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The Spirit of Giving!

By: Jon

December 24, 2016

The spirit of giving is alive and well in most of us; however, only a handful actually carry out the task. The rest of us seem to in some kind of hapless obscurity, possibly thinking that only because we imagined that we might grant some amount of charity to someone at some point, that we are justified in not performing the act, simply through our mental conjuring of it. I know that at some point, I have been guilty of this notion of “at least I thought about doing it”, with that somehow making the totality of my inaction “o.k.” I do know one thing for sure, and that is that one the occasions that we do actually engage in a charitable action we should actually give it a great deal of thought beforehand, so that it is actually charitable to the intended person(s), and not a hindrance. Continue reading

Hurricane Season

Driving down the road the other day, I was struck by how wonderfully beautiful a day it was. A nice blue sky, done fluffy, white clouds. It’s at times like this that a guy thinks, wow, what did I do to deserve this? Cruising down the road, wind in my hair… Alright. So I look over to my radio, all good times like this need a soundtrack, and start dialing in the tunes. Now here’s the really good part, I’ve got one of those new Sirius satellite radios. Now– I’m sitting here thinking, “what would be something good to listen to”? Let’s make a short list; end of summer wide open highway, no place special to be, good lookin’ Senorita ridin’ next to me. Easy… Buffet.

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The Gift of the Magi

By: O. Henry

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one’s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. Continue reading