The Daily Sermon

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.

 

 

Lucy the Hero

This morning, I received the following email from my father-in-law about their dog, Lucy.

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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.

Dad

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:

Ok Guys
 
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.

 

Conversations with My Husband

Matt:  I want one of the new taco bell breakfast tacos
me:  hmm, that made me love you a little less
Matt:  it’s even recommended by Ronald McDonald
me:  I don’t even know what that means
Matt: 

The taco shell is a waffle How sweet is that?

me:  I am not sure what is more disturbing, the fact that you want to eat that disgusting crap or that there are so many people named Ronald McDonald

The Magic that is Morgan Freeman’s Voice

No, you aren’t the only one who has noticed that I’ve been slacking on my posts lately. Life got in the way again…
I must admit, my return isn’t actually happening because today’s post is from our favorite guest blogger and fellow philanthropist, Dan Parziale. During his first appearance he wrote about growing spouts and in his second, he introduced all of you to the incredible non-profit that he works for, Aid Still Required. Well, today he is back and he’s here to talk to you about something white people love… the sound of Morgan Freeman’s voice.
Just kidding. Dan is really here to tell you about some of the incredible work that Aid Still Required is doing and an opportunity to meet the man with the magical voice himself!
I have been a guest writer on this blog a couple of times and Molly has been gracious enough to let me come back. 

I work for Aid Still Required, a nonprofit based in Los Angeles doing most of our work in Indonesia, Sri Lanka, Darfur and Haiti.  If you are interested in our mission, I have it copied below and feel free to check out our website.

Morgan Freeman just agreed to offer an experience with him to raise funds for Aid Still Required.  The winner will get 2 tickets to meet him on the red carpet at the premier of Transcendence, 2 tix to the premier and 2 tix to the after party. It will be April 10th in LA and we need your help promoting this.  Its auction style at $10/try and the contest will be hosted by omaze.com.
SO–I’d greatly appreciate you heading over to www.omaze.com/freeman and jumping in the game AND please pass it along to everyone you know. Yes this will reduce your chances of winning, but something tells me that if they win, they’ll bring you along.
Thanks so much.  You’re all beautiful.  Even you Englehardt.
-Dan

Aid Still Required works to shift the way we think about emergency relief by launching large awareness campaigns with the help of dozens of celebrities around the anniversaries of different environmental disasters. Right now, close to 70% of relief funds are spent in the first 3 months without much thought going into long term redevelopment.  As a result, they get thousands of people (or hundreds of thousands) who are kept alive with emergency medical care, water, food and shelter, but who months later still can’t rebuild in a sustainable way.  Clearly, immediate relief is necessary, but they need to rethink the way it is administered to be most efficient and effective over the long term.

ASR then uses these campaigns to raise funds for programs that are focused on environmental protection, long term independent sustainability, and gender equality. They are working with those communities who have been forgotten and they hope that what they do will influence other international NGOs to rethink the way they approach their work as well.

Friday Afternoon Round Up

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Mom, why don’t you text me stuff like this?

This mom/daughter combo is the reason I don’t have children. I love then, but I could never live up to these standards!

Kids remake Oscar films

And so does a barista!

This hurts my heart

I need to start crossing some of these off. I’ve only done Arizona!

What’s the last photo on your phone?

So how can I become a lion whisperer?

Pretty cool shout out by Robin Hood Board Member, Harvey Weinstein!

Pride

Pride is defined as feeling deep pleasure or satisfaction as a result of one’s own achievements, qualities, or possessions or those of someone with whom one is closely associated.

Feeling pride is definitely one of those emotions that walks a fine line. When it comes to your own achievements or qualities, society only accepts so much. Just look at Facebook. If you post a picture of yourself running a race, say, people all respond with comments of congratulations. However, by the 4th picture you post with your medal, you can almost see the collective eye roll of your friends. One picture of your baby is cute. A picture of your child’s every waking moment is seen as obnoxious. It is a slippery slope my friends.

Last week I had a moment of pride and I just need to share it.

Like nearly all other 20-30 year girls in New York, part of my workout routine involves spending upwards of $30 for a 45 minute spin class. I put on my Lululemon capris and tank top, which are both FAR too cute and expensive to actually sweat in, and join the masses to either “bounce up and down on a bike to the beat of club music” or “fly to the top of the leader board.” Soul Cycle and Flywheel appear far too often on my credit card bill for my husband’s liking but what can I say, it is still cheaper than therapy.

After class, I often call my mom during my walk to the subway. She loves hearing about the class, particularly when I go to Flywheel where they rank your performance against others in the class. But when I go to Soul Cycle, which focuses less on competition and more on “spiritualness”, she has a hard time understanding that.

Mom: “Did you win?”

Me: “This wasn’t the one with scoring”

Mom: “Well, you can probably still tell if you were the best”

Me: “Yah… I was bouncing up and down and feeling the music better than anyone else.”

Even though my mom loves riding her bike outside, and she likes hearing about my spin classes, she had never taken a class herself. I constantly tell her that she should try it but, you know, trying new things after a certain age becomes more and more difficult. Finally I threw down the gauntlet. I told my mother that she needed to try spinning within the next few days or I wouldn’t’ talk to her for a week. Considering we talk AT LEAST once a day, that scared her.

The next thing I knew, she was signing up for an introductory spinning class at her gym. Unfortunately, she picked a day where she was already scheduled to play in two tennis matches. I though there was no way she was going to go.

Well, not only did she go, but she stayed after the 30 minute intro session for the 45 class! She called me after her class to tell me how it went. Hearing about her experience was ten times better than any class I’d attended myself. I was so proud of her for sticking to her commitment, stepping outside of her comfort zone and trying something new and a little scary. It’s a funny feeling to cheer on someone who has been your biggest cheerleader for 31 years. Funny but good.

Oh, and she’s already gone back for a second spin class. Pretty soon she’s going to be at the top of the leader board.

In summary – Mom, I’m proud of you. The kind of proud that is over the top, obnoxious and totally hated by Facebook audiences everywhere.

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