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Pure Freedom

Are we free? Do we even know what freedom is? It seems to be a fleeting thing; disappearing as we punch the clock, or slide into our seat for first period, on Monday morning. So many times, we feel trapped by our circumstances, and too often we ask ourselves, “Am I really free?” Freedom is a state of mind, and there are times we soar like eagles lifted by the winds of happiness, and then there are times we come crashing to earth in the throes of a life that is sometimes cruel. Freedom… sometimes we just have to race full-tilt toward it, jerk back on the handlebars and let it lift us into the air. Being able to do that, my friends… is pure freedom.

kid on bike 2Freedom is a memory; a memory we can carry with us and relive when life seems hard or unfair. Freedom is a feeling like the feeling I had on that glorious Saturday morning—the first day of summer vacation:

Yes! In those precious moments I was free! Free from the rigors and trials of fifth grade, the screaming and crying at home, and from the very earth. In those few seconds, I felt a freedom that was complete and real, and I wished I could just keep on climbing into the sky and disappear forever.

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Y’all Come See Us, Ya Hear!

mapI get visits to my blog from many different countries, but the last few days, it seems like I’m getting more than usual. Here’s a list of countries from which people have visited the blog in the last seven days: United States, United Kingdom, Sweden, Italy, France, South Korea, Angola, St Kitts& Nevis, Russia, Australia, Madagascar, European Union, Bangladesh, Brazil, Belarus, and India.

Pretty cool, I reckon!

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Are You Ready For Some Football?

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Would you play football without pads and helmet? Not hardly! The toughest men would not consider something so foolish! Even with all the protective gear they sometimes get hurt. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Can See!

 

Sometimes, trying to live a good life is like playing pin the tail on the donkey; you’re blindfolded, spun around until you’re dizzy, and shoved toward the donkey. What are the odds? The thing is, if you weren’t blindfolded, and could focus on the donkey, you might waver and wobble a bit, but eventually you’d get there.

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Do-lang, Do-lang, Do-lang

The eighth grade dance! It was without a doubt an event every young boy awaited with a gut-twisting eager dread.

I grew up in the little town of Buckeye, Arizona, and by the time my pals and I reached the eighth grade we knew we liked girls, but weren’t sure why, or what we should do about it. Read the rest of this entry »

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Our Way or The High Way

It’s easy to love people who do things the way we think they should do them and agree with most everything we do. And, it’s also easy to not love those who are not what we think they should be and don’t agree with us. We are quick to judge and condemn and slow to love. Read the rest of this entry »

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Dreaming Short Dreams

dreamingSometimes a thought comes at you broadside and knocks you for a loop. You start thinking about things, and pretty soon you’re sitting on the curb with your head in your hands. Eventually, you shake it off and finish the walk home. Then, you write it down and show it to the world. Read the rest of this entry »

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