In this era of victimhood Few share goals rather than complaints Gone is receiving all we could In this era of victimhood Self-pity does society no good When your own agency it taints In this era of victimhood Few share goals rather than complaints
Can you tell a story in 38 words using the following words in it somewhere:
CHAMPAGNE
TOWER
OVERDRAWN
DIPLOMA
The Ivory Tower most certainly has turned champagne colored. Only the wealthiest elites are able to buy a diploma. Degrees have no value to most but for ruining their credit for life and keeping their accounts perpetually overdrawn.
When media sells mobs seeing RED, Listen closely to what’s being said. Riotous “protests” sometimes, Far worse than ‘said’ crimes. Turn off the TV and go back to bed.
A city salesman who was quite proud of his charm Went rural without the slightest alarm Had faith he’d sell great But a huge bull at the gate Instead stomped him ’til he “bought the farm”.
Can you tell a story in 63 words using the following words in it somewhere:
NOODLES
CLINIC
SWAMP
DUNGAREES
OCTOGENARIAN
BARGAIN
Known as “Noodles”, an octogenarian living alone in the swamp, entered the clinic in his threadbare dungarees requesting to see Dr. Frost for his free ten-year checkup. Dr. Frost (of a similar age) had made a bargain to give him free treatment if his “unhealthy” lifestyle didn’t kill him first. Noodles simply grinned when told the doctor dropped dead 6-years before.
One meaning of an epiphany is “A sudden insight or intuitive understanding.” What epiphanies have you experienced in your life?
My epiphany of the realization that people have a spectrum of talents and temperaments. My first notice of innate temperaments was during my child caring years. Brand new babies were already unique individuals according to their playful or serious natures and their joyful or pessimistic tendencies and some were “risk takers” while others were “especially cautious”. None were better or worse just fascinatingly “different”. Of course, my own temperament gravitated to the children that were similar to me. I wouldn’t say I “favored” those kids but rather more easily “understood” them. I learned grace and humility when interacting with all those “little people”. I could imagine some of them as lawyers or leaders and some as caregivers or entertainers before they could walk. Studying, and learning from, them was my greatest joy.
I gave out nicknames as they grew. “Bigshot”, “Sport” and “Goober” come to mind. I marveled at the varying interests of the kids. Some wanted to make pictures when painting and others were more interested in how the water changed color when they washed their brush. This diversity of interests that I witnessed was not taught. It was evidence to me that we each have different purposes from our first breaths. They are all valuable and encouraging kids to follow those God-given traits became my everyday mission. I think we do each other a disservice when we expect everyone to understand and approve of us. Not everyone needs to “like” you, not everyone will “understand” you, and not everyone needs to “fit in” to government standards for learning or a popular vision of what “success” looks like.
To quote the Pink Floyd song: “Hey teachers! Leave those kids alone.” 😉