wow it has been awhile.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
June already
wow it has been awhile.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
New Week
Monday, February 2, 2009
Monday
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Smile
"Debacle of gigantic proportions" LMAO.
Worse loss in franchise history.
Oh and I am raising me some hockey fans! Little J has decided that Oilers aren't her favorite anymore (small win), but that she like ALL hockey teams and players. OK I can accept that.
It is a good day. Good to be alive.
VERY good. Listening brings things together. Living with intent and designing your life stuff, ROCKS!!
That reminds me, I need to send Kimberly a wins letter. Another Harry test.
That and ask for the letters of introduction for those key people.
Wouldn't that be something??
To another snowy day, and smiles.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Sweet Mother of Pearl !


Saturday, January 17, 2009
To the New
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Well Well Well
Oh My lanta!

Friday, January 9, 2009
Fundamental Natural Law #30
The Taxi ride
I arrived at the address where someone had requested a taxi. I honked but no one came out. I honked again; nothing. So I walked to the door and knocked. “Just a minute, answered a frail elderly voice. O could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knick-knacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
“Would you carry my bag out to the car?” she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, and then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly towards the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. “It’s nothing,” I told her. “I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated.”
“Oh you’re such a good boy”, she said.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, “Could you drive through downtown?”
“It’s not the shortest way,” I answered quickly.
“Oh I don’t mind,” She said “I’m in no hurry; I’m on my way to a hospice.”
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. “I don’t have any family left,” she continued. “The doctor says I don’t have very long.”
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. “What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.
For the next two hours we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighbourhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said. “I’m tired. Let’s go now.”
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small covalence home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. “How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into her purse.
“Nothing” I said
“You have to make a living.” She answered.
“There are other passengers.” I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. “You gave and old woman a little moment of joy.” She said. “Thank you.”
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn’t pick up anymore passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware – beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one. People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel.
“Change the world … with one random act of kindness at a time.”
What do you make?
“It is our destiny to make a difference”
What Teachers Make
To stress his point he said to another guest, “You’re a teacher Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make of it?”
Bonnie who had the reputation for honesty and frankness replied, “You want to know what I make? (she paused for a second and then began…)
Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could. I make C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honour. I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can’t make them sit for 5 minutes without an iPod, Game Cube or movie rental…
“You want to know what I make?”
(She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table.)
“I make kids wonder. I make them question. I make them criticize. I make them apologize and mean it. I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions. I teach them to write and then I make them write. I make them read, read, read. I make them show all their work in Math. I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know in English while preserving their unique cultural identity. I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.
I make my students stand and say the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag, because we live in the
(Bonnie paused on last time and continued.)
Then, when people try judging me by what I make, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant… You want to know what I make?”
“I MAKE A DIFFERENCE… What do you make?
