Teachers have it easy

I couldn’t believe the words came out of my mouth. One minute I was in line to grab lunch and a cup of coffee, the next I let fly a few choice words. Fortunately for me, the guy, who dwarfed me by nearly a foot and a good 90 pounds, was too stunned to react.

I paid for my coffee and walked out of the store. When I was miles away, I let out a gasp. I was just minding my own business, waiting in line to pay, when the two guys behind me started complaining about the state of education.


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More than just turkey and stuffing

Like most people, when I think about Thanksgiving, a million thoughts jump to mind: perhaps, a morning Turkey Trot 5k; the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade; football on the TV in the background for much of the day; and I can’t leave out, mouthwatering turkey, stuffing, and mashed potatoes.

Someone else may point to cranberry sauce, green bean casserole or even pumpkin pie covered in a mountain of whipped cream. Maybe even the Pilgrims and the Native Americans who celebrated the Pilgrim’s first harvest in the New World in 1621. Or the thousands of U.S. troops scattered across the world on this Thanksgiving.

However, when I take a step back and focus on the day and its meaning, my thoughts and memories take on a deeper and more meaningful perspective.


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Patiently waiting for more patience

I remember the night like it was yesterday. I tossed and turned. My mind raced with questions and outcomes — some good, some bad. I turned on some music to help me fall asleep, but nothing really seemed to work.

I was worried. I had spent the day in a series of panel interviews. I was interviewing for a newspaper reporter position for a mid-sized newspaper in Connecticut. I had put my best foot forward, but I had no idea what the editor and his team thought of me.


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Pop goes the fizz

I know the research and I know the benefits of giving up soda. If I give up just one 24 oz. diet soda a day, I’ll save more than $500 in a year. Forget about the health benefits.

But it’s still challenging.

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A prayer for . . . all of us

When I briefly turned off social media last week and put others first, an amazing thing happened.

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The meaning behind the day

When Corporal Alvin York and his small patrol found themselves behind enemy lines and pinned down by heavy rifle and machine-gun fire in war-torn France late in October 1918, they had few options. They could continue to suffer losses or fight their way out for their own survival.


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Into each life some rain must fall

Whether or not you follow professional sports, it was hard to miss the Chicago Cubs swarming the field last Wednesday night and the happiness they brought to their fans.

Tears of joy flooded many player’s eyes as they jumped up and down like little kids. For all intents and purposes, they could have been a bunch of 12-year-olds who just won the local Little League Baseball Tournament.

In one magical moment, the Cubs had erased 108 years of frustration. A hundred and eight years of pain. A hundred and eight years of agony.

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When thank you is enough

The husband and wife couldn’t have been more grateful. The woman asked if we wanted something to drink or eat. I told her that I was fine and got right to work. A large group of coworkers and I were helping out a local organization that helps senior citizens with basic chores to help keep them mobile and in their own homes.

The couple’s house was a little rough around the edges and you could see signs that it needed work, but it was generally in a good condition. We were asked to clean up boxes in a detached garage and rake up fallen leaves. I remember thinking that it was all pretty simple stuff, the kind of chores I’d get to in the evening after coming home from work or maybe on a cool Saturday morning before kicking back and watching some college football.


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