Free Gifts

I just realized that even though next week is my 39^th birthday, it actually signifies the completion of 40 laps around the sun.  Not 39.  We don’t celebrate the day we are actually born as our first birthday; we celebrate it a year later, after completing our first lap.  So, coming upon 40 laps, I’ve had some thoughts.

First, I don’t feel 40 (or 39, or whatever).  Second, sometimes I feel 12, sometimes I feel 99.  But, never 40.

 

Last year, right around my birthday, I came up with the idea that I am “adaptable” rather than “moldable”.  I think that still holds true.  Being adaptable is a conscious effort on the part of humans.  We allow ourselves to adapt.  It’s a decision we can always back out of.  And, if it is a conscious choice, it is a good thing, right?  Maybe yes, maybe no.  It depends on the circumstances revolving around the choice to adapt.  Are we choosing to do so based on what is the best for us, or what “other’s” think is the best for us? 

Being adaptable is a gift, a wonderful present called “free will” that we were all given the day we are born.  It is non-refundable and non-returnable.  It’s a gift that we are all free to use every day.

How are we going to use it?

Excerpt from "The Plane Truth"

"It's timely, terrifying and a great read," - Joyce Brennan, Author 

 

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     “So, how many plane crashes have you been in, Aiden?”

     “We’re not crashing,” he reminded her.  “We’re landing.”

     “Not helping,” she said and managed a small smile.

     “We’ll be fine.  And, after we land in one piece, you and I will have a drink together…to calm your nerves,” he said.

     He was her potential boss.  She couldn’t have a drink with him.  Or could she?  Just what was he asking?

     For a moment she forgot all about their impending doom and began worrying that she had bad breath.

     “A drink, at the airport in Reno.  You and me…” he started.

     Suddenly, a very loud bang rocked the plane slightly to the side and the cabin lights flickered.

 

 

 

A Love Story

One hot summer day in Phoenix, a debonair Mr. Fox took a stroll down the street with his brother and saw the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life.  Such blinding beauty caused him to stumble off the sidewalk and fall smack on his butt (a stunt he would never live down).  Nevertheless, he calmly introduced himself to the stunning stranger found himself utterly mesmerized, so beguiled in fact that he went to the home of his fiancé and cancelled their wedding plans (to her merit, the stranger was not aware that he was engaged). 

Mr. Fox was ensnared by this fascinating woman who defied the “norm” not only by hunting and bootlegging, but by wearing pants.  Men’s blue jeans in fact. The audacity!  But, she cleaned up well and they were married for over 60 years.  They had two children, who had four children, who had five children, who had six children; none of whom would have come to be if he hadn’t fallen off the curb at her feet that fateful day.

My great-grandmother, that sly, pants-wearing bootlegger, would have been 106 today.  And if she were still here, I know she would tell me dirty jokes just like she always did (and making this girl blush is difficult!).   And if Mr. Fox were here, he would be grinning ear to ear, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that he made the right decision.

The Plane Truth

What would you do if you thought you were going to die, and you were strapped into a seat next to the person that might be the love of your life, especially if you had never told them how you felt?

Locked in their seats, Emily and Aiden are forced to face life and death together after fate throws a lightning bolt their way.

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