What's it ALL About?

“Are you sure you understood her correctly? You didn’t miss something in the translation?” “No, Dad. One large room with two queen beds and a balcony overlooking the ocean, free transportation to the island in the bay, and unlimited food and beverages.” “For each night.” “No. For both nights.” “For each of us.” “No. For all three of us.” My husband leaned over the counter and stared at the clerk. “One hundred fifty US dollars. That’s all?” We were traveling with our daughter in the Dominican Republic several years ago, and this was our first experience with an all-inclusive. We obviously had hit the jackpot! “All” is a pretty daunting word when you think about it. As humans we have trouble g

Guaranteed Promises

“I know the glue on the other windows didn’t hold, but I ordered this entire unit directly from the factory. I guarantee the hinges will not fall apart.” I really was growing weary of going back to the car dealership every few weeks. The hinges on the vent windows of our Chevette kept coming unglued. I was sure it was a problem deeper than just the glue, but the service manager insisted he could fix it. We’d even had two windows blow away, shattering on the road in our rear view mirror. As much as I wanted to trust his guarantee, I was leery. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before I showed up for another “guaranteed” fix. There was a commercial on TV a few years ago in which the president of a m

Risk Taking

“I’ll bet you a dollar he strikes out!” “I’ll take that bet!” The batter struck out and the dollar bill passed down the line of young baseball fans. “I’ll bet you a dollar that he makes it to first base!” “I’ll take that bet!” The batter got a walk and the same dollar bill passed back to the original owner. Our family was enjoying our first Fenway Park baseball game. In front of us was a group of developmentally challenged young men and their counselors. All through the game, the same dollar bill passed from one to another, each betting on the outcome of a play. There was no real gamble, no real risk. But these fellows felt like they were living on the edge. They were part of something. But

Trees of Guilt

“I can’t believe it’s still there! How could you after I told you I didn’t want to see it when I came home?” I stood there with shame and guilt all over me. My mom had been gone for three weeks in January visiting my grandfather in Iowa for his birthday. When she drove away with my little brother right after the New Year, her last words to me had been, “Get that tree down!” No use passing the blame off to my dad or even to my older sister who had enough stress with high school. I was the one who had been given the job. She’d said she could count on me. Oh, brother! That made it even worse. Well, I’d made a stab at it. The ornaments came off over several days when I didn’t have anything else

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