To those loud and often ear piercing barkers…if the shoe fits, spare us.
Which country is it? That's what's debatable. In a world where nothing is at all as it seems, it is no wonder that the discussions of the presidential and vice-presidential debates went the way that they did. Not in so much as who won or who lost, or which
Thank goodness the service delivery fiasco is finally settled.
But there are still some things that offer complete clarity and gray is not a color that goes with the ensemble. It is found in words.
Best to look ahead to 2012.
From a news perspective, this is the worst time of the week for me. From Dec. 26 until Jan. 1, we have to read article after article about recaps of the entire year. And according to which publication or columnist is writing the story, we have to hear about what they thought the most important event of the year was.I love how they think that they have the ability to decide what the most important event of the year was. But none the less, we get bombarded about stories that have already been beaten to death as they were occurring, and now we have to hear about them one more time.
For the past 10 years I have had the distinct honor of organizing the Victims of Crime Candlelight Vigil which is held each year just prior to the Christmas holiday.
Ceremony provides necessary comfort for survivors.
Dangerous intersections must be faced. Recently, while we were driving, we were sitting at a very busy intersection. Cars were zooming by from the left and from the right. To further complicate the matter, this was an intersection that had several lanes flowing in both directions plus a line of
Recently, while we were driving, we were sitting at a very busy intersection. Cars were zooming by from the left and from the right. To further complicate the matter, this was an intersection that had several lanes flowing in both directions plus a line of cars behind us awaiting their turn to enter what can be challenging even for a seasoned driver. I could see the stress begin to show on her face as she was unsure of what she should do and when she should do it. After a few seconds, I begin to hear the sounds of car horns behind us for her to move on. To ease her anxiety, I carefully and slowly talked her through it making sure that she understood how dangerous it could be, but still letting her know that if she proceeded correctly and safely with her decisions, it was certainly doable. After looking both ways, several times, she made her move and migrated into the traffic frenzy without incident. She looked a little pale. But, then again, I probably did as well.