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My dear friends, There are times when words cannot add or triumph over what we see and hear. Please visit this clip of Paul Potts, an ordinary guy following his life-long dream and vision. I guarantee that you will be stunned and moved beyond all words. (Thanks to Sharon Sarmiento at "eSoup" for showcasing this story.)
I row on a team with other guys three times a week. On my non-rowing days I walk along a shore road, around an old fort, and loop back for a 2.5 mile brist walk very early in the morning. Last week the wind was howling and it was bitter cold as well so I kept my ski cap on and hood up from start to finish. As most people know, sounds are muffled when your ears are covered and that, coupled with the nylon hood flapping madly in the wind added its own demention of distraction. Still, I kept hearing this far-off "tinkling" sound
I received a MySpace message from a boy, age 16, who asked me to check his MySpace Profile and read what he had recently posted. He was naming his heroes, and he was naming me as his first hero in a world of limitless choices. I was honored for sure and somewhat embarrassed, too. After all, I'm
We have a saying among the Buzzards team members that "what happens in the boat stays in the boat!" It's a good rule, unless a story is just too good not to share! So I'll leave the names out to protect the innocent and shield the guilty!
Last week I was driving home from a meeting with clergy and ministers at our nearby local Interchurch Council office when I found myself stuck behind a large, dirty panel truck that seems to be traveling all of about eight miles per hour.
