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  Reflections………………………………………..Start Anew   Pastor Patricia Ferris tells the story when she was in Mexico with her husband on New Year’s Eve they found themselves in the middle of something they didn’t understand.  It was in the evening, not yet … Continue reading →

Merging from Thanksgiving holiday with an expanded waist line and a heart full of gratitude, I look toward the Christmas Holidays with excitement. Several years ago I found that I was succumbing to the busyness of purchasing presents, travel, participating … Continue reading →

John receives a monthly welfare check,  full medical expenses, a free cellphone, food stamps, and a housing allowance that pays his monthly rent.  John is most proud of his “Air Jordan’s” which he wears with pride. Jim at the age … Continue reading →

    In my pre-teen years one of the activities I truly enjoyed was an overnight stay at my Grandpa’s.  Usually my cousin, Gene, and I would arrive on a Saturday and stay until Sunday when we would accompany Grandpa … Continue reading →

In the 1960’s I was actively involved with the State of Tennessee’s education department while serving as an adjunct professor at Peabody College.  It was a time when America was maki… Source: REFLECTIONS……………..Virture

    In the 1960’s I was actively involved with the State of Tennessee’s education department while serving as an adjunct professor at Peabody College.  It was a time when America was making major efforts to bring parity to the … Continue reading →

Note to Reader:  “things we left behind” is designed to provoke your thoughts. Read and ponder each quote.  Remember, our perceptions are the sum total of our life experiences and are uniquely ours.   Go slow………enjoy.  ….Gary The things we do outlast our mortality … Continue reading →

  The things we leave behind—–buildings, people, experiences—rarely disappear altogether. When we look back, we find ruins, remnants, echoes.  A run down building, a mannerism you’ve inherited from a person no longer in your life. Let’s you and I try … Continue reading →