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Those Merciful People When I was sixteen, I worked as a nurse’s aide in a nursing home and made an awful mistake. I got a dead woman up for lunch. Obviously, I didn’t know she was dead. I’ve told this story a number of times in various ways, and each time I recall it, I…

Offended? Lately, I’ve been thinking about how to think differently about the people who offend me. Mostly, I want to think differently about them because I don’t like the feelings I get when I get offended; pissy, arrogant, and wanting to smack, slap, slug or kick someone or something.  In short, when I believe someone…

Terminate I used to worry when I wasn’t worried. Without worry on my mind, I thought I was being negligent, forgetful, or that I was guilty of slacking off.  Worry changed my life, but not for the better. By the time I was fourteen, my relationship with Worry was established, reliable, constant and familiar. As…

Forgiving Dad Kids don’t think about forgiving their Dad because as kids we think our dads are almost as great and as perfect as God. That was how I felt. But when we grow into adults we realize that our dad’s were not as great nor as perfect as we’d thought. That’s what happened to…