I’ve learned...
... that frog legs are something I will NEVER eat again.
... that I am not the only person who can still recite the “Gettysburg Address” by heart. Thank you, Mrs. Turner.
... that when you’ve been out of school for seven years you start to forget people’s names. You talk to them, and know you went to school with them, yet you just can’t seem to remember exactly who they are.
... that I can now tell you almost every member of the Cincinnati Reds, Texas Rangers, Detroit Tigers and St. Louis Cardinals. Thank you, Timmy.
... that trying new foods really isn’t that terrible. I still don’t like cheese, but alligator isn’t that bad.
... that having your purse stolen still hurts your feelings six months after it happened.
... that taxi rides aren’t so bad, unless you get the young Indian driver in Nashville who made you car sick before you made it out of the parking lot.
... that sometimes reading a few pages of the Good Book can change your whole perspective.
... that there is power in prayer.
... that people can change. All they need is a chance to prove themselves.
... that when you really need someone to be there for you, you find out who your true friends are.
... that a friend can be someone so unexpected.
... that sometimes taking a ride down the back roads brings back childhood memories you had forgotten.
... that even on your worst days, someone can call or say something to you that makes everything better.
... that family is sometimes taken for granted and you always need to find time for them.
... that sometimes laughter is the best medicine, and other times tears.
... and that no matter how old you are, sometimes there is nothing better than getting a phone call from the people you love.
Just remember, “Life ain’t always beautiful, but it’s a beautiful ride.”
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Oh, and I still haven’t made it across the railroad bridge, but it looks like I’m going to have to since people keep saying, “I’ll walk across the bridge with you.” I’ll let you know.
... that having your purse stolen still hurts your feelings six months after it happened.
... that taxi rides aren’t so bad, unless you get the young Indian driver in Nashville who made you car sick before you made it out of the parking lot.
... that sometimes reading a few pages of the Good Book can change your whole perspective.
... that there is power in prayer.
... that people can change. All they need is a chance to prove themselves.
... that when you really need someone to be there for you, you find out who your true friends are.
... that a friend can be someone so unexpected.
... that sometimes taking a ride down the back roads brings back childhood memories you had forgotten.
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| Our ride down the back roads. Makes me miss my childhood home. |
... that even on your worst days, someone can call or say something to you that makes everything better.
... that family is sometimes taken for granted and you always need to find time for them.
... that sometimes laughter is the best medicine, and other times tears.
... and that no matter how old you are, sometimes there is nothing better than getting a phone call from the people you love.
Just remember, “Life ain’t always beautiful, but it’s a beautiful ride.”
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Oh, and I still haven’t made it across the railroad bridge, but it looks like I’m going to have to since people keep saying, “I’ll walk across the bridge with you.” I’ll let you know.
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