From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Drafting guys over 60

July 12, 2018



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I recently went back to my hometown in Duncan, Oklahoma to see my 91-year-old mom and my sister and her family. My mom is in an assisted living residence and doing quite well. We moved her out of our home a few years ago and still have the home with over 66 years of memories.

My sister and I went over to the home one day to begin the cleaning out process and of course it has lots of things to cause one to go back to their childhood.

I found several letters from my dad (who passed away in 2003) while I was in college. In one of the letters was my draft card. Dad sent a letter with it reminding me to study hard or I would be going into the army instead of playing college football. Needless to say -- I didn't go into the service and I graduated with honors. But the card was 50 years old and a reminder of the era I was living.

I grew up during the Vietnam War. I was in college when they came out with the lottery. My number was 326. Others weren't so lucky. And when they didn't take care of their grades -- they were immediately enlisted in the Army and eventually sent to Vietnam.

A high school classmate sent me the following. This isn't meant to ridicule the young men and women who are standing in the gap for us during the war on the other side of the world. But it did make some sense for us who remember Vietnam and those who lost their lives...including three of my high school classmates. However - you might think about the following:

"I am over 60 and the Armed Forces think I am too old to track down terrorists. You can't be older than 42 to join the military. Instead of sending 18-year-olds off to fight - they ought to take us old guys.

For starters, researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every 10 seconds. Old guys only think about sex a couple of times a day...maybe. That leaves us with more than 28,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.

An 18-year-old doesn't even like to get up before 10:00 a.m. Old guys always get up early to pee. Since I can't sleep and I'm up already - I might as well be tracking down a terrorist.

If captured we couldn't spill the beans because we'd forget where we put them. In fact, name, rank, and serial number would be a real brainteaser.

Boot camp would be easier for old guys. We're used to being yelled at and we're used to soft food. They could lighten up on the obstacle course. I've been in combat and never saw a rope hanging over a 20-foot wall.

The last thing a terrorist would want to see is a couple million old guys with attitudes and automatic weapons who know their best years are already behind them.

Hey! How about recruiting women over 50...in menopause? You think men have attitudes? Ohhhhh my gosh! If nothing else - put them on border patrol. They'll have it secured the first night.

An 18-year-old has his whole life ahead of him. He's still learning to shave, to start ta conversation with a pretty girl. He still hasn't figured out that a baseball cap has a brim to shade his eyes - not the back of his head.

These are all great reason to keep our kids at home to learn a little more about life before sending them into harm's way."

But since old guys will have to remain at home -- we must remember to pray for our young men and women who are defending our country.

Old friend Robert said, "I am concerned for the security of our great Nation; not so much because of any threat from the outside, but because of the insidious forces working from the inside."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Health Warnings all around us

July 1, 2018



It seems that the older I have gotten, the more health warnings that have been given to us. For instance - kids today are being deprived of soft drinks and they have gone to great lengths to make sure that they aren't available at school.

I recently saw where we should avoid eating hot dogs. Are you kidding me? That is almost un-American!

Can you imagine going to a baseball game and the guy walking up and down the aisle yelling, "Broccoli, Cauliflower, Grapenuts!" instead of "Hotdogs, Peanuts, Cracker Jacks!"

I remember when growing up my dad would be going to the Dairy Queen on Saturday before the start of the Oklahoma football game on television. He would be going to get a hamburger, but he would ask me if I wanted something.

This will show my age, but you could get five foot long hotdogs for one dollar that would include cheese, mustard, chili, and onions. So, that's what I would ask him to get me. Once he returned, I would eat all five in a row while cheering on the Sooners.

But times have changed haven't they?

We hear almost weekly about new health warnings. The time of the warning isn't always good. This past week I read the first few words of a warning, but quickly turned the page. Come on - forecasting doom for those who eat hotdogs?

What is a July 4th picnic without a hot dog, or two, or maybe three? No - I'm not interested in what is in the weiner! As long as the package says, "all beef" that is good enough for me. Though I don't mind the weeny that is made out of chicken, turkey, and pork.

You can also forget telling me about the calories and grams of fat. Remember it is a holiday picnic - not a weight watchers weigh-in meeting.

With that said, before I start getting E-mails lecturing me about not being a responsible eater, I can assure you that I am presently doing some weight evaluation. Over the past couple of years -- I have lost 22 pounds.

It seems that as we get older, we exercise less and eat more. For most of my life, I was in proper weight range, but the last four years have seen what I said at the start of this paragraph.

Did you know American's eat 20 billion hot dogs a year? Each American averages 70 a year and if we were all standing in line for a hot dog -- it would span the U.S. interstate highway system.

We eat enough hot dogs to reach the moon and back four times. There were over 210 million hot dog packages sold at grocery stores last year. There were 21 million hot dogs sold at ballparks.

So I am on a mission to get back to a more healthy weight though I don't believe that my push for hot dogs on July 4th should be an indictment to my desire to eat healthier for the other 364 days. More importantly, we should pause on July 4th to be thankful to the men and women who serve in the military. And to certainly remember those who gave the ultimate sacrifice in death so we might have the freedom of life in this blessed nation. Have a great 4th of July celebration, stay safe, and have a hot dog on me!

Old friend Robert said, "Why do they sell 10 hot dogs in a package , but only eight hot dog buns in a package? They say hot dogs can kill you. How do you know it's not the bun?"

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

A true golf nut

June 25, 2018



There are women out there that think their husbands abuse the privilege of playing golf. Some even refer to themselves as "golf widows" when talking about the men they married who have a love affair chasing a little white ball around a golf course.

For all of you ladies who think you have been abandoned, perhaps you need a standard in which to compare your husband against someone who really is a "golf nut" in the truest sense.

Bob Fagan isn't a bad golfer, far from it. But he is a badly obsessed golfer, and the virus he caught some 40 years ago is as virulent as any ever uncovered. The California resident, a 50-something 2.5 handicap, is the reigning Golf Nut of the Year, a somewhat debatable honor bestowed by the Golf Nuts Society of America. Here are some highlights from a golf resume that can only be described as surrealistic that I found:

* He has played more than 1,600 golf courses in the United States. In doing so, he may have played with more different people on more different courses than anyone alive.

* He has played more of the top-ranked courses in America than anyone else. At last count, he has played 710 of 1,300 courses currently on Golfweek's "America's Best" ballot, and 190 of the 200 courses comprising the "America's Best" list of top 100 classic and modern courses.

* At the age of 48, he played six different 18-hole courses in 114 degree heat in Palm Springs in July in a single day, while walking and carrying his bag in three of the rounds. And on the sixth and final course, Tamarisk CC, he had no drinking water and the clubhouse was closed. "It was like the Burma Death March," said Bob.

* He played in 65 mph winds and rain on the morning of his wedding. His was the only group on the course, and their umbrellas were destroyed.

