March 15, 2009
Recently I had the opportunity to mail thirteen letters written by students in a second grade class to a soldier. As I read the letters, I felt the kids had asked questions I would also like answered. I believe you will be touched by the depth and sincerity of their interest and appreciation for serving our country.
1st letter
Thank you for saving our country. I wonder what it is like there. Who is your boss? Why do you have to wear the uniform? I hope you write back soon.
Sincerely,
Marie
Dear Marie, Thank you so much for your letter. It is very hot and dry over here. My boss is another military person with higher rank. I work for that person, but we all work for the army. The President is the boss over all the military. We wear the same uniform because that way we know who is on our side. Kind of like a sports team wearing their uniforms. Thank you for writing. Scott
2nd letter
Why do you wear the armor? What do your vehicles look like? Thank you for protecting us!
Sincerely,
Mason
Dear Mason, Thank you for writing a letter to us. We wear armor to help protect us against bullets and flying metal. It helps us stay safe, so we can come back home. Our vehicles are strong and have armor on them. We use them to help us get where we need to go safely. Thank you Mason, Scott
3rd letter
Thank you for saving our country. What do your clothes feel like? What does your boss look like? Is he nice? I hope you write back.
Your friend,
Amer
Dear Amer, Thanks for writing me and my unit. The clothes we wear feel just fine. It is a uniform and it made to keep us safe from fires and from getting scratches on us. I have a boss who is a good boss. She is an officer that is in charge of our unit. Thank you for writing, Scott
4th letter
Thank you for protecting us from danger. I hope you have friends in the army. I do in school. Is your job hard? Is your suit hot? Are you the boss in the army? Let me know when you get a chance. Please write me back.
Your friend,
Kaiya
Dear Kaiya, Thank you very much for writing. Yes, I have many friends in the army and we all help each other. The job is hard sometimes, but not all the time. We like what we do and that makes the job a lot easier. I am a boss of some people, but not all of them in the unit. Thank you Kaiya, Scott
5th letter
Thank you for saving us. I am proud of you. Who is your boss? Good job! Do you play? You are nice.
Your friend,
Arturo
Dear Arturo, Thanks for the letter and thank you for being proud of us. Our boss is a Captain and she is in charge of the whole unit. Yes, I like to play sports. We like watching it on TV too. I think that you are very nice for writing us a letter. Thanks, Scott
6th letter
Thank you for risking your life for us. What kind of suits do you wear? Do you have friends? Do you have to sleep in a tent?
Your friend,
Ronnie
Dear Ronnie, Thank you for writing a letter to us. We wear a uniform that protects us from getting scratched up. Yes, I have lots of friends here in the Army. We do sleep in tents, but they are really big and have beds in them. Thank You, Scott
7th letter
Do you have friends in the army? What is it like there? Does it rain a lot? Who is your boss? What kind of clothes do you wear in the Army? Do you even get sick? What kind of training do you have to do?
Your friend,
Yancy
Dear Yancy, Thanks for writing. Yes, I have lots friends in the army. It is dry and hot here, but we drink a lot of water. That helps us make it through the day. It doesn’t rain a lot where we are, but in other places in Iraq it may. We wear a uniform that helps protect us from scratches and fires. Some people get sick, but not all the time. We really have to wash our hands a lot to keep us from getting sick. We train for a lot of things to help us stay safe, and to help the Iraqi Police protect the people in their city. Thank you, Scott
8th letter
Thank you for protecting us. What is it like there? What kind of uniform do you wear? You are a very nice man. Do you have friends there? Do you have a boss?
Thank you,
Patience
Dear Patience, Thank you for writing to us. It is hot and dry and not much grass or trees around. We wear a uniform that helps protect us from scratches and fires. Yes, I have a lot of friends. It is good to have friends; so that we can help each other do things. Yes, I have a boss and she is a Captain. Thanks, Scott
9th letter
Thank you for fighting for our country. What is it like fighting for our country? So do you eat food as a soldier? I hope you are okay from the war.
Your friend,
Makenzie
Dear Makenzie, Thank you for writing us. I really like fighting for my country. It makes me proud to do it. I like protecting people like you and your friends and family from those who don’t like us. Yes, we eat food over here. Sometimes we like to eat the good food like chicken and steak. We will be just fine over here and thank you for caring. Thanks, Scott
10th letter
Thank you for saving people’s lives. You are a hero! What is it like over there? Is it cold, sunny, or rainy? I love your job!
