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2005-07-10 12:39 PM update on the religious right just a short update on my previous post...
those very nice 7th Day people, you know, the good Christians? it seems like they decided to liberate equipment from the place at which they were staying to include coffeepots, towels, irons and anything else that was not nailed down. i wonder in what chapter and verse of the Bible is justification found for that kind of behavior. if i get saved, can i steal things too? **** things have been okay with the daughter...i wrote her a letter, because i am so much better at expressing myself on paper than i am verbally...and she apologized for her miserable attitude which in turn made me appreciate the level of maturity it took for her to do that. i don't know why i have such a hard time expressing my feelings verbally. i mean, i know where a lot of it comes from, but you would think that eight years out of that situation would have found some improvement. i get tongue tied and stressed, frustrated because the words i want to say get stuck in my throat and the ones that do find their way out are woefully inadequate. they don't say what i want them to...but if i sit down with writing implements of some kind (preferably a keyboard, but failing that even crayons and toilet paper will work) then i am much better at getting across the message i want. it's funny, the damage i still keep stumbling over like something i've forgotten to put away. makes me wonder how much more is there. i don't like that thought at all. **** thought for today: appreciate the little people, the ones behind the scenes that fade into the background. the ones that pick up your mess, provide a small service that would be missed if it wasn't done, the people that might make your day a little bit better or easier. smile at them and tell them thanks. fill out the survey, write a letter or email, make a phone call. it takes just a few minutes of your time but the effect it may have might make a huge difference in someone's day or work environment. it's a Christian thing to do, but don't let that stop you. : ) Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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