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I was walking down the hallway recently with a young lady who appeared to be about 26 or 27. She was kindly helping me to find my way to an appointment with a specialist. As we walked along, she apologized for her gait, explaining that she had recently experienced knee surgery. She played sports in high school and college and her knees were now bothering her as she aged. Aged? Are you kidding? She had not hit 30 yet.
Isaiah 38: 2-5 is a scripture I want to recommend to Joe and Jill Biden. Verse 5 in particular is instructive. In it, God says "I have heard thy prayer." That line resonates with me because we are not just throwing up our words into thin air when we pray. We are sending them to a listening ear. And that ear is connected to a caring heart that forgives and renders massive mercy.
As I listened to several friends discuss their plans for Mother's Day celebrations, it struck me how varied they were. Plans ranged from dining in fancy restaurants to outdoor extended family cookouts. One involved a surprise. She didn't know where her children were taking her for brunch because her son told her they didn't want her to know in advance.
Years ago, my cousin-by-marriage told me about a story that imitates real life. It is called "The Howling Man" and was an episode in The Twilight Zone series.
Years ago, as I saw the tears at the end of former President George W. Bush's tribute to his late father, former President George H.W. Bush, I related to that son. His father died at the age of 94, and my father, William Lee Dove, died at the age of 94. Ninety-four seems like a long life such as Psalm 91 promises. But it still can feel way too short.
I once heard someone say that the best way to handle being hurt is to express it. Keeping it bottled up on the inside only adds to the hurt. Well, true that it may be, sometimes expressing your hurt causes others to also feel hurt.
There is a line in a book I just read that made me stop in my tracks. I had to close the book and ruminate on it for a while. Leaning back in my recliner, I reflected on what the author was clearly saying. The book is "Who Better Than You?" by Will Packer. The line is "Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun."
When I was a Freshman in college, I met a classmate from Raleigh named Winnona Swayze. We hit it off and were friends with another Freshman from Hillsborough named Deborah Sarita Cathcart. We all had other pals we knew, but we three had a special connection. Today, 53 years later, we are still friends who stay in touch across the miles.
I woke up and looked at the calendar to find that we are just a few days from the holidays.
As we celebrate Thanksgiving, I am reminded of how blessed we are to have a family. This week I heard from various people who are staying in during the holiday, some due to traffic, others due to weather. But with some, their relatives live far away, and they are flying solo not by choice.
I have a Soror and friend whom I met when we were representing clients on different sides of a case in 1983. As opposing counsel, we were supposed to have differing positions for which we argued. And I guess we actually did that
Bullying is like a stinky weed. It needs to be eradicated at the root, not just chopped off to grow back again. I can say from experience that being bullied is the pits. I have been bullied, and it takes too much energy dealing with it. Some people shrug it off, some fight back with words, but some people snap. That is tragic.
Sadly, this generation does not know of the days when we didn't bother to lock our doors. Parents could visit each other up and down the street and not worry about their homes being bothered
Deborah Lott from Charlotte, North Carolina is very smart. She lives in Atlanta now, but we speak often. She was my little pledge-sister when she joined Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill way back in the 1970's. She was smart then, and she is smart now.
Ever since I was referred to the North Carolina Governor's School by Mrs. Sarah Flanagan, my French teacher and the principal's wife at Savannah High School in Kinston, people referred to me as intelligent. I paid it little attention. I just like to read, and I love words.
Once upon a time, the telephone at our home hung on the hallway wall. It had a long, coiled cord attached so the receiver would reach to my room. I would rush home from school and finish my homework so I could call Jean Chapman to discuss all that had happened that day at Savannah High School, particularly on the playground.
Since the Pandemic, I have generally stayed in since meals and groceries can be easily delivered right to my front door. I still wear a mask when I do go out, and I most enjoy sitting on the deck over the ocean to let the salty air breeze blow over me then.
The late great Otis Redding sang a song called "Sitting On The Dock of the Bay." I have often wondered what inspired him to write those lyrics, where he just sat from sun-up to sun-down, watching ships roll in. What caused him to feel so lonesome?
