Objects in photo are larger than they appear.
Years ago I began a weekly post titled, “Winner or Wiener.” It was written to encourage companies that practiced excellent customer service and to encourage change in businesses that practiced poor service. I stopped writing the post because I was too tempted to make it a rant against poor service I had experienced.
Today I gave into that temptation. I couldn’t help it. This experience was too hilarious not to pass along. I know you will think I made this up, but it actually happened. I have witnesses who had to restrain me. At the end of the post you can answer the question, what are three slices of an olive worth.
Henry lay on his side, exhausted, a short distance from the
mill. Only the rasping sound of his labored breathing broke the still morning air.
From somewhere within Henry could recall the rush of adrenaline that had once accompanied his first energetic steps toward the finish line he assumed lay ahead of him.
He couldn’t remember when he had started running, worse yet…
It’s Mighten up Londay. I’ve lived with a low level of Dyslexia/ADHD most of my life. I often have to rewrite these posts several times to correct all the mixed up letters and sentences. When I heard my friend, Paul Aldrich – who also struggles with the problem, sing this song, I thought I would die laughing.
If you have Dyslexia I hope you find comfort in the fact that you are not alone. Welcome to the club. If you don’t have Dyslexia, sooner or later you will exhibit some of the symptoms. If you can’t see the humor in this, that is a sadder disorder all of its own.
I once got a stern lecture because I wrote this answer to a college exam question:
“It doesn’t matter as long as I win!” I had mistakenly read the question as, “How do you feel about racing?” the real question was, “How do you feel about racism?”
Any friends out there who live in my world?
How do you deal with it?
Can you laugh about it?
When my daughter Traci was small, I found her standing at the edge of the courthouse steps. I stood below her and asked, “Why are you standing there?”
“I want to jump,” she said.
What an opportunity to teach trust. I held up my arms. “Go ahead, jump,” I said, “I will catch you.” She moved up to the edge of the steps, cringed and moved back.
She looked so tiny, so scared.
Bobby Hart, Me, and Johnny Hart, creator of the cartoon strip B.C.
This is a tribute to a talented man who showed incredible kindness to me and inspired me to speak boldly of my faith in Christ. His name was Johnny Hart. He was a nationally syndicated cartoonist, creator of the popular comic strip B.C. and co creator of WIZARD OF ID. I had admired him for years.
Throughout his career Johnny found creative ways to share his personal faith and some of his controversial views through his cartoons. Although his faith and his opinions attracted criticism he courageously submitted his work major newspapers and those who believed in him continued to publish it. Imagine my surprise when he and his wife showed up at one of my shows. Please read to the end.