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A number of years ago there was a man who worked at my office that everyone loved. For this story I’ll call him James.
Thanksgiving 2020 may taste bittersweet for many of us who have been impacted by the pandemic or felt distressed by violence, racism, political tensions and what feels like a growing lack of civility.
When I was a young boy my grandfather Ralph told me a story — a story he had told my mother when she was young, which my mother also repeated to me on several occasions.
When I was a young man, I joined the military a few years after high school.
I recently came across a screenshot of a social media post that told of an interesting high school classroom teaching experience.
A man feared his wife wasn’t hearing as well as she used to, and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family doctor to discuss the problem. The doctor told him there is a simple, informal test the husband could perform to give the doctor a better idea about her hearing loss.
During this election cycle there has been an increase in the propagation of conspiracy theories designed to embed doubt, spread fear and influence voters.
The story is told of Samuel Shapira, a distinguished rabbi who lived in the Polish village of Prochnik in the 1930s. Rabbi Shapira was in the habit of taking long walks into the countryside each morning. Throughout his life, the rabbi tried to be loving and compassionate. He made it a point to greet everyone he met with a kind “hello,” “good morning” or “good evening.”
On Saturday, Aug. 1, my wife and I attended a virtual, live-streamed funeral of a friend, a lovely older woman from Dewey who died from COVID-19.
In the grim darkness of the night, during a heavy rainstorm many years ago, a ship was discovered in distress just off the coast of Holland. A rowboat went out to rescue the crew. The waves were enormous, and each of the men at the oars had to give all his strength and energy to reach the unfortunate sailors.
The story is told of a Hindu merchant who dreamed one night that he had died. To his bewilderment, he found himself standing in a large room, entirely bare of furnishings.
Years ago, when I was running another Arizona newspaper, we published a story about a boy who lost half his hand playing with fireworks.
When I was young I met a girl who told me I used the word “hate” far too often in my everyday conversations.
I remember watching the 1999 MTV Music Video Awards when something surprising happened that has left a memory more than 18 years later – something I didn’t expect to ever see on anything associated with MTV.
At the airport after a grueling business trip a woman’s return flight was delayed.