Teens Who Harm Others
When I was a teen I did the teen things. I wasn’t a terrible brat but still, I was a teen. I…
When I was a teen I did the teen things. I wasn’t a terrible brat but still, I was a teen. I remember drinking my first taste of wine standing in an alley with my best friend while trick-or treating. Yes, I still did the get the treat things in my teens. I really didn’t go to the door, instead I was a teen stepping out of my guide lines set by my parents.
When I was old enough to drive I would put on a Halloween mask and drive up and down the streets in our city. I thought it was so much fun getting the looks from older drivers.
I once went to Fort Wayne with some friends. I wasn’t ever to go out-of-town and I was also to tell my parents where I was going. When we do something we know is wrong it always comes back to bite us in the ass, and it did.
I was at the busy intersection at a stop light and it was dark. The laughter from inside the car immediately stopped when all of a sudden steam came barging out from under the hood of the car. I had broken a hose.
I immediately froze and became serious as I was trying to figure out a kind way to call my parents and tell them what happened and where I was. Luck was on my side as one of the guys knew enough about cars to temporarily fix it until I got back home.
So I did the teen thing but never anything bad. So you can imagine how angry I was at the local news on TV tonight when a family who loved to over-decorate outdoors for Christmas. When they woke up this morning they were so sad when they discovered that teens had ripped apart so many of those expensive decorations.
They enjoyed having people drive by and being entertained by their hundreds of lights only to have them blown out by teen pranks. I don’t get it. What was the ending goal that was on the positive side?
Why weren’t those teens home going to bed so they could get up and go to work? I was an ornery teen but I also knew if I did something this horrendous, my parents would punish me so badly it would be weeks before I was let out of the house.
I won’t try to place blame here on anyone. I will just say that the word respect for other people has been tossed out the window in the past few years. What a sad situation this was.
Here is a similar video of what that house looked like that got torn apart.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us RICH.
Interesting prompt, I believe. In my opinion there are two ways to look at this. The dreams of living or the living in reality.
How many times have you sat in front of the television eagerly awaiting the lottery numbers to be called. Excitement filling you and some anxiety. Maybe a feeling of a little luck, makes your emotions taller than the tallest building in the world. You feel it, you can almost taste it. Your numbers you picked are going to be it.
Quietly, barely breathing you listen to each number called. If it is with you like it is with most people who play, one or none of your numbers are called.
Maybe after you spend numerous dollars each week and set yourself in front of the TV, you may get lucky. If you are truly full of luck you could be the real winner. And if you are that one in a million what will you do with your winnings? Will it be spent on charities, family, cars, houses, bills? It doesn’t matter to me. What is important to me is not how much you won, but how will it change you.
Will it make your ego soar? Will you give thanks to the one who made it possible for you to win it? I don’t know the answer to this. Lottery can be a great entertainment, I admit. I used to work in a gas station and I would see people spend almost their entire pay checks on beer and lottery. A few days later they would come in for gas complaining about how high-priced life is to live. How they only have a few bucks left until the next pay-day. That there freezer is empty. It is theirs and your choice to live any way you wish, but remember, for every decision you make there is always a good or bad pay off along with it.
Now there is the other type of winner. It doesn’t necessarily even have to do with God. It has to do with your attitude in life and about life. How you feel about yourself. Do you wake up each morning being thankful you have one more day to make the best of it? If the sun is shining, you smile; and if it is cloudy or raining, you don’t gripe. Instead you instantly can think of something that needs to be done indoors for the day. And as you look at the brown grass, you realize that the rain is desperately needed.
Do you go to the fridge and get out food to fix a meal? Do you give thanks to anyone for being able to do this? Do you ever stop and ponder that maybe that old man/woman on the corner isn’t eating this morning because they don’t have enough money to buy food? Or maybe they have the money but no one has made the effort to take their grocery list to the store and along with their money get what they need? Maybe you feel generous enough that you can toss in a couple extra cans of soup for them.
Some people wake up in the mornings and don’t know what day it is. Is it night or even day? Age and sickness ravish this world. You and me are lucky enough to still be able to walk, think and talk.
Now to me, as long as I have my bills paid and food on the table, I consider myself blessed and rich. Of course a few extra jingles in my pocket would be nice. A drivable car is very nice. To have one car in our driveway is awesome. But many times I see two, three or more sitting in one driveway.
We all have multiple TV’s, more than a land line phone, almost everyone has a cell phone on top. Riding lawn mowers, snow blowers, leaf blowers have replaced manual work. Our lives are so easy compared to fifty years ago,and for some reason we still keep wanting more.
This is human nature. I don’t blame anyone for feeling this way at all. We can’t help ourselves. But we need to realize how good we have it today. We are walking, talking, breathing, making choices, dressing ourselves, loving, hating, eating, reading, hearing, smelling, touching. We are rich in these areas and yet we don’t realize it each day when we get up.
So there are two riches in life. Maybe you are the one in the million that has both riches. Maybe you feel you have nothing to feel rich about. But I bet if you reread this again, you will discover you may be the richest one of all.
Sad Yet OK
I was saddened and yet a little ok with the news that the new lady quit already. She was here one…
I was saddened and yet a little ok with the news that the new lady quit already. She was here one week, but I didn’t really get any break. She wasn’t strong enough to even help roll Al over. I did everything for Al. She just fed him. So you can see my disappointment in having no help and yet what help? So back to the drawing board.
I got my four hours today so I bought groceries and went to the antique store. I am having issues with still learning my camera so the photos are not perfect, so please bear with me. I bought Al a vintage truck. I found me a baby doll, a couple of Christmas old ornaments, and an old salt and pepper shaker set in piggies. Here they are.
#FWF Free Write Friday; Beautiful People
Tell me about a…
Tell me about a beautiful person you know…
I know of some beautiful people whom I have never met. I just feel it, I see the consistency of their words post after post.
But there is one beautiful person that I have known over 35 years. I have met her and spent numerous times with her. This beautiful person shows great character. Her belief in God is very strong. Her heart is big enough to hold many people in it.
She has suffered from personal disappointment like all of us have. She has wept like you and me. What amazes me is her strength. She gets kicked down and yet climbs back on that horse determined to move forward.