Most people who know me, know that I am not a religious person. That being said, I am not someone who shies away from talking about it. In fact, I love having conversations with people of faith and learning more about how that faith influences the way they think and the way they approach things.
I have a good friend at work who is a devote Christian and I love chatting with her about life. Often, she is able to approach things from a vastly different angle than my typical support system (most of whom think like me). And while I don’t think she will ever “transform” me into a true believer, I so appreciate her perspective on things and our friendship.
To speak honestly, I think living a life without a deep religious belief is a lot easier than one with it, so I give her credit for the choices she makes and the love she shares with nearly everyone she comes in contact with. She really does make me appreciate the little things in my life.
After seeing this, I am now sort of obsessed with her.
Thankfully my husband is perfect.
I want bring your parents to work day!
Live free or die!
5 regrets of the dying.
It is time we start talking about, and learning about, the elephant in the room.
Over dosing on cuteness.
This morning, I received the following email from my father-in-law about their dog, Lucy.
You will never believe this. I was walking with Lucy about 7pm or so last night, when that little black dog appeared out of nowhere. Then all hell broke loose. The black dog fell over the brook wall into the water. Of course the water was very deep from the rain. Lucy followed and they both went under the road. By now the whole neighborhood was in a panic. Waiting for the two of them to come out of the tunnel seemed like a lifetime. I thought for sure they were gone. Everybody was on the other side of the street waiting for a miracle.
Finally they came out with Lucy holding the little black dog ever so gently in her mouth.
Lucy saved the day. By now the Police came, lights glaring and sirens raging.
Officer Murphy held Lucy in his arms and told Mom and Me that she was Medfield’s hero for the day.
To add to this story, Mom got a call this morning from the Globe wanting to write a story.
We will keep you guys posted.
I was so impressed that Lucy, their little mutt dog, could be so heroic and the talk of the town. I immediately wrote back sharing in John’s excitement and forwarded it along to my own family.
Later on during the day, I received a second email from John:
April Fools Day. Looks like I got ya
Once a year we get the chance to tell a fictional story, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone.
If the story was real, Lucy would have bitten that dog`s head off. She hates that little black dog.
Well played John. Well played.