We all know those people who are totally involved with themselves. No matter what happens, they interpret each event as it relates to them. It doesn’t matter that they may be lacking in manners or empathy or respect for others. I know people who do not ask the question “What have you done for me?” Instead they ask, “What have you done for me lately?” No matter how much you do for them, it is never enough. And, when the…..
When I wrote “Choosing Life” I told you a little about how my father ended. Let me tell you how he began. I have a box of momentos that I saved from my childhood. In it there are several pins that my father received from having perfect attendance at his Baptist Sunday School. When I became a Christian (in my twenties), my dad told me that he had “accepted Christ” when he was a boy in Sunday School. My dad…..
When I wrote “Choosing Life,” I told you a little about my father’s father. Grandpop worked in a rivet factory and, after the war, got my father started in that business. He was an Irishman, and therefore charming, but he was a drunk. Every Friday night he spent his whole paycheck at the local bar. Grandpop also had a short fuse. One time, when another man at the bar made him angry, he knocked him unconcious with a single punch……