The Truth About Madoff

Seems Madoff made off
with some peoples cash
And now no one knows
where's the stolen stash.

Yes Bernie got caught
the miserable sot
And now sits in jail
where he's likely to rot.

There's something to learn
from this story we're told
Leave it alone
if it's not your GOLD!

Divine Guidance

Yesterday was designated an errand/shopping day. I usually try to do three or four things per trip to conserve gasoline so I'm headed out the door with hands full and realize, not only do I have my cane in my left hand but also my second cane, hanging from my right arm. I didn't want to have to unload everything to return the second cane so I carried everything to the car, loaded up and drove off. While heading down Harrison Avenue I noticed a young family heading toward their van, the hobbling man leaning heavily on an unfolded metal chair. And then the whole reality was there before me. The reason why I had 'accidentally' carried my spare cane to the car. I turned around and drove near their van, asking the young woman if her husband needed a cane. She said 'yes' so I handed over the cane and suggested that he keep his hurt ankle wrapped, elevated and on ice. Some could call this a coincidence but I don't. I've never accidentally carried my spare cane to the car before and to be honest, I've never seen a hobbling young man using an unfolded metal chair as a crutch either.
I do believe in divine guidance and I think this whole thing was meant to happen. And what better way to glorify God than by serving others. It does make me wonder though how many other opportunities have been placed before me that I didn't notice. Believe me, my eyes are open now.

It's All A Matter of Taste

What would be my first reaction if I stood before a table on which lay a manuscript signed by Shakespeare, The Royal jewels, rare Egyptian artifacts, and a half eaten sandwich? Okay I confess, it would be 'I wonder what's in that sandwich?'

Stranger Danger or Maybe Not

It was a cold, blustery afternoon but my 2 grandkids insisted on going to the nearby park. I finally agreed with them alternately running and walking while chatting and me, driving in the car. We three neared the same intersection and I rolled my window down and said 'hey, little boy. Would you like to help me find my lost puppy?' E, with an impish grin on his face said 'maybe. What kind of puppy?' M., his sister, promptly leaned forward, leered and said 'so what kind of candy do you have?' We all laughed and continued our journey to the park. But this encounter concerned me, first because I made joke of it, and second because the kids had obviously been well schooled on Stranger Danger and also thought it was funny. Or maybe laughing was a release for the tension and fear that Stranger Danger provokes. My heart goes out to the families who have lost their children and have yet to find them.