Your friend,
Kamilya
Dear Kamilya, Thank you for writing. I love my job too. I have been doing it for a long time. The weather is hot and it is dry over here like the desert. It doesn’t get that cold over here. It is mostly sunny and very hot during the summer time. Thanks Scott
11th letter
Is the job you’re doing hard? Thank you for saving our country. Are there bad people over there? Do you feel safe? I hope so!
Your friend,
Hussein
Dear Hussein, Thank you for writing. The job over here is hard sometimes, but we are really good at it. There are bad people over here, but we are trying to help the Iraqi Policemen to get them. I feel very safe, because we are really good at our job and we have lots of friends that care. Thank you, Scott
12th letter
What kind of training do you do there? Do you have friends in the army? Is it dangerous there? What is it like there in Iraq? Thank you for protecting our country.
Your friend,
Ghufran
Dear Ghufran, Thank you for writing. We do a lot of training to help the Iraqi Policemen keep their city safe. I have lots of friends in the Army. It is important to have friends, so we can protect and help each other. Iraq is really hot and dry, and there are not many trees. Thank you, Scott
13th letter
When you wear your suit, is it hot? What kind of clothes do you wear? I hope you have fun in Iraq!
Love,
Kaylie
Dear Kaylie, We wear a uniform and it gets hot sometimes. I want to thank you for writing us a letter and supporting us over here. Thanks, Scott
My hope is that as you reflect on these letters, you will be encouraged to think about another whether they are far away or perhaps your next door neighbor. The kindness you share may be the turning point for another that they can only hear in your voice and truly understand.
Angela Scott
© March 15, 2009
March 4, 2009
With a dictionary to my left and writing supplies on my right, I savored the time I like to call my daily slice of the pie. It is after 11:00 p.m. and it is finally quiet in the house except for the relaxing tick-tock of the grandfather clock my dad had given to me over twenty years ago.
Actually, Marilyn Ludolf is the friend who encouraged the students in her class at a women’s conference to claim a daily slice of the pie. Marilyn shared about the importance of enjoying a special time of the day which nourishes each day of life given to us.
I think of Marilyn Ludolf often. Her book entitled, “Freed by Faith” is one of the dearest books of encouragement in my home library. However, I first read about Marilyn Ludolf’s testimony of faith about six years ago in a Norman Vincent Peale book entitled, “How to Make Positive Imaging Work For You.”
Dr. Peale told about the power of steadfast faith in God, consistently relying on our privilege to listen and focus on God instead of ourselves. The immovable faith of Marilyn Ludolf exemplified her total trust in God’s will for her life.
As I sit in the living room of my home filled with ferns, peace lilies, bamboo and other plants, I am reminded of a weekend trip to the North Carolina coast a few years ago when I purchased a poster sized card with a verse from a book in the Bible. “Humbly accept the word of God planted in you, which can save you.”
Mrs. Ludolf planted words of encouragement in my heart, which grew into deep roots of faith. I hope you will prepare your heart so that you can receive the same gift of encouragement and hope I received.
An anonymous quotation seems appropriate as I think about eating a scrumptious slice or two of numerous pies my mom made for our family. “Eat it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without.” Good advice for all to heed especially when we recognize our daily slice of pie is oftentimes made of precious time.
Angela Scott
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February 25, 2009
In the middle of a 30 second cell phone conversation, I heard a beep and then silence. The battery died, I guess.
“Only a year ago, I paid 99 cents for this cell phone, new. I guess things made today just aren’t made like they used to be,” I thought. My sarcasm did not comfort me.
On my way home, I saw the battery store and checked on a replacement battery. The sales associate listened attentively even though it was only minutes before the close of posted business hours. “Only $37.95 for a new battery,” he said.
He must have seen the question on my mind because he began reporting an abbreviated but detailed summary about the steps to replace the dying battery. “This type of battery will be a special order. Besides, our orders have already been placed this week. The anticipated delivery date is approximately two weeks,” he said. My response, “Oh,” ended our conversation.
When I arrived home, I began an excavation of the console inside my car. I needed the automobile adapter for the cell phone. I needed a power source, in case of an emergency.
