Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – May 25, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – May 25, 2004

Odd Occurrences

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – May 25, 2004 – People are strange and wonderful creations, capable of extremes in behaviour that are incredible. Witness the state of our world today. I like to think (perhaps naively so) that most people are decent at heart. The exceptions stand out by virtue of their appalling conduct, and one day they will answer to a power far greater than ours.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – May 24, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – May 24, 2004

The Five Senses

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – May 24, 2004 – What a gift we humans were given when our Creator bestowed the five senses upon us. The ability to see, hear smell, taste and feel. I have great admiration for people who have lost one or more of their senses, and prevail as productive, happy individuals. I can’t imagine surrendering one of these treasures, even for a day.

Ken Is A Little Boy With A Big Heart

Ken Is A Little Boy With A Big Heart

Ken Is A Little Boy With A Big Heart – Stray dogs in the Philippines are not news – someone helping them is and Ken is a true hero to these lost – diseased and lonely dogs. If you think that “you” can’t have an impact on the lives of animals because you are just one person then see what this little boy is doing and then pick a cause and get involved.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – May 23, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – May 23, 2004

A Lazy Day

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – May 23, 2004 – After four incredibly busy weeks, I now have two days off, one right after the other. That’s a concept, common to many people, but not to me. Working as a real estate agent, evenings and week-ends are my busiest times, and I often go for long periods of time with no days to myself.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – May 22, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – May 22, 2004

Spontaneity

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – May 22, 2004 – The only thing I know about spontaneity is that there isn’t enough of it in the world. The world aside, there isn’t enough spontaneity in my life. As I’ve gotten older, there is less and less. This is not a good thing. Perhaps a remedy is in order. Thinking about the lack of this essential attribute makes me wonder if I was ever thus. Did I ever do wild and zany things?