In 1995 I had an experience that changed my life forever. I got sucked in by a promotional testimony in our church. I watched as cute little boys between the ages of 8 and 12 described what a mentor program had meant in their lives. They looked at their volunteer mentors as if they were heroes. That’s what I wanted to be, a little boy’s hero. I signed up for the program. It didn’t play out quite the way I dreamed.
This post is a little longer than usual but please take the time to read to the end. You may end up being someone’s hero.
We just returned from a week at the lake with all our children and grandchildren. Here are some fun pictures of happy faces mixed with a 10 practical guidelines that help keep faces happy during a vacation.
This is a true short story well worth the read! Put down any hot coffee and don’t operate heavy machinery while reading this.
Hope this brings a smile to your face!
As my son in law drove his two little boys, Preston and Bailey, to swimming lessons the conversation suddenly swerved. Daddy what is hell?
A Hero’s Morning Ritual
He was still a teenager when he enlisted in the army. He was one of twelve children, and he recognized his chance to make something of himself. He couldn’t know the United States would be at war within a matter of months.
At eighteen, he found himself in the thick of battle defending the Philippines against the onslaught of Japanese attack. One day he lay behind a log and watched as enemy soldiers overran his position by the hundreds. His capture marked the beginning of a three-and-a-half year nightmare. He became a prisoner of war.
A man and his wife were feuding at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. After a week of no communication, the man realized that he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight to Chicago.
Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (AND LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, “Please wake me at 5:00 AM.