* He played in 85 mph winds (gusts exceeding 100 mph) and had trouble keeping his bag on his shoulder, breathing, and dodging falling branches and walking, but he still was able to get nine holes in.

* In 2000 and 2001, he spent more money on caddies, carts, and green fees than he realized in total household income.

* He took a six-figure pay decrease to gain an entry-level job with an airline so he could get travel privileges to play more courses outside his driving area. As a result, in 10 months in 2002 he jetted away on 29 different golf trips.

* After graduating first in his MBA class with the most lucrative starting job offer of the entire class, he took a job as an assistant apprentice golf professional at a prestigious private club in Philadelphia at minimum wage.

* He drove 2,300 miles solo from Williams, Arizona non-stop without sleep to Philadelphia to Pine Valley Golf Club, considered the world's greatest golf course.

* He played 18 holes in 35 degree below zero wind-chill temperatures (-4 degrees F.) winning more than $800 in bets while breaking par.

* After playing Yale University Golf Club in the morning, he got caught in a massive traffic jam, missing the ferry to get to Fishers Island, so he chartered a plane ride for the 1.5 mile distance to the Island and made his tee time.

* Woke up early in Toronto, Canada, drove and played Oak Hill's East Course in Rochester, New York. Was still on the 16th tee 60 minutes prior to his flight's departure, but finished the round, packed the car, thanked the professional, returned his rental car and still caught his flight to Long Island at which point he drove to and played both Piping Rock in a downpour and The Creek Club -- all in the SAME DAY.

* Played 26 top-ranked courses in Michigan in a five-and-a-half-day period, while setting four course records, and driving more than 1,300 miles. One of his best golf weeks ever.

* Not having credentials or a ticket, he once talked his way onto the grounds during the second round of the 1997 Masters.

* Has a library of more than 2,820 golf books and has read nearly all of them (many several times).

* Has kept a written record of every 18-hole round that he's ever played.

* Has an alphabetized collection of more than 4,500 scorecards.

And you ladies thought you had it rough. Ready to tee it up fellas?

Old friend Robert said, "Golf is good for the soul. You get so mad at yourself you forget to hate your enemies."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

And the award goes to???

June 18, 2018



I've never really watched awards shows. They've never captured my attention in my years as an adult. Usually the Oscars go to movies I don't like. When I was a young person -- I did watch a few of the award shows and the recipients were people whom I admired like John Wayne, Burt Lancaster, Sydney Poitier, Charlton Heston, Gregory Peck, James Stewart, Jack Lemmon, Clark Gable, Marlon Brando, and George C. Scott to name a few.

And yes, there were the actresses such as Susan Hayward, Grace Kelly, Vivian Leigh, Sally Field, Diane Keaton, Julie Andrews, and Carol Burnett who were a delight to watch.

In my limited viewing of these award shows in my much younger days, we didn't see them as a political platform and a social agenda like we do today.

The political correctness and lecturing from actors, musicians, and others isn't funny, entertaining, or balanced. If I like a movie or a song, I'll watch it, listen to it, and maybe even buy it. But I don't need someone getting an award to determine value for me.

Since I have never been to a New York Broadway show -- the recent Tony Awards had no meaning to me since I wasn't familiar with most of the award winners. It wasn't until the next day that I saw on the internet where Robert DeNiro decided to make a crowd-pleasing fool of himself with his mindless and foolish diatribe toward the President of the United States.

Whether you voted for him or not -- aren't we all still Americans that live in the world's greatest country?

I grew up when people would comment that a certain young man might grow up to be the President of the United States. That used to be an honorable, admirable, and complimentary statement about the character of a young person.

Now -- that comment is rarely heard -- and very few believe that achieving that position is the ultimate goal in life.

We are living in a day and time when one must ask, "Where are the American statesman?" Social media is ripping apart the very fabric of our nation as we express more hatred and raise more questions concerning the integrity and honesty of others whether we know them or not.

Everyone has an opinion on everything no matter how much they know or don't know about the subject or individual.

Sometimes I think we are a country that buries our wounded. If you don't believe that -- just watch the news each day and see how much hatred is spewed out toward others on television, internet, and social media. It is very discouraging and harmful to us as a nation.

At the end of the day, the awards of this world will soon fade away. The fact that most of us even walked this planet will be quickly forgotten. We live in such a fast-paced world that little of what happened before yesterday matters to us. We fail to stop and think about the people that really matter.

In most cases -- I have always like the movies that Robert DeNiro was in excluding a recent movie entitled, "Dirty Grandpa." As a grandpa myself -- I was fooled to thinking it would be a very funny movie. I guess it was to most of the people in the movie audience when I went to see it, but the very word he used at the Tony Awards was used so many times in the first five minutes that I left the movie and demanded a refund of my money.

I found it hard to believe that DeNiro was so hard up for money that he would be a part of such a senseless and foul movie that was nasty and vile.

His use of that same word on national television toward our President was insulting to me and to our country. I took offense to it and vowed that I will never waste my time nor money on a movie with DeNiro in it again. That is my free right to make that choice.

It has caused me to think about the things we support that are a disgrace to the integrity of our country -- a nation that enjoys these freedoms thanks to those who paid the ultimate sacrifice with their lives so we can spew our opinions and hatred toward others that tears us up as a nation.

Whether we realize it or not -- the infrastructure of our nation is sadly deteriorating every day thanks to the negative social media that bombards our society. Everyday one can turn on the television and listen to the morning talk shows -- the daily political broadcasts -- and the nightly entertainment shows that continually lambast our leaders.

I used to enjoy watching Johnny Carson, David Letterman, and Jay Leno. Yes -- they had a few funny plugs toward politicians -- but now that they are gone -- the replacements are not funny and they are demeaning the very fabric of what our nation should be all about and that is unity, love, and support for one another.

It is no wonder I don't watch these programs anymore. Life is hard enough as it is without someone seeking to constantly destroy the lives of others for a laugh. Well -- guess what -- I'm not laughing anymore and we are dangerously moving toward our nation falling -- not from an enemy from the outside -- but from within. If you don't believe that -- read the history of the Roman Empire.

I may not be around when the fall eventually happens because of my age -- but I have children and grandchildren that I love very much and I don't want anything to ever hurt them. Understand? Think about it! Well -- time to watch Andy, Opie, Barney, and Aunt Bea.

Old friend Robert said, "A nation is not conquered from without until it has destroyed itself from within. Is America a country that buries their wounded?"

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

"If the creek don't rise!"

June 11, 2018



One of the great historic shrines in our country is the Alamo. But you don't have to be a Texan to be proud of what happened there.

In 1836, the Mexican General Santa Ana, led 4,000 troops against the Alamo. The Alamo was defended by 200 Texans. Although they were outnumbered 20-to-1 -- the Texans held out for 13 days. In the end, not a man in the Alamo remained alive.

