If you’ll forgive me a momentary channeling of Andy Rooney, here are a few discrete classes of people that have been driving me crazy lately.
The number one reason why people give to a nonprofit is because you ask. We asked, and people gave more than we ever expected. We made over a quarter million dollars for our hard working partner families and for the city of Philadelphia. That’s a lot goodwill. We can’t thank people enough.
Jason Collins is a hero on a micro and macro level. Collins took a step toward self-actualization by taking a step toward truth. He put himself in the line of fire.
Rough times like these leave people scrambling to duck for cover and count their blessings, and I’m no different. I had the privilege of sitting safely on my couch and witnessing events unfold through televised coverage, but I was still stressed out.
Although the past few days have been filled with graphic video and pictures resulting from the bombings in Boston, that I can teach my children a very important lesson. That no matter who tries to hurt us, who tries to weaken us, they will not succeed.
Crossing the finish line at my first marathon ranks among my favorite moments in life. To think terrorists picked the same place and moment in Boston to set explosions that were purposed to maim and kill makes an already awful situation all the more heartbreaking and unthinkable.
While I was nowhere near the marathon yesterday, I know many who were. I think I can speak for everyone by saying that all of us have been affected by this tragedy.
It never fails that when I get the courage to walk through Walmart’s doors, there is mayhem awaiting to accost my eyes and ears.
“Spring returns with balmy zephyrs softly breathed; April the young and gay with flowers wreathed.” That was a line from a delicate Madrigal chorus song I sang many, many years ago in high school. I’m not exactly sure what it means, but I do know that spring has indeed sprung and we’ve cast off the shackles of frosty mornings and heavy jackets.
I couldn’t be happier about this warm weather. Well, except for this extra “winter weight” out there shuffling around, including myself.