shot glasses of mango smoothies, cappuccino ice cream coffee shots and strawberry shakes. Every few hours, he would offer to clean your sunglasses – - and would do so with such care you would think he was holding a caterpillar.
He offered a perma-smile. The man radiated Light. [Read more...]
I can’t say that I execute every day, but I do believe this. Yes I do.
un·be·liev·a·ble/ˌənbəˈlēvəbəl/: So great or extreme as to be difficult to believe; extraordinary
“After being abandoned by her mother, a baby fawn, Pippin, was adopted by a Great Dane, Kate, and they have been best friends ever since. Kate’s owner Isobel Springett describes the uniqueness of their relationship: “When they greet each other, I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s not a deer greeting a deer. It’s not a dog greeting a dog. It’s definitely something that they have between the two of them.”
Time for guaranteed smile…Tugger is an 8-month labrador puppy. Here’s Tugger vs. Doorstop. Don’t you just want to give this little guy a hug?!
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