Several years ago -- an oil-rich Sheik tried to buy the Alamo. It seemed he wanted to give it to his son for a wedding present. The Sheik was informed that the Alamo was not for sale - not for any price.

You know - some things should not be for sale. In fact - every one of us should have something that is not for sale. Like -- integrity, character, and honesty.

When I was growing up -- there used to be an expression - "If the creek don't rise." That was a mild type of commitment.

But the phrase "If the creek don't rise" was related more to the commitments we were willing to make in life.

In other words -- I'll do a certain thing "If the creek don't rise."

I found out early in life not to count on people who are not willing to make a more meaningful commitment than this.

For creeks do rise -- you can count on it!

In order for life to be meaningful -- we are to honor our commitments.

The Texans at the Alamo made a life commitment. They took their stand despite the odds and the outcome. They were willing to stand together regardless of what the creek did.

The above words certainly apply to all who have been on a journey for a long time.

You can't buy integrity, character, and honesty. Those three words can be greatly tested when we are facing a rising creek. In the end -- it is commitment that will either win out or be compromised. And above all - our integrity, character, and honesty should never have a price tag!

Old friend Robert said, ""I believe in integrity. Dogs have it. Humans are sometimes lacking it."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

2018 Football media guide ads now being accepted

June 4, 2018



The 2018 high school football season is approaching for Friendswood, Pearland, and Dawson High Schools.

It is also time for area businesses to plan on placing an ad in the football publications. Since I produce the media guides for Dawson, Friendswood, and Pearland, there is still space available in these full-color publications for the 2018 football season.

For the fourth consecutive year -- all three media guides finished in the top three in the nation at the National High School Sports Media Publications Contest with Pearland finishing No. 1, Dawson placing No. 2, and Friendswood being selected No. 3.

All three publications can be seen at http://www.reporternewssports.com/ -- just click on a cover and turn the pages.

Each school manages 100 percent of the money and they can account for every dime spent in these ventures. Plus - each school has a first-class media guide to present to their fans and visiting teams.

If you are interested in placing an ad in one, two, or all three media guides, please give me a call or Email me and I will send you the details of what you need to do.

Both communities need to realize that they can support their individual teams while knowing that all of the money stays at home. Every check is made out to the right organizations of each school and they control all finances without any funny business.

I can be reached at 281.997.6800 or 713.449.7474 or E-mail me at drdaviddavis@yahoo.com to let me know of your interest.

Here are the following E-mails to let us know of your interest in placing a business ad.

Also -- if you are a parent and want to place a personal ad for your son or daughter in any of the three football media guides -- you can use the same E-mail addresses to contact us for the information sheet for each submission. Make plans now as space is limited. Don't wait until the final deadlines in August.

Old friend Robert said, "Texas has four seasons: winter, spring, summer, and football."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

The challenge of parenting

May 29, 2018



My first book that I wrote in 1986 was entitled, "Surviving As A Teenager." It was a challenge rearing four children back then and it is really a challenge now as I watch my children facing the task with their kiddos.

But you know what? The same problems then -- are some of the same problems rearing their ugly heads in our society now.

When I was traveling around the country speaking in schools as the national spokesperson for DARE -- one of the areas I dealt with was "Bullying." That's right -- it existed then just as it does today.

I recall speaking in the schools in Jonesboro, Arkansas in February of 1998. On March 24, 1998 -- Mitchell Johnson, 13, and Andrew Golden, 11, shot their classmates and teachers. Golden, the younger of the two boys, asked to be excused from his class, pulled a fire alarm and then ran to join Johnson in a wooded area 100-yards away from the school's gym.

As the students streamed out of the building, Johnson and Golden opened fire and killed four students and a teacher, who was also pregnant with her first child. That teacher shielded a little girl from getting the intended bullet which resulted in killing the teacher and her unborn child. Ten other children were wounded.

It was a shocking and devastating event especially when they called me to return to speak to the students and parents in that community.

Because Johnson and Golden were 13 and 11, they could not be charged as adults in Arkansas. They were both adjudicated as delinquent and sent to reform institutes. They were to be released when they turned eighteen, as they could legally no longer be housed with minors, but Arkansas bought a facility in 1999 that enabled the state to keep the boys in custody until their twenty-first birthdays. Johnson was freed in 2005; Golden was released in 2007. Neither has any additional criminal records. Arkansas changed its laws following the Jonesboro tragedy so that child murderers can be imprisoned past twenty-one.

And now -- 20 years later -- the horrific and heartbreaking event that happened in Jonesboro has now come close to where my children and grandchildren live.

One of the areas that I spoke about when I returned to Jonesboro was to help parents to build the self-esteem of their children and to genuinely care about others. Here are some of my suggestions.

  1. Parents must support their children to help them realize their successes whether it is athletically, educationally, or socially.
  2. Teach their teenager, and remind them often, that nobody can make them feel inferior without their permission, and they need to be taught not to give that permission to anyone.
  3. Help your child develop an enthusiastic outlook on life.
  4. Encourage your child to carefully choose their friends and to associate with classmates who have high moral values in life and not destructive behavior.
  5. Develop honesty, courtesy, cheerfulness, loyalty, faithfulness, enthusiasm, and other positive characteristics in their life.
  6. Emphasize the importance of education, reading, writing, and thinking for one's self, not for the sake of just getting a grade, but for the development of learning.
  7. Establish a positive and loving environment at home and at school so that children don't feel isolated and alone.
  8. Teach your child to look around and befriend others -- especially those who seem to be loners. Invite them to sit at the lunch table or activities to make new friends.

Parents have a better chance of losing their children between the ages of nine and nineteen to drugs, alcohol, immorality, and suicide than at any other time of their lives. During these critical years -- young people are going through many psychological and physiological changes. At the same time -- they are being bombarded with the moral values of the media, music of this generation, peer groups, school, and family.

This is the time for parents to put your arms around them, hug them, kiss them, and tell them how much you love them and how much you need them. Those are the needs -- and they are real.

Parents need to do this now and not when tragedy strikes and it is too late. Whether they know it or not -- children need you the most at this stage...though they will probably seem to be the least comfortable with you as a parent.

Remember: your kiddos are in the process of a struggle. Wanting to hang on to mom and dad while, at the same time, wanting to let go and find out who they are as an independent person. The key is making sure you are always there when they need you -- and they will -- so don't give up!

Old friend Robert said, "If you find yourself still dealing with who and what you are -- join the human race. It is a life-long struggle -- even for us adults."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Sharing pain helpful to others

May 21, 2018



There was a little six-year-old boy who loved to ride his bicycle. He especially loved to ride his bicycle by going from his driveway and crossing the street to the neighbor's driveway. His parents had warned him that this was dangerous and that he shouldn't do it because he could get hit by a car.

