At the start of summer, we pray for rain because we need it. We thank God for a few drops scattered here and there, and hold our breath and pray there will be much more rain.In hearing the earnest requests of you and your neighbors, God decides he will indeed bless you with more rain.
“A little dab’ll do ya!” The cartoon guy’s hair magically morphed from shaggy to shiny. The announcer claimed that when you use it, the girls will love to run their fingers through your hair. Background singers crooned in barbershop harmony, “Brylcreem, Brylcreem, Brylcreem.”.
Dud was heading home in his pickup truck when he saw the strange goings-on at the Bahdziewicz place. Abraham Lincoln Bahdziewicz was out in the family’s large garden with a full complement of kids who were happily hopping around.
The older we get, the more we tend to look back.You can see this often in aging veterans, remembering best those past times when they felt the most needed in their greatest times of excitement and danger.“Grandpa is back remembering the war again.
On a recent morning, the first story I heard on the radio was about Pre-habilitation prior to surgery. We have all heard of rehabilitation, but have you considered pre-habilitation, or increasing your exercise before surgery?
There is something so humbling… so beyond anything you’ve experienced to be in the room with her when she brings your child into the world.Your infinitesimal contribution pales in comparison to what she takes on for you.
“No good will come of this device.” British journalist C. P. Scott is believed to have made the prediction about the initial invention of the television. Mr. Scott was referring to the etymology of the word, a combination of Greek and Latin, but now we know the rest of the story.
Today, as I threw open the curtains, I told the kids, “It’s May! Spring has sprung!” Sun streamed in through the window, and as I gazed across the prairie, I saw that it was true: a brilliant green mist gleamed amidst the bent stems of last year’s grasses.
It was like buzzards circling the body.The Jones kid, Randy, was out in the Mule Barn coffee shop parking lot with the hood up on his car. He was staring down into it the way a first-time parachutist would look out the airplane door. You never quite knew for sure what lay ahead.