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That’s a Stretch

The thing about childhood is that you don’t know how special it is until it’s over. ~ Billy Coffey When I was twelve years old I decided it was time – time to see just how far Stretch Armstrong could stretch. I tied his rubbery arm to a fence in our back yard and I pulled, and pulled, and pulled. Stretch did what Stretch does – until he didn’t. SNAP! His arm broke off and a red, syrupy-like substance oozed from the gaping hole that was once his muscular shoulder. I was remorseful of what I had done, yet I marveled at the discovery of how he works. That’s childhood. I was talking with Bill who’s in his eighties and …

The Giving Fog

Like millions of other people, I sometimes go into a strange fog. I don’t want to give it a bigger name because that would assign too much power to it, so we’ll go with “fog.” It’s a blurred, debilitating state that can last for days, weeks, even months. It hurts my bones. And I thank God for it. I thank Him for the gifts it leaves after it lifts; gifts like compassion for others, empathy, and clarity. Somehow, my heart gets healthier while I’m “away.” I wish there was another way, but I’m thankful. This morning, while reading about the death of a young mother who went to my high school, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for life.  …