One day, not paying attention to his parents' warnings, he was fatally struck by a car in front of his home. Obviously, his parents were heartbroken. Jason was tragically gone from his family.

A few days after the funeral, the little girl who lived next door was out in her yard playing. She had played with Jason almost every day. She decided to go next door to visit with Jason's mother.

The little girl's mother, who was doing her housework, looked out the window to check on her little girl. Unable to see her in the yard, she walked out on the front porch just about the time her little five-year-old was walking around the bushes from the house where Jason lived.

She waited until her daughter came up to the house and then asked, "Where did you go?" The little girl said, "I went over to Jason's house." The mother, thinking her daughter didn't understand about death said, "Honey, Jason doesn't live there anymore." Her daughter immediately responded, "Oh, I know. I just went to talk to Jason's mother."

The mother thought, "What could my little girl possibly say to comfort Jason's mother?" She said, "Sweetheart, what did you say to her?"

The little girl said, "Oh mother, I didn't say anything to her. I just crawled up into her lap and cried with her."

Sharing in the personal disappointments in the lives of others is very important. Especially in the loss of a loved one.

Or it may be a time of heartache when circumstances change in a person's life.

I think we all go through all of life asking others, "How are you doing?" They ask, "How are you doing?" and we all answer with the standard "Fine!"

Have you ever asked someone how they were doing and you didn't really want to know, but they decided to tell you anyway? And we quickly try to excuse ourselves while thinking, "Why did I ask that?"

When we come to that place in life that we really care -- we won't be afraid to ask how someone is doing. Life is too short to travel through life without reaching out to others. And, who knows, there may be someone who is just waiting for you to really care so they can share their pain.

We may not always have the answer to the "Why's" in life -- but we can let people know that we care and understand.

In the wake of the tragedy at Santa Fe High School -- we may not know "why" -- but we can pray and offer our love should we know anyone who suffered the tragic loss of a loved one.

Old friend Robert said, "The world doesn't care that you know -- until first -- they know that you care."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

The teenage virus

May 14, 2018



One of the ongoing things about having a computer is always being sure that it is equipped to battle any virus that might attack. Each time that Microsoft comes out with a new program, it doesn't take long to receive warnings about someone across the globe trying to infect our computers.

I find it interesting that the evil is usually hidden in a love note. It seems that people are so anxious to receive love that they quickly open the message, only to find themselves infected with something awful.

Teenage virus can be just as dangerous as the computer kind. While my children are now grown...I know that there will still be challenges when my grandchildren get close to those teenage years. With two grand-twins soon to be 12-year-olds in September -- it won't be long till my oldest daughter, LeJoy, and her husband, Larry, will face some teenage challenges as parents.

When LeJoy turned 16 -- she was ecstatic that I fulfilled her birthday wish of having her own phone installed in her room. A private line with her own phone number.

Text Messaging Virus - 22 years later - LeJoy now has twins who both have cell phones and are very active in sending text messages.

We are raising teenagers in America that will have carpal tunnel before they turn 21. Carpal tunnel syndrome strikes men and women of all ages, and is often found in workers whose tasks require repeating the same motion in the fingers and hand for long periods of time. Thus - text messaging can be included in that medical diagnosis.

Teenage Hard Drive Virus - At the present time - you can feel safe because my grand-twins don't even have a driver's permit yet. When they do - I will forewarn you in another column and give you the hours and what location they will be allowed to practice driving as they pursue their crash, oops, driver's license. You should be safe though since they live in La Porte.

One dad recently told me his daughter totaled her car when she ran into a ditch. She wasn't hurt, fortunately. She said, "Dad, I was texting one of my friends!" Not good!

Teenage Mall Virus - This virus usually occurs in large cities which causes your teenager to leave her or his domicile and look for a large building containing other infected teenagers. They know when and where to find each other as they have already sent one another over a dozen text messages on the way. After they meet one another, they wander aimlessly, trying to make contact with other similar groups. When this virus strikes, your teen will whine about "needing to get out of the house."

Teenage Softwear Virus - This virus targets mostly females. Whatever they buy today will be obsolete tomorrow. This virus causes great desire to look like --- other teenagers. I remember when my youngest daughter bought jeans with holes in them. These are the same jeans that I would have been embarrassed to wear when I was her age. Only the "poor" kids in my school wore jeans with holes. Cost? $60. And no -- I didn't buy them -- she did with her own money. She is now 27 and still wearing jeans with holes. She and husband Kenneth now have a daughter, Leighton (newborn), and will face the same dilemma in the future.

Now you can go to Old Navy, JC Penney, Dillard's, etc. and find jeans that have been bleached out or appear that someone left an iron on them too long. I remember putting bleach in a laundry load when I was in college and I had some blue jeans in the load. Bleached spots all over -- ended up being cutoffs. If only I had bleached hundreds and sold them back then to start a new fad...which we were open to back then. Just ask those who wore bell-bottoms.

Of course, there are many other virus' that I will save for later. I need to use the phone. No - I'm not going to text message anyone nor am I going to take a picture and send to a friend. I am actually going to talk on it the old fashioned way.

Old friend Robert said, "Each time that I have felt like I might finally be figuring some things out, life has decided to change the rules and I've had to start all over again."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

The attitude of gratitude

May 7, 2018



Have you ever noticed that life isn't always fair? No matter who you may be, there are going to be times in life that things don't seem fair. We all must face times in life that test our character and our faith.

I remember reading a book several years ago entitled, "When bad things happen to good people."

No one is immune to the hardships and tragedies of life.

I have always been amazed when I read stories of people who seem to go from one tragedy to another and even more amazed at the way they seem to overcome those obstacles of life that would drive most of us into a deep depression.

That's why that I have a hard time understanding some people, who have been spared from life's disparaging times and yet, they seem to always find fault with those they come in contact with on a daily basis.

While it is an old saying, there are those who do turn the lemons of life into lemonade. Then there are those who choose to suck on their lemon and their facial expressions certainly show it.

I recently read a sign that said, "When life gives you lemons -- throw them at somebody!"

I don't think I would suggest you doing that.

I guess that's why most of us find it easy to fall in love with those who have a bubbly attitude, sweet smile, and positive outlook on life. They brighten up a room when they walk in and they certainly leave a deep impression in our hearts.

I am a collector of simple reminders or saying, if you please, that seem to say it all in a short phrase.

So for those of you who are going through those hiccups of life, perhaps one or two of my short sayings will be encouraging to you.

