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A Driveway Moment for McCain

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I pulled into the driveway, dropped my head to the steering wheel and wept a hurricane of tears.

I wept for Senator John McCain. I have stood in the room in Hanoi where he was imprisoned, saw the photos of the POWs of Vietnam. I’ve heard so many first-hand accounts from the men and women who served in Vietnam I could write one a day and never run out. There are terrible stories of young men crying out for their mothers as they drew their last breaths. Stories of civilians injured and dying. Collateral damage, they call it. It’s a term, instead of a story. A statistic of war, instead of someone’s daughter or son.

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Conrack: An Unconventional Teacher

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While millions tuned into the Grammys last night, I re-watched a movie I haven’t seen in some 20 plus years. I’d had my fill of Kanye Lost from his weekend Twitter begging like a wayward Prosperity Gospel preacher on a midnight binge.  Good for Taylor Swift for telling young girls and boys that it is “hard work” that makes dreams come true and leaves a person feeling good about themselves. That’s one thing Kanye never counted on: Taylor having a voice strong enough to tell him to shove off.

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Theology of Love According to the Beatles

 

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Race Elder sat in his Nashville law office alone on yet another Saturday night. He’d taken up working on Saturdays after his wife of 23 years died. One minute they’d been planning a trip to the South of France, and the next they were planning her funeral.

Brandy went to Dr. Drew for stomach cramps. She thought he’d give her anti-inflammatory, tell her to lay off the chocolate and caffeine for awhile.  Instead, he informed her that she had Stage Four Ovarian cancer. She was dead six months later.

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VA’s Broken Promises

 

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He’s a family member, this veteran I know. But he’d have you know that he was never on the front lines, never fought in combat the way so many of my veteran friends did, the way my own daddy did. So for far too many years, really up until just two years ago, I didn’t know anything about the injury he sustained while serving in Germany.

It was an injury severe enough to land him in the hospital, when the infection set in he was life-flighted to a bigger, better hospital. They called his momma and daddy back home in Oregon and told them that he was pretty sick and unsure of how it might all turn out. All his folks could do was sit by the phone and pray. They are good praying people, those two, so they did that.

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Life in the Bubble

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I was driving over the pass today, headed from one state to the next, from one grandson to the next, from one daughter to the next, doing that thing women have done ever since we could stand on our own two feet – helping.

It was a long drive and I was tired. As I told Pistol Pete this morning, “You wear me out.” To which he replied, “You wear me out, too, Ranny.”

Pistol Pete got a baby brother this week. He likes him very much, in very brief spurts, which is probably the best way to get used to any new person, if you think about it.

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