Perhaps the Sea of Galilee wasn’t their wisest choice for dipping but it has been my opinion for years that politicians should take a flying leap into a lake or ocean, and this time they did, just not enough of them. The real wonder is that the media took an entire year to find out about it.
And by the way, don’t we have enough really serious problems to worry about in the U.S. without embarrassing a five-year-old Oklahoma City kindergartner for wearing a University of Michigan sweatshirt. Since when are we required to be a fan of the universities or colleges of the state in which we live? I am quite sure my grandson wears green Michigan State University sweatshirts to his high school in Virginia, as his mother was a MSU graduate. I’m just proud of the fact that both his mother and father went to college for a sound education and grandson plans to as well! Come on!
We could concentrate instead on stories like the young fellow from KY who died but left behind a wish that his family would go for pizza, as he had wanted to do, and give a big tip to a waitress. They followed his wishes in spades. They went for pizza and tipped the waitress $500. What an unexpected surprise and delight for her. The mother said it helped to do something like that instead of focusing on her son’s death. His family has set up a fund so that others can donate and keep this big tipping idea going forward.
My youngest daughter and a couple of her friends were in a Northeastern restaurant for breakfast on New Years Day many, many years ago. Apparently, our server was unhappy about having to work for the holiday because she was extremely grumpy and the service was really, really terrible. As a group, we decided to leave her a $20 tip and a note that we hoped it made her day better. Whether it did anything for her or not we’ll never know, but it certainly made us feel good.
I had the nicest surprise this week. My best friend from teenhood years on up, died a year ago last May and her daughter called me from their hometown in Indiana on Monday to say, “You are loved!” Now how could that not brighten anyone’s day? What a lovely thought.
I am hoping to share some really exciting news with you next week. Until then, God Bless.
At 45, Widow Minshall began 20 years of solo full-time RVing throughout Alaska, Mexico, and Canada. Sharlene canoed the Yukon, mushed sled dogs, worked a dude ranch, visited Hudson Bay polar bears, and lived six months on a Mexican beach. She lectured at Life on Wheels, published six RV-related books and wrote a novel, “Winter in the Wilderness.”