Just a few years ago, I experienced a similar situation. Returning to Duke Hospital for extensive tests on my husband’s newly transplanted heart, the only cell phone we owned failed to work because the battery died. That memory did not comfort me.
Beneath eleven CD’s inside the console, I found a straw and a silver tin, rectangular in shape with a heart and cross design on the lid. “What’s that?” I asked myself.
As the driver of the car 99% of the time, I knew I had buried the unlikely and unplanned version of a time capsule in a tin can in my car. Neither did I remember what was in the tin nor did I remember why I placed it in the car.
Eager to find out what I had forgotten I had hidden, I sat on the floor beside the coffee table and lifted the lid off of the box.
Inside the container, I found a wooden toothpick holder, two Bible verses I had clipped from a newspaper, one miniature mechanical pencil, a few antacid tablets and one of Theodore Roosevelt’s favorite quotes, “Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.”
I found two more newspaper clippings, a hand carved box which could only be opened with precise directions of a puzzle. The box was less then two inches in height and width. A miniature red heart was painted on one side of the box and the palm of a hand was drawn on the opposite side. I also found a miniature zip-lock bag containing tiny gifts which symbolized courage, strength and hope; things I had collected from friends and travels.
The first newspaper clipping told the story about a $150 gas card that Bald Head Island was offering for visitors. However, there was no year listed in the article so I’m certain that article was at least a year old.
Another newspaper clipping told the story about two local professors who had recently been awarded with the highest civilian honor bestowed by the North Carolina Governor: the Order of the Long Leaf Pine award. That article did not list a date but it did include the state toast:
“Here’s to the land of the long leaf pine,
The summer land where the sun doth shine,
Where the weak grow strong and the strong grow great,
Here’s to ‘down home,’ the Old North State!”
I felt as if I had discovered a time capsule which I had buried in my car without premeditation. Each item evoked memories far beyond face value of each individual item.
A few people might say the intrinsic value of my memories is little more than a miniature can of trash. However, the epiphany I experienced as I inventoried my buried treasure was worth more than a pound of rare gemstones.
I confess this recent discovery of tiny memories led me on a path I had traveled before but had forgotten. Memories flooded my mind. “What does all of this mean?” I asked.
I realized the tin container held glimpses of previous opportunities in life, a miniature blueprint.
Again I asked myself, “Why did I bury these items? Why did I stop where and when I did?”
Waiting patiently for a response, I remembered why. My mom had a heart attack on July 25th last year. I now remember the urgency I felt to develop a new course of action in my life after the unexpected hospital emergency.
Dr. David Campbell said it best in his book entitled, “If You Don’t Know Where You’re Going, You’ll Probably End up Somewhere Else,” because I found myself in quite a different place than I had planned. A quote in Dr. Campbell’s book stated, “If you want something to happen, you have to make a space for it.”
Mom’s heart attack stopped me in my tracks, but the severity of her situation encouraged me to consciously make a space for many things I wanted to happen. President Roosevelt was right, “Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.” It’s never too early to begin looking for your own time capsule in a tin can.
Angela Scott
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February 6, 2009
Sorting through books my mom gave to me over 30 years ago, I recently found an article she apparently had clipped out of a newspaper. The newspaper had yellowed with age and its edges were ragged but the words were clear.
I telephoned my mom and asked her about the newspaper clipping. “Yes, that sounds like what I used to do,” she said. With the responsibilities and privileges of a family, mom said she would often place a clipping from the newspaper in a book or magazine she was reading, however, because of life she was continually interrupted before completing what she had begun.
Newspaper articles also catch my attention so I frequently grab a pair of scissors to capture ideas which I collect. Perhaps it is because that is what my mom used to do.
Of course, I do not remember reading this particular article. It begins with a simple question we answer every day, “What is Life?” This list of 16 sentences addressing the challenges and victories in life caught my attention.
Life is a challenge … meet it
Life is a gift … accept it
Life is an adventure … dare it
Life is a sorrow … overcome it
Life is a tragedy … face it
Life is a duty … perform it
Life is a game … play it
Life is a mystery … unfold it
Life is a song … sing it
Life is an opportunity … take it
Life is a journey … complete it
Life is a promise … fulfill it
Life is a beauty … praise it
Life is a struggle … fight it
Life is a goal … achieve it
Life is a puzzle … solve it
~Author unknown
The more I looked at the small, fragile piece of paper I knew it was a classic memory and a succinct story of direction for everyday living to share with others. My guess is that the time you spend reading this story is one of the best investments you can ever make in your life. Change your thoughts and change the direction of your life, if you make the choice to do so.
