Category Archives: Work

Mr. Willie

When he smiles, it is obvious he has only one front tooth on top. He has a pear-shaped body so his hips are wider than his shoulders, and he walks with a limp. He always looks sleepy, and the giant T-shirts he wears every day with his thick glasses give him the appearance of a dull wit.

The thing is, he’s not. He’s actually quite witty, charming too. And he’s smart. It’s not that he’s educated. He’s not. But he’s wise. Wise is better. Continue reading Mr. Willie

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One-Legged Robin

It didn’t have a hurt leg tucked under. It has one, and only one, leg.

I noticed the robin last month when working in the yard, mainly because he let me get a lot closer than most birds do before they fly off. It was working double overtime looking for food. It half jumped, half flapped its wings to move. Continue reading One-Legged Robin

That’s His Story, This Is His Hope

He had a headache, not bad, just one Tylenol bad.  It didn’t stop, so he took two and went to bed.  He felt funny the next morning, but did his regular thing.  That afternoon he had another headache and grabbed a bottle of Ibuprofen and took 4.  He still didn’t feel very well and thought he was coming down with something.

The next morning, he still felt strange, but went to work anyway.  About 2:00 PM he had Continue reading That’s His Story, This Is His Hope

Maybe It Runs In Their Family

A co-worker came and stood in my doorway and started talking, fast, really, really fast. This lady is excellent at her job and has a good sense of humor.  She is normally somewhat reserved and by all accounts is a highly ethical, together and classy person.  She was going office to office handing out a pile of new phone books.  Normally, she is NOT a morning person and certainly not a big talker early in the morning. In fact, she usually has an invisible wall around her until about 9:30 AM when the glaze disappears from her eyes after having a cup of coffee or two.

She was wearing glasses, which I’d never seen her wear before except to read.  As she talked in NASCAR Jimmy Johnson speed, she asked, “Do you wanna a new phone book?”

I was about to answer, but she started talking at 70 mph and gathered speed.  “I don’t know why they print so many of these phone books because I have three different ones Continue reading Maybe It Runs In Their Family