I looked at their grocery basket and could see it had the basics. Just what would get them by until payday. I recognized it after having been that way myself in my younger days. I remember the heartbreak of knowing my kids wanted an occasional treat we could not afford, so I told the clerk at Walmart to put her cart on my card. read more →

When I was in second grade I often dealt with a bully from another class. The next year he apologized and said it was because he was jealous of my ‘boyfriend’ who by then had moved on. read more →

The Cab Ride.
There was a time in my life twenty years ago when I was driving a cab for a living. It was a cowboy’s life, a gamblers life, a life for someone who wanted no boss, constant movement, and the thrill of a dice roll every time a new passenger got into the cab.

What I didn’t count on when I took the job was that it was also a ministry. Because I drove the night shift, the car became a rolling confessional. Passengers would climb in, sit behind me in total darkness and anonymity, and tell me of their lives. read more →

Lighten someone's burden.
Something special happened to me and my husband 20 years ago, right before Christmas, but I still remember it like it was yesterday.

We were living in New York but had applied for a mortgage to buy a home back in Ohio. It was iffy whether we would get approved and the loan officer told us to absolutely NOT touch our savings or charge anything on our credit cards, so we didn’t buy a Christmas tree or any decorations. read more →

K.B.Several weeks ago, I was contacted by Crista who had recently lost a treasured friend. She told me how amazing her friend was and how she’d found love late in life with her best friend Chris.

K.B. and Chris had only been married a short time when K.B. passed away, but the thing that he remembered most about the love of his life was her generosity and kindness.

Crista asked me in an email, if she could pay for 5,000 kindness cards to be printed as a tribute to her friend K.B. She told me she only wanted 200 to be sent to Canada which she would give to Chris and for me to send out the rest as I normally would.  read more →

After reading the book “How full is your bucket”, my youngest was 7 at the time and he showed how well he understood the process one night when we were out for dinner and he smoothly and gorgeously told our waitress how pretty she looked. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree and I am sure she will remember that forever. He turned to me and said “it’s alrighty mummy, I was just filling her bucket”.