Share a Good Story: Pay it Forward

powder-snow in the rockiesRecently, I suffered a loss that left me feeling blue until the night my neighbor, a jovial man, stopped me in the yard. He was eager to talk and told me a heart-warming tale that I’d like to share. It goes like this.

The Little Bear

I was at the Little Bear, you know, that rustic tavern in the Colorado Rockies that everybody’s been to at least once? Even Wille Nelson’s made a few surprise visits. I was there years ago when I was in my twenties. It was January. The snow was falling. The fire was crackling in the fireplace. You get the picture?

I looked across the bar and  saw the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I mean, I got this big  smile on my face, so big I could almost feel it stretching up to my ears. I couldn’t stop grinning. I couldn’t stop looking at her.

She saw me, walked over and said, “I see you’re in love.”

I told her, yes, I was in love and she said, “So am I.”

We had a wonderful relationship for some time. But I was to young, to immature, to make it last.

Yet to this day I can still  see her smiling, and I wish her all the happiness and love in the world. I know she is somewhere, happy and content, because that is who she is and I am blessed for having known her. 

He was smiling from ear to ear and I could feel what he was feeling. So share your good stories because you never know whose heart you might heal.




Hope for a New Age

Real People Real Stories

First Grade 1933 Council Bluffs Iowa Ben Franklin Elementary School
Council Bluffs Iowa

These children attended first grade in 1933 during the Great Depression.  Even though money, food and jobs were scarce, they still obtained an eduction.  When they graduated from high school, the Depression lifted as the United States entered World War II. Then came rationing to support the war.  After the war, they created the American middle-class: home ownership rose, poverty declined.   Later in life, these children would be known as the Greatest Generation: resourceful, humble, hearty.  Not only did they survive enormous challenges of economic disparity and war, they created a prosperous society.  These first graders were our greatest hope for a new age.  And they still are.

So, if any one has information or knows the story of a child in this photo, please share the story.

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I Speak Meow


I recently rummaged up this photo of Princess, my eighteen year-old cat. Boy, she looked grumpy, yet I hadn’t noticed between all the nose kisses, mouse plays, cat-post scratching and napping she loved to do.

Three weeks ago, her mews told me it was time to see the vet. Before going, I made a quick call to Jesus hoping for a divine intervention. It didn’t happen. Instead, I recalled my father saying that good people don’t let animals suffer. So Princess and I drove off to visit the vet.

I told the vet how her meows had changed, and how we had been best buddies for so long.

“Knowing love, especially for so long, is a blessing,” the vet assured me. “But sometimes letting go can be the kindest gift of all.”

And so, on that advice, I let my Princess move-on and ended her suffering that the kidney failure had caused.

She is in a better place, and I am forever grateful that for many years, I spoke meow.