Showing posts with label conversations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conversations. Show all posts

Thursday, September 25, 2008

My Neighbor

Talk about your money makeover. America's currency has been going through a facelift in recent years ... new twenties, ten and five dollar bills, state quarters, nickels, and new Presidential dollar coins.

Now it's the penny's turn.

There's a link there that will give you a sneak peek at the four new back-penny designs, in honor of the 200th anniversary of Lincoln's birthday next February.

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I was talking with my neighbor the other day. He mentioned they were thinking of moving.

"Oh?" I replied, trying to get more information. "Better job? Don't like the neighborhood? The schools?"

"Oh, we like the house just fine," he says, "but the landlord asks too much for the rent."

"Really?"

"Yup. Last month he asked five times."

[from Laugh Letter]

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WISDOM for YOUR WEEK: "So do not throw away your confidence; it will be richly rewarded. You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised." (Hebrews 10:35-36)

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Friday, August 03, 2007

A Small Conversation

So in my disguise as a mild-mannered postal retail clerk, I had this conversation at my window yesterday.

A classic "little old lady" had walked up and purchased a few stamps, when she looked at my name tag and said, "My son's name is Mark."

I smiled and confidently replied, "It's a good name."

"He died."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."

"When he was 41."

At a loss, I offered, "Was he able to leave you any grandchildren?"

"No."

"Well, I am sorry for your loss, ma'am."

"He had Crohn's Disease. He died two days after his fifth operation."

At this point, before I could muster another response, she said, "I had five sons. He was the youngest." And then she toddled away.

The selfish part of me was squirming. It was all, like, "thanks for letting me know my name reminds you of something tragic...." but the more mature spirit in me realized she just wanted someone to talk to about it. I had the sense this had happened in her life quite some time ago, not recently, but we honestly didn't talk about that.

And now I've talked about it with someone. The circle of life goes on.