  1. If you worry, you didn't pray. If you pray, don't worry.
  2. Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
  3. Do the math! Count your blessings.
  4. Silence is often misinterpreted, but never misquoted.
  5. Laugh every day, it's like inner jogging.
  6. Growing old is inevitable, growing up is optional.
  7. There is no key to happiness. The door is always open.
  8. A grudge is a heavy thing to carry.
  9. He who dies with the most toys is still dead.
  10. We do not remember the days, but moments. Life moves too fast, so enjoy your precious moments with those that you love.
  11. Nothing is real to you until you experience it, otherwise it's just hearsay.
  12. Surviving and living your life successfully requires courage. The goals and dreams you're seeking require courage and risk-taking. Learn from the turtle. It only makes progress when it sticks out its neck.
  13. Be more concerned with your character than your reputation. Your character is what you really are, while your reputation is merely what others think you are.
  14. Your words of kindness and encouragement will be remembered much longer than any gift that you might have given.
Old friend Robert said, "It's all right to sit on your pity pot every now and again. Just be sure to flush when you are done."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Strange things on E-bay

April 30, 2018



Perhaps you've heard stories of people auctioning off strange items on eBay, like the homely kid who put his virginity up for bid or the bald guys who offer their own heads as advertising space. But those are nothing compared to some of the items that have made their way onto eBay's digital auction block.

Here are ten of the weirdest things ever to appear on eBay. To qualify for this list, the item or items must have received at least one bid, proving the point that no matter what you have to sell, somewhere there is a buyer for it.

10. Item #191367029: The Internet If people can sell plots of land on the moon, then why can't someone sell the Internet? Someone did just that, for the bargain asking price of $1 million. Of course, it was all just a gag and no one actually paid for it.

9. Item #277481422: UFO Detector Final sale price: $135.03.

8. Item #248619068: The Meaning of Life Someone finally figured it out, and they put it up for sale on eBay. Even with eight bids this incredible find didn't fetch much, but it was probably the best $3.26 the winning bidder ever spent.

7. Item #1178647016: Russian Test Space Shuttle This one-of-a-kind item was once offered by a Russian company for $2 million, but was posted on eBay for "a fraction of that." Bidding topped out at $25,200, but perhaps it was the $5,000 shipping price that scared off potential buyers.

6. Item #2961640885: Vampire Killing Kit A solid mahogany wood box kept the items secure until they would be needed. Final bid: $4,550.

5. Item #289158639: Real Shrunken Head Straight from the Jivaro Indian tribe in the jungles of Ecuador to the world's largest electronic marketplace, a total of 26 shrunken heads were put up for sale. Only 7 people bid on them, with the top bidder paying just under $25.

4. Item #2931457201: Ghost In a Jar As the story goes, the seller of this item found a rotted wooden box with a ghost in a jar. Wishing to pass the jar (and the ghost) on to someone else, he put the still unopened jar on eBay, insisting that only serious bidders would be considered. People must have loved the story, because there were well over 60 bids placed. Unfortunately, not all of them were serious, because the selling price topped $90 million. No word as to who finally wound up with the jar, or if they too had supernatural visitors. Since this auction, there have been many, many more "ghost in a jar" items posted on eBay.

3. Item #150118191: USAF Hughes AIM-4D Falcon Missile Yes, a real missile was auctioned off; fortunately, it was disarmed prior to the sale. The bidding reached $3,950, but the reserve price was never met.

2. Item #127658711: Serial Killer's Fingernails In 1979, Lawrence Bittaker and Roy Norris cruised southern California on a killing spree that resulted in at least five victims. And now, the fingernails of Roy Norris have been sold on eBay for only $9.99.

1. Item number not known: "Stricken Life" Painting A rather macabre-looking self-portrait of a man known only as "Harold," this painting is believed to be haunted. It is told that the artist killed his wife, who was terminally ill, and then himself. The house where the murder-suicide took place was eventually sold, and the new owners found the painting. Strange things started happening, such as the family dog sitting in front of the painting and howling, so Harold had to go -- on eBay, of course

Old friend Robert said, "I love vintage shopping at flea markets, antique stores, and Ebay."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

An assignment that lasted a lifetime

April 17, 2018



I got an E-mail this week from a classmate letting our classmates know that we have lost five classmates since last July when we had our class reunion. It made me think of something I had received several years ago when I was speaking in schools in association with the D.A.R.E. program. Perhaps it will touch your heart as it did mine.

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."

Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album".

"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

Old friend Robert said, "I would rather die a meaningful death than to live a meaningless life."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

A trip to Wal-Mart

April 3, 2018



You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house. Mowing the lawn, putting a new fence in, painting the living room, or whatever. You are hot and sweaty. Covered in dirt or paint. You have your old work clothes on. You know the outfit, shorts with the hole in the crotch, old t-shirt with a stain from who knows what, and an old pair of tennis shoes.

Right in the middle of this great home improvement project you realize you need to run to Wal-Mart to get something to help complete the job. Depending on your age you might do the following:

In your 20's:

Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, brush your teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because you never know, you just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout lane. You went to school with the pretty girl running the register.

In your 30's:

Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change shoes. You married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your hands and comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a shot of your favorite cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl running the register is the kid sister to someone you went to school with.

In your 40's:

Stop what you are doing. Put a sweatshirt that is long enough to cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and a hat. Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brute cologne is almost empty so you don't want to waste any of it on a trip to Wal-Mart. Check yourself in the mirror and do more sucking in than flexing. The spicy young thing running the register is your daughter's age and you feel weird thinking she is spicy.

In your 50's:

Stop what you are doing. Put a hat on, wipe the dirt off your hands onto your shirt. Change shoes because you don't want to get dirt in your new sports car. Check yourself in the mirror and you swear not to wear that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The cutie running the register smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have it. Then you remember the hat you have on is from your buddy's bait shop and it says, "I Got Worms".

In your 60's:

Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose off the dog dodo off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your 50's. The girl running the register may be cute but you don't have your glasses on so you are not sure.

In your 70's:

Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Wal-Mart until they have your prescriptions ready too. Don't' even notice the dog dodo on your shoes. The young thing at the register smiles at you because you remind her of her grandfather.

In your 80's:

Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you remember that you needed to go to Wal-Mart. Go to Wal-Mart and wonder around trying to think what it is you are looking for. The old lady that greeted you at the front door went to school with you.

Old friend Robert said, "Gotta love Walmart. Where else can you buy Fritos and bullets?"

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Be on the watch!

March 19, 2018



As Pearland has grown -- so has the problem of crime and violence. A little over a year ago, my youngest daughter married a fine young man whose dad is a Pearland police detective and head of the SWAT Team. I am thankful for the Pearland Police who do such a great job of protecting our community. The protection they provide for our children at the schools is also comforting that we can depend on our police officers.

Most of us are all law-abiding citizens that have no desire to hurt anyone. But there are those who have no problem with stealing a car or breaking into your home. I saved the following from a police instructor that I felt was a good time to pass on to you just in case. Read and share with others.

