What’s your story? Everyone has one.
Are you the underdog overcoming great odds to win the race?
Are you the one who could have or should have been the champion, if you had just got a break?
Are you the one who revels in suffering, perpetually playing the victim?
Are you the fool pretending that the results don’t matter to you?
Are you the one who stumbled and can’t seem to get back up?
Are you the one with the clarity of purpose and determination to win?
Are you happy with your story?
If not, it’s time to rewrite your story.
Everyone has a story. What’s yours?
Is it and wonder that men do not understand woman? It’s even called miscommunication.
If gray hair is a sign of wisdom, why are we so quick to dye it?
Who has actually given an inch and the other party taken a mile?
Who decided age before beauty?
Who decided the rules of rock, paper, scissors?
Why would people build a glass house near stones?
Did the phrase, “Another day, another dollar”, ever get adjusted for inflation?
Did the author of the phrase, “Give peace a chance”, ever get stuck in an elevator with their in laws?
What’s the difference between a telephone marketer and artificial telligence? One of the two is intelligent.
I have lived in or around Dallas my entire life. But this has been the toughest week I can remember.
My hearts hurt for the families of the officers who were killed or injured in Dallas a few days ago.
My heart hurts for my African American brothers and sisters who know that a simple traffic stop can sometimes lead to a life threatening altercation.
My heart hurts for the Hispanic population that is welcomed as cheap labor but not for citizenship.
My heart hurts for the Arabic population that is labeled by the actions of a few.
My heart hurts for the Gay and Lesbian community whose sexual identity or preference has incorrectly made them less than human in the eyes of some.
My heart hurts for the parents and teachers who will have to explain the events of this last week to little children.
My heart hurts for the individuals who rejoice in the suffering that has taken place for these respective groups.
My heart hurts for the battered wife, the sexual abused, the homeless and the mentally ill.
All of the groups listed above are created in God’s image, are of immense value, and worth getting to know on a personal level.
Since I can do anything I put my mind to, I am considering a few options.
I might become the starting center for an NBA basketball team. I’m only 5 foot 9 inches but that’s not a problem since I can do anything I put my mind to.
I might become a great Russian novelist. I don’t speak or read Russian but that’s not a problem since I can do anything I put my mind to.
I might become a child prodigy in math, science or the arts. I’m fifty-seven years old but that’s not a problem since I can do anything I put my mind to.
I might reinvent the wheel, broker world peace or fly to the moon in a steam powered paddle boat. All of these things are possible since I can do anything I put my mind to.
If I really believed I could do anything I put my mind to I would be unstoppable. At least until I met someone who believed they could do anything they put their mind to also.
Some of my readers might suggest that the belief that I can do anything I put my mind to is delusional. But everyone born in America knows that you can do anything you put your mind to.