In a book written by Earl Nightingale entitled “Lead the Field,” he said “…thinking is one of the most challenging things human beings do.” It is easy to watch television and movies, because our minds receive information others have chosen for us, the viewers. We have the privilege of deciding what we want to receive and what we want to give.
Think about the stories in your life and select a story to share with another about the single most important lesson you learned from your experience. The story you share and give to another may be the best gift anyone could ever receive, whether now or in the future.
I thanked mom for one of the best gifts she had unknowingly given to me many years ago that I just recently found.
You can only give away what you already possess. Today is a good day to exercise your “giving muscle” and enrich the life of another with a gift that only you can give. Remember, practice makes permanent.
Angela Scott
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September 11, 2008
“What are you reading?” he asked. It was late Saturday evening and I was immersed in my reading. My response, “It is a book entitled “Puffy the Watermelon.” Although I heard his next question, I realized how silly my response sounded as I stated it aloud.
“You’re the only person I know who can go to the Farmers Market and find everything but fresh vegetables,” he remarked. He is right and wrong, of course, because I purchase fresh fruit and vegetables, as well as a unique item or perhaps two.
“It is a childrens’ book about watermelons,” I smiled as I returned to finish reading the book. “Where did you get that?” he asked. I believe this is when we both knew the real story was larger than both of us.
I had met the Watermelon Guy at the Farmers Market that Saturday morning. We had spoken about the magic of a highly effective technique my dad had used to check watermelons for the best eating quality. My dad died over fifteen years ago but I will always remember his story about the magic combination of a broom straw and a watermelon.
As a matter of fact, I usually carry a broom straw in my pocket just in case I find watermelons to purchase and need to check for eating quality… only by touching the outside of the watermelon.
Some people laugh at me when they hear my story about watermelons and broom straws. Others watch my technique and listen to my story. Before I realize what is happening, observers often ask me to select an equally good watermelon for them, too. Sometimes, vendors encourage me to allow their waiting customers to select watermelons on their own. I oblige, of course.
Dad planted all types of fruits and vegetables in our back yard garden when I was much younger. He loved fresh fruits and vegetables; he loved apple trees, fig bushes, plum trees, grape vines, peaches, and especially peanuts. If the tree or plant produced a fruit or vegetable, chances were quite accurate that Dad planted and harvested the fruit or vegetable either from plant vines or tree limbs in our back yard garden.
As a child I helped my parents in the garden, although I confess it was not as much fun then as it is now to reflect on what I really learned. There is verse I remember hearing as a child which supports this memory, “Who plants a seed beneath the sod and waits to see, believes in God.”
Bob Hope’s famous song, “Thanks for the memories,” is my adult acknowledgment of appreciation to my dad.
Angela Scott
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September 5, 2008
Shining brightly, the evening sunset in the sky clearly revealed telephone-shaped shadows on the brick wall. My husband announced, “Look at that! The sun is shining through the dotted outline of holes in each side section of that telephone booth. It is unusual these days to see a telephone booth mounted on a brick wall outside a business.”
I saw the open telephone booth as we entered the store and even noticed someone talking on the telephone as we walked into the store. I also remembered about how unusual it was to see a telephone booth mounted outside a business, especially since the prolific use of cell phones.
But my husband saw the reflection first. I looked again after hearing his observation. Amazed at what I saw, I knew I had a unique photo opportunity. However, this time I did not have a camera with me. My dilemma presented me with an opportunity either to minimize, maximize or cancel, similar to those three symbols on the top right hand corner of a computer screen. While my husband waited in the car, I dashed into the store once again.
Quickly checking disposable camera prices, I found two disposable cameras on sale for the price of one. Only two of those cameras sat on the shelf in the store. Believing those cameras were meant for this moment, I purchased them and immediately returned to the fleeting photo opportunity.
I saw three telephones on that brick wall but only one was real; the others were merely illuminated illusions.
Although easily distinguishable to the eye, I knew this message was for me. I understood the message although it was not in words. I knew who wanted me to talk with Him.