  1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. Use it if you are close enough.
  2. If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM/HER. Toss it away from you....chances are that they are more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you, and they will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
  3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car, kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won't see you, but everybody else will.
  4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON'T DO THIS!) The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR , LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE. If someone is in the car with a gun to your head DO NOT DRIVE OFF! Instead gun the engine and speed into anything, wrecking the car. Your Air Bag will save you. If the person is in the back seat they will get the worst of it . As soon as the car crashes bail out and run. It is better than having them find your body in a remote location.
  5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
    • Be aware: look around you, look into your car, at the passenger side floor, and in the back seat.
    • If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
    • Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle, and the passenger side.. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY.
  6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs.
  7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN, Preferably in a zig-zag pattern!
  8. Do not assist someone who is physically challenged without getting help. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked 'for help' into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
  9. If you hear the sound of a crying baby on your porch - DO NOT open the door. Call the police. Robbers or serial killers have used a recorded cry of a baby to lure their victims outside of their home.

Hopefully none of us will ever face a life-threatening situation -- but be prepared just in case.

Old friend Robert said, "Know what is behind you, and pay particular attention to anything out of place. The one who anticipates the action wins. The one who does not, loses."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

The 'Pause Button' of Life

March 13, 2018



My mother, who recently turned 91, used to make a statement that I didn't understand until the last several years.

She would say, "The older you get, the faster time goes by." Wouldn't you agree?

I remember someone else who remarked, "You better enjoy your kids while they are young because, before you know it, they will be grown and gone."

My youngest daughter, Lexis, will turn 27 soon. It seems like only yesterday that I went to Junior High South and took her a dozen red roses for her birthday on April 27.

I knocked on her classroom door, the teacher opened the door, and there I stood, roses in hand and looking at her sitting in her chair.

At first, she smiled real big, and then the moment registered in her head, and then the tears began to flow as she and her classmates soaked in the moment of a dad showing how much he loved his daughter.

And yes -- dad began to cry as she walked to the door, took the flowers, and gave dad a kiss on the cheek.

It was one of those moments you wish you could punch a pause button that would last forever. Now she is married and has a little one of her own.

Of course, we know life must go on, but oh how wonderful it would be if those tender and loving moments could last just a little longer.

I think my oldest daughter, LeJoy, is realizing how swiftly life is moving as their twins will be 12-years-old in September.

I am certainly realizing it as Pops tries to do things with them, attend their special activities, and cherish each time they spend the night at the house. We just went to Monster Jam for the fourth straight year.

One thing I did when they were first able to start to recognize things is to have a 'magic drawer' filled with various things like hair clips, Pez Dispensers, little cars, stickers, etc.

Each time Cooper and Kayla come over, they know they will get something out of the 'magic drawer.'

Now I have three more grand-critters -- Graham, age 2, Abby, age 2, and Leighton, newborn. It won't be long until they get to experience Pop's 'magic drawer.'

I'll try to put on the pause button and take a mental picture of their excitement of what they are able to take home with them.

I am so thankful today for the precious moments of life. If only we could slow it down for a while. Or even pause. Maybe you feel the same way! I think of the song by Simon and Garfunkel when they sang, "Slow down, you move too fast. You gotta make the morning last."

Take time to pause your button of life. You will be glad you did!

Old friend Robert said, "If you have your health, if you have people in your life to love, then you are blessed. Slow down and enjoy the simple things in life."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

She fought til the very end

March 6, 2018



I must be honest with you. I don't always understand why some things in life seem so unfair. I don't understand why bad people hurt others and destroy their lives and don't care if they live another day while really nice, caring people get hit in the face that they have a life-threatening disease when their whole future is in front of them.

This was one of my first thoughts when I received news that Pearland's Jennifer Marie Haynie had lost her battle to cancer on May 18, 2008.

The last time I saw her was when the Pearland Lady Oilers hosted a "Strike Out Cancer" night in honor of Haynie and others who were presently fighting cancer or those who were cancer survivors. Haynie, who was a member of the Lady Oilers softball team for four years, was present to throw out the first pitch.

Since I do the athletic media guides for Pearland HS -- I picked up my 2006 softball program and there was a beautiful, smiling Jennifer - No. 6 in your program - No. 1 in your heart.

Each player answers a series of statements such as:

My favorite dessert in which she answered - birthday cake and ice cream.

She expressed her dream to take a trip to Australia while wanting to spend time with her best friend, Kamille.

But she made sure that everyone knew that her role model was "My mommy."

Haynie graduated from PHS in 2007 and was accepted and scheduled to attend Texas A&M University to study Business and Marketing.

She was a Junior and Senior Class Officer and Chairman of the Senior Prom Committee for 2007. Jennifer especially enjoyed helping produce the Oilervision Broadcast Program at Pearland High School. She was a volunteer at Memorial Hermann Hospital and assisted with numerous fundraisers for community organizations. She regularly attended New Hope Church.

Always had a beautiful smile

The night she threw out the first pitch at the softball game, she flashed that winsome smile that everyone had come to recognize as her trademark in life.

While she might have been in physical pain -- she was in her element on that night and everyone opened their arms to join her. She was greeted with great joy and lots of hugs. And she freely returned her affection for her teammates and coaches.

As she visited with those around her who asked how she was doing -- she always answered that she was doing just fine.

Cancer cannot rob you of your joy

There are things that can be taken from you, but only if you allow it. Cancer is a deadly disease and it robs people of life -- even those who are really just getting started.

A thief may steal your possessions - but they can't steal your happiness.

Sickness can cripple you physically -- but it can't take away your spirit.

You see - happiness is an inside job.

I have a sign on my wall and I sign my E-mails with the following sentence:

"There is no outward circumstance -- no outward situation -- that can affect my inward surrender to God."

This serves as a daily reminder to me after I survived Bacterial Meningitis 12 years ago. A day never goes by without giving thanks and being reminded that I am living an "unfinished life."

A life removed from earth - but not from our hearts

Jennifer Marie Haynie may be gone physically almost 10 years ago -- but she will never be gone from our hearts. Even those who barely knew her. Cancer ravaged her body, but not her spirit. It sapped her energy, but couldn't touch her soul. Maybe that was her final lesson she left for her family and friends who all have special memories of such a beautiful young lady. Her joy of living will remind us all to live life each day to the fullest. We were reminded last weekend at the Jennifer Haynie Strike Out Cancer Softball Tournament. Her memory is still alive and well in the hearts of those who knew her and those who just learned about her life through the tournament.

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Sharing our lives with others makes all the difference

February 27, 2018



I have noticed over the past few months the number of people that I have visited with who have shared numerous events that have taken place in their own life or the lives of others. From the tragedy of Hurricane Harvey to unexpected disease and deaths.

One person said, "David, we get so busy that we really don't take the time to express our love to those who mean so much to us. We take it for granted that they will always be there and then one day, they are suddenly gone and it is too late."

A friend recently asked me, David, you have written a few books haven't you? I confirmed I had and it caused me to pick up a small book I had written a few years ago entitled, "The Lord Is My Shepherd...He's All I Want" which has brought many comfort during times like this. (I have written other things besides sports).

I remember pointing out that Psalm 23 was not written for those who have died, but for those who are alive. Even though those six verses are quoted at funerals, there are some encouraging words for those of us who remain.

As a reviewed one particular chapter, "How To Smile at Death" -- I came across the following regarding Psalm 23:4 - "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me."

Now - this may be interpreted as "preaching" - so you might want to leave me now and go on to something else in the paper. I consider this sharing. I don't do this very often -- so I am giving you advance notice in case you E-mail me that you were offended.

Man is the only creature who has knowledge that he can expect to die and he is trying to forget it. There is a new statistic out on death. One out of one people die. There is no age limit to death. I am writing as a dying man to dying men. This could be the final column I ever write and the last one you ever read. We don't know do we?

The key word in the above passage is "shadow." And here are my thoughts for your consideration and comfort.

1. There can be no valleys without mountains. It's impossible. Psalm 23 is known as the Valley Psalm between two mountains. Psalm 22 deals with Mt. Calvary (Crucifixion) and Psalm 24 deals with Mt. Zion (Coronation).

2. There can be no shadow without a light. Death is just a shadow for those who have an eternal hope in Christ. A shadow may frighten you, but it can't hurt you. The shadow of a dog can't bite you. The shadow of a gun can't kill you. There cannot be a shadow without a light.

3. There is no evil without a greater good. The Psalmist says, "For thou art with me..." "Yeah, though I walk..." Not run, trot or crawl. "Through..." not over, under, or around. The word "through" literally means, "to pass on to the other side." You live - then die - to live again. Though you die physically - you just live "through" death to keep on living eternally.

There is a beautiful song that has these words:

All the way my Savior leads me
What have I to ask beside
Can I doubt His tender mercies
Who through life has been my guide
Heavenly peace divine is comfort
Here by faith in Him to dwell
And I know what 'ere befall me
Jesus doeth all things well.


I have a sign on my office wall that reads: "You are not ready to live until you are no longer afraid to die."

While the loss of a friend in death causes us to grieve (that's natural), perhaps it is also a time to remember that life is a gift from above and our ultimate joy is being with Him.

Dr. Billy Graham certainly found out what he had been preaching for over 70 years is now a reality in his own life.

If you would like a FREE copy of my book, "The Lord Is My Shepherd...He's All I Want" -- I will be happy to send you a copy. Just write or E-mail me and request a copy.

Write:
Dr. David Davis
P.O. Box 250
Pearland, Texas 77588

Fax: 281-997-0060

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Them bones, them bones

January 29, 2018



The late Duffy Daugherty, old and colorful Michigan State football coach, used to say that you needed only three bones to make a successful journey through life. They are the wish bone, to dream on; a back bone, for strength and courage to get you through the tough times; and a funny bone, to laugh at life along the way. Not bad.

Most folks you and I admire have all three of those bones. Without a dream, life gets quickly reduced to the tight radius of today's demands and deadlines. It doesn't take much of either to drain us dry and steal our energy. It's not unlike trying to get through the day without a song. Everybody needs a wishbone.

Without determination (the old - and better - word is gumption), we cave in quickly. It's necessary that we set our sights on a target outside the parameters of the next twenty-four hours, but in doing so -- we are wise to tell ourselves that trials will come. Discouragements and disappointments will accompany us on our journey. That's why strength and courage are essential additives to whatever fuels our dreams. Everybody needs a back bone.

And a sense of humor? I hardly need to address its value beyond what I've already said and written. Laughter is like grease in the gear box; it helps immensely to diminish the friction and makes everything run more quietly and smoothly. Everybody needs a funny bone.

There is one who comes to mind who has used those same bones to go from nothing to something. He started below scratch -- born in a rugged cow town (Stephenville, Texas) that didn't even have a golf course. His parents didn't play golf and discouraged him from doing so. He was so small other kids made fun of him. On top of that -- he was lefthanded...at a time when there were no lefthanded golf clubs. So he learned to play right handed.

When he was 9 his daddy killed himself with a .38 revolver. Not only did he not finish high school, he never won a single amateur golf tournament. In spite of that, he turned pro at 17 and joined the tour, but ran out of money and was forced to return home a failure. At 23 he played in his first U.S. Open and missed the cut. At 26 he was down to his last $8 when a thief stole all four tires off his car, leaving him stranded on the road. Through his first four U.S. Open attempts, his best was a tie for sixty-second. Through almost nine years as a pro -- he did not win a tournament.

At 30, when most golfers are in their prime, he was drafted into military service. At 36, he was in a horrible auto accident in which he fractured his pelvis and broke his collarbone. Physicians told him he would never walk again, much less play golf again. He ignored their prediction and returned to the game.

The man never became a television commentator, never played the senior tour, and never wore a logo on his hat or cap. He never had a teacher, a manager, an agent, or a sports psychologist...and his total career earnings amounted to less than $210,000.

Despite these setbacks, disappointments, and failures, by the time he retired, Ben Hogan had won 64 tournaments and established a reputation for pure-ball striking unapproached by anyone during his day. He finished with nine major tournament wins and is in the Golf Hall of Fame.

Whether or not you're into golf or any other sport is irrelevant. The point is we're all into a journey...a journey from here to eternity. The trip is full of responses, choices, and decisions.

Dream big...don't let anybody or anything break your wish bone.

Stay strong, full of faith, courageous...whatever you determine to accomplish will take a healthy back bone.

And don't forget to laugh and enjoy the journey. Funny bones aren't nice options; they're essential equipment during your trip.

Old friend Robert said, ""A sense of humor is the best indicator that you will recover; it is often the best indicator that people will love you. Sustain that and you have hope."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Forgiveness: A necessity of life

January 22, 2018



One man wrote: ''After I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to Wal-Mart. Unfortunately, like most men, I found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out. Equally unfortunately, my wife, like most women - loves to browse.

Yesterday my dear wife received the following letter from the local Wal-Mart: Dear Mrs. Gilbert,

Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against Mr. Gilbert are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras. - July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.
- July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the men's restroom.
- July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code three in Housewares. Get on it right away.'
- August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&M's on layaway.
- August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.
- August 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department.
- September 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his teeth.
- October 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the 'Mission Impossible' theme.
- October 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through he yelled, ''Pick me! Pick me!''
Sincerely, Wal-Mart

What do you think, should he be forgiven?

Mark Twain once said, "Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it."

I have found that 'forgiveness' is a word that applies to me in seeking and granting it. There are times that I have to seek the forgiveness of those I have offended. At other times, I must grant forgiveness to those who request it from me. Pity the person who does neither; who thinks they have wronged no one or are above righting a wrong they may have created.

I believe I have lived long enough to be qualified to say the following.

Because we all fail at times in life -- I believe it should be our posture in life to be willing to forgive before we condemn.

One thing I have learned all these years is that "what goes around - comes around." There are some things that happen to others where forgiveness ought to be at the forefront of our decision-making - especially when deciding whether the crime fits the time or punishment.

It is amazing to me how people will jump on someone when they have made a mistake, but later learn it really wasn't that person's fault and they were the ones who caused the error. All of a sudden -- they are the ones who want you to understand their error when they weren't willing to be so forgiving. Ever meet anyone like that?

As we proceed in 2018, may our posture be one of forgiving before making the mistake of condemning another. Life will be a lot happier if you do.

Old friend Robert said, "There is no love without forgiveness and there is no forgiveness without love."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Making a difference in 2018

January 16, 2018



The older we get the faster time goes by -- or so it seems. In our childhood days, we thought Friday would never get here. Now -- every time we turn around -- it is Friday.

New Year's resolutions are always the topic of conversation at this time. We make them - we break them. Promises are made, but are not always kept. Not because we are dishonest, but because we are human.

I don't really have a list of resolutions entering 2018. In fact -- there is only one resolution or promise, if you will, that I am going to do my best to see become a reality.

Texting, E-mailing, tweeting, etc. has been a major form of communication in today's world. Year after year we seem to be living in a world of avoidance. The less we have personal contact with someone -- the better.

Occasionally I share with my kids what it was like growing up when I was their age. I remember my parents telling me about the great depression, walking two miles in the snow to school (when they lived in Arizona), five cent cup of coffee, etc. And, like my kids, I just rolled my eyes.

The other day, I was explaining to some young kids that when I grew up, cars didn't have seatbelts, power steering or air-conditioning. Our first vehicle with automatic shift was a big deal. When we did get a television, it was black and white. We received only three channels, and those broadcast only a portion of the day. Instead of texting, we were talking. The longer I spoke to these kids about the things I've seen, the more amazed they were that I survived such primitive conditions.

I am truly amazed at the world of texting. Some of these kids text faster than a speeding bullet. They can send a dozen text messages out before I can thump out one text.

The text messages I receive often come in text language, a shorthand used for messaging. Many of these abbreviations have become common knowledge like BFF, "Best Friend Forever" or FYI, "For Your Information."

Did you know text language has also been adopted by business people? AFK stands for "Away From Keyboard" and BIL stands for "Boss Is Listening." Soon, we will reach the point where a young man will propose to his future wife by texting, "WILUMryME?"

As the Baby Boomers move into retirement age, a new phenomenon is emerging. These budding senior adults have picked up on the new technology and developed some of their own text messaging shorthand. A young person's texted "LOL" means "Laughing Out Loud." But for a senior adult, the same letters mean "Living on Lipitor" and FYI means "Found Your Insulin."

A young person would use "M8" to mean "mate," but for a senior adult, it stands for "Metamucil at Eight." "GTG," a popular way to end a text message, means "Got To Go." For a senior adult, however, it means "Going to Gastrologist." "TTYL" normally means "Talk To You Later," but to a senior adult, it translates as "Talk To You Louder." In text language, A3 means "Anytime, Anyplace, Anywhere" but for a senior adult, it signifies "Arthritis, Angina, Ailments." Of course, "BTW" stands for "By The Way," but now it can also mean "Bring The Wheelchair."

It saddens me that in this day of text messaging, e-mail and Facebook, we have forgotten the art of touch. Being touched is one of our most basic needs.

As we are now in 2018 -- I am going to do my best to let someone know that I care. That I am there to be of help to them.

In 2018 -- make up your mind that you will be a positive influence in the lives of others. Won't you join me? And that my friends is more than FYI. It's AMOF (A Matter Of Fact).

Old friend Robert said, "Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

When our brains go into neutral

January 9, 2018



I think all of us would characterize ourselves as pretty intelligent, logical thinking people. We may not be the smartest individuals on the planet as compared to those who scale the IQ level to the genius rating, but, for the most part, we feel that we are at least above average.

Ever have those moments when you wonder if you have the IQ of a chimpanzee??? I think we all have had those times where we scratch our heads and say to ourselves, "What was I thinking?" Of course, we certainly wouldn't begin to write down those moments in our diary of stupidity for fear that someone might find our moments of weakness as grounds for the padded rooms in a mental hospital.

One of the unique things about the world wide web is being able to find moments in other people's lives who have gone into neutral -- lost their sense of common sense -- which allows us to elevate our intelligence, even if for just a few minutes.

With that thought in mind, perhaps the following will make your feel a little smarter. Or will it?

A woman recalled: "This week, my phone went dead and I had to contact the telephone repair people. They promised to be out between 8:00 a.m. and 7:00 p.m. When I asked if they could give me a smaller time window, the pleasant gentleman asked, "Would you like us to call you before we come?" I replied that I didn't see how he would be able to do that, since our phones weren't working. He also requested that we report future outages by email. I asked him, "Does YOUR email work without a telephone line?"

A man stated, "I live in a semi-rural area. We recently had a new neighbor call the local township administrative office to request the removal of the Deer Crossing sign on our road. The reason: 'too many deer were being hit by cars' and he didn't want them to cross there anymore."

A mother shared: "My daughter went to a local Taco Bell and ordered a taco. She asked the person behind the counter for minimal lettuce." He said he was sorry, but they only had iceberg lettuce."

A co-worker observed, "I work with an individual who plugged her power strip back into itself and for the life of her couldn't understand why her system would not turn on."

Insight at a car dealership from a woman, "When my husband and I arrived at an automobile dealership to pick up our car, we were told the keys had been locked in it. We went to the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the driver's side door. As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked. "Hey," I announced to the technician, "It's open!" To which he replied, "I know - I already got that side."

Someone standing on the corner, "The stoplight on the corner buzzes when it's safe to cross the street. I was crossing with an intellectually challenged co-worker of mine when she asked if I knew what the buzzer was for. I explained that it signals blind people when the light is red. Appalled, she responded, "What on earth are blind people doing driving?"

Sales clerk protects card user, "I was signing the receipt for my credit card purchase when the clerk noticed I had never signed my name on the back of the credit card. She informed me that she could not complete the transaction unless the card was signed. When I asked why, she explained that it was necessary to compare the signature I had just signed on the receipt. So I signed the credit card in front of her. She carefully compared the signature to the one I had just signed on the receipt. As luck would have it, they matched."

Old friend Robert said, ""I not only use all the brains that I have, but all I can borrow. Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Joy and happiness -- It