What We Pass On…

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Do Over

I can still remember those games me and my friends played when I was a boy. There were no leagues that we had to join. There were no coaches telling us that we were doing something wrong. There were no officials blowing whistles and enforcing rules. There were just...

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Dropping the Snake

It was a glorious day to be out for a drive. The trees lining the country roads were full of green leaves. White daisies were blooming along the sides of the hills. The sun was shining, giving the whole world a golden glow. My son and I were singing along to songs...

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A Joyful Noise

It has been a long time since anyone has enjoyed my singing. That is if never can be classified as a long time. While my singing voice sounds fine to me to others it is no treat. I have been told it is far too high and off key at times and that it sounds strangely...

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A Little More Kindness

I was running a few errands in my car the other day. The sun was out, the radio was playing, and I was singing along. The song was a joyful one and even my weak voice sounded good singing it. Then it happened, however. The sweet sound of the music ended and was...

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A Little More Morning Music

I walked out on my porch this morning to the wonderful sight of the sun rising over the mountains. I smiled as its golden beams lit up the clear, blue sky. My light jacket was unbuttoned and the morning breeze felt warm and comforting. The trees were still bare of any...

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He Loved

I stared at the blank page nervously. The school assignment was to write your own obituary but how was I supposed to write a summation of my life when I hadn’t even lived it yet? I looked to my left and right and saw people pouring paragraphs out of their pens. I...

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Redirected Traffic

It was a sunny but cold Winter day here in the mountains where I live. I was driving home along the clear, dry roads. The last snow had been over a week ago but down the sides of the hills lining the highway the huge walls of ice were still melting. As I started to...

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