Telephone calls to Him are free and readily available to all, unlike telephone calls placed at pay telephones.
Angela Scott
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September 1, 2008
Mom recently gave some extra pictures to me from my wedding, which was over 28 years ago. The only remark which came to my mind was, “Oh, my.” Suddenly, I realized how much time had elapsed. I remembered things I had not thought of in years. I hugged mom.
Walking in her back yard beside the bed of flowers, I drew in deep breaths of the beautiful blooming pink and white peonies. As a child, I had not appreciated the magnificence of those flowers. As an adult, I hungered for their beauty.
“Mom, these peonies are gorgeous,” I quickly shared my thoughts. She said, “I don’t know if they smell good or not.” Although the roaring in my ear reminded me of the Meniere’s disease, my nose still worked. “They smell heavenly!” I exclaimed.
Mom saw those peonies every summer day for over 55 years. I did not. I moved away. Obviously, we are older and wiser now. Mom has mobility challenges and my hearing is impaired but our love is deep.
We celebrate our birthday on the same day, a rich blessing from a Godly mom. I was due on the 27th of September but mom had asked the doctor if it would be safe for me to be born on her birthday. He said yes. Mom told me she knew it would be difficult then but she knew the pain would be replaced with a brand new life.
She loved me before my birth and I am thankful she still loves me today. Next Monday, mom will celebrate her 90th birthday and I have the privilege of sharing my birthday with her. Thanks mom. Unconditional love is truly amazing.
Angela Scott
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July 31, 2008
It surprised me when I walked into the office supply store. The sign screamed “15 cents” as I read the fine print indicating the limit of 5 packages of notebook paper per person. “Hmm,” I thought silently, “another opportunity to save a few dollars on school supplies. This is fun and yet I must confess I am addicted to saving money.”
As I reviewed the sales flier, I noticed the announcement which stated the door buster sales were only valid on Sunday and Monday. “Report portfolios, 1 penny each, a savings of 38 cents per report cover with a limit of 10 per customer.” Practical and extremely economical, the thrill of the hunt for the next bargain guided me as I walked through the aisles in the store.
Walking toward the cashier with my $3 coupon in hand, I realized I had only spent 85 cents before sales tax was added. The fine print on the coupon clearly stated, “$3 minimum purchase.” Turning to my husband, I said, “I have to check on some additional items.” After all, this shopping surprise was now an addicting challenge.
“Crayons, 25 cents per package, limit of 5 packages per customer,” I nodded my head in agreement and mentally totaled my expenses. “$1.25 for crayons, 75 cents for notebook paper, 10 cents for report portfolios with a grand total of $2.10. With only a momentary pause, I knew there had to be something else on sale, which would be practical as well.
That’s when I saw it, “1 inch 3-ring notebook binders, 50 cents each, limit of 2 per customer.” Smiling as I walked toward the cashier, my arms held 5 packages of notebook paper, 5 packages of crayons, 10 report covers, 2 notebooks and the $3 coupon, of course.
Watching as the cashier entered each amount into the cash register, she said, “Your total, after tax, is 11 cents.” I could hardly believe my ears but yet I knew I had followed the guidelines to use the $3 coupon. I maximized my coupon savings in an exponential way.
This is the second attack of coupon crack, which caught me by surprise. My dog puppet, “Miss Kitty,” summarized the first story about coupon crack. However, this time Miss Kitty was in the middle of an afternoon nap at home so this is my story of strategically saving money, by accident.
“Look at all of the school supplies I purchased for 11 cents,” I announced with a grin to my husband. “How did you do that?” he asked. But, then he paused. When he understood the reality of this highly effective shopping event, he nodded his head in agreement.
A few weeks ago I found an interesting quote in a book written by Dr. David P. Campbell, “If you want something to happen, make a space for it.” Waiting patiently, I am making a space for the 3rd attack of coupon crack as I ponder when and where the next opportunity will develop.
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July 27, 2008
“You look so calm. How do you do it?” my friends asked. “What are they really asking?” my thoughts blurred. They said I looked calm, without any worries. Oh, if they only knew the storms raging within my thoughts. Yet, the quiet in the hospital’s 7th floor reading room is the place where I found “Anatomy of an Illness” by Norman Cousins. This book seemed to be waiting as a gift of sustaining strength for me.
Hospital staff focused on their arduous tasks of highly skilled health care for numerous patients requiring care for critical health needs. My focus on humor, inspiration, health and faith, of course, carried me through the storm of my life, a heart transplant for my spouse. It is a good thing I did not fully comprehend what was really happening, until our life resumed after his heart transplant.
I remembered a sermon my previous pastor, Richard Hipps, had preached several years earlier about Norman Cousins and a book Cousins had written entitled, “Anatomy of an Illness.” Cousins discovered his pain slowly diminished proportionately with laughter. The more he chuckled, the less pain medicine he needed to conquer a painful disease.
Ultimately, his discovery of laughter’s healing quality restored his health years ago, and that gives me hope today. The decision to follow Norman Cousins’ prescription required a minimal amount of time because it was easy to remember the comedians I enjoyed the most as a child. First, I remembered Jonathan Winters and Red Skelton. Norman Vincent Peale’s inspirational writing of positive thinking was next. Peale’s writing opened a new path for me in addition to new avenues of thought related to the healing qualities of music.
I also found Bible verses I had not previously attempted to memorize now gave me the opportunity to focus on God, rather than myself. A passage of scripture in Job 11:17-19 was particularly challenging for me, however, I successfully memorized it and it continually gives me comfort.
The memorization technique I used was the “sentence writing” method, a method of punishment for misbehavior in class was used by my teachers in middle school. Those sentences of punishment, which they required to be written at least 100 times or more, taught me a lesson I will always remember. “I will not talk in class.” An effective method such as this one would most certainly assist me with memorizing one or two Bible verses…
I got the message. For more years than I prefer to recall, I was known as the quiet student; one who painfully learned the repetition of writing a message or thought over and over would deeply embed the message in my mind. Earl Nightingale was right, “We become what we think about.”
Even though those teachers from years passed had intended “sentence writing” as punishment, my decision as an adult to use this technique as my own personal learning tool gave me hope when I least expected it and needed it the most.
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July 16, 2008
Walking into the photography studio, I paused as I opened the door. “This is our first studio portrait,” I silently said to myself.
Wearing a midnight blue three piece pantsuit for the first time reminded me of the Cinderella story. “Is this my imagination or is this real?” I felt like a princess on the inside as well as the outside. “Today is the first time I have worn this outfit, even though I bought it over two years ago,” my thoughts blurred.
“My adopted son, a ventriloquial figure named Sonny, is wearing a new three piece suit I bought for him last year before I ever held him in my arms,” my thoughts continued. Yet, today we are here together as a team.
I sat on the chair and held Sonny in my arms. He is 45 years old and I’m a few years his senior… That’s my story and I’m sticking with it. In the studio, Lyndon Lloyd, our photographer adjusted the lights and camera quickly.
“Lean closer to the dummy,” he said as he changed the camera setting. I asked in a mischievous voice, “Which one?” I wondered how many dummies Lyndon had photographed in his studio so I asked him without any hesitation. He smiled and said, “Well…” I knew he caught my train of thought so I clarified my question. “How many wooden dummies have you photographed in your studio?” He paused and I knew his answer. This event was one for the record books at Lloyd’s Photography.
He said, “You will be able to view the photos tomorrow on the internet.” However, much to my amazement, I received a call about 6:00 p.m. that same afternoon announcing the photos had already been uploaded for my review.
Excitedly I began following Lyndon’s instructions to view the photos. I watched the entire slideshow of forty-eight photos. For the first time as an adult, I felt the magic of a childhood dream come to fruition. I admit it was awkward at first but I know I walked out of the studio door a different person than when I first walked in.
We laughed and talked during the photo session. Renewed with encouragement and filled with hope, I understand the importance of listening to the still small voice in my heart.
“Rudy” knows the power of pursuing your dreams. I met Daniel Reuttiger, “Rudy,” in person at High Point University on April 22nd this year. He shared from his heart and told about the numerous challenges he battled as he refused to let his dream die, his dream as a young boy who wanted to play football at Notre Dame, even though others laughed at his ambitions. When the power of a dream is fueled with passion, miracles happen.
Henry van Dyke said, “Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look at the stars.” Yes, I am indeed thankful to walk through this door into my childhood dream, one of the many blessings given to me in life.
The photography website is http://www.lloydsphotographyofnc.com
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