I realized I had been privileged to know a very holy manFor nearly twenty years I have patronized a small video store on a country road near my home. Over the years I got to know the proprietor, an amiable otherwise-retired chap named Don. Don and I regularly schmoozed over the counter about movies, our families, our dogs, and philosophies of life. Don's beloved pooch had gone over the rainbow bridge a few years earlier, and when I introduced him to my dog Munchie, Don lit up like a five-year-old boy at Christmas.
People who recognize the “wave nature” of life are not disturbed when things change.
There must be more to life than increasing its speed.Business mogul Warren Buffet, the second richest man in the world, recently donated $31 billion to charity. In a CNBC interview, Mr. Buffet talked about his life and revealed his secrets for success. Here are some of the shocking facts:
He still lives in the same, small 3-bedroom house in Midtown Omaha he bought after he got married 50 years ago. He says he has everything he needs in that house. His house does not have a wall or a fence.
Maybe it's time to listen less to the news and more to your heart.If you read the small print on contracts, no one is liable for "Acts of God." Acts of God are disasters beyond human control, like storms, floods, and (some would argue) protracted visits from uninvited relatives. I find it fascinating that in such contracts God takes the rap for what goes wrong, rarely receiving credit for what goes right.
As I see it, God has done a lot of pretty cool stuff far more significant than knocking trees over. God put all the trees here in the first place, bringing us their oxygen, shade, fruit, wood, and verdant splendor.
...understand, that the source of love is real, and the source of fear is illusion.While traveling in the South Pacific, I had the rare opportunity to see the Magic Circus of Samoa. The final act of the evening was a guillotine-toting magician. He chose a reluctant "volunteer" from the audience and ceremoniously demonstrated the sharpness of the blade by swiftly chopping a cucumber. Then he locked the volunteer in the guillotine and milked the tension with a long stream of jokes, asking the fellow if he had any last words.
In the spirit of the holiday season, Dee and I went to purchase a gift of wine for a friend. There we asked the store owner, a congenial fellow named Ali, for some recommendations. We were pleasantly surprised to find that Ali is a world-class wine expert. He went into fascinating, poetic details about each wine, describing its subtlest nuances and mesmerizing us with stories about the history of each winery, some of which went back over a thousand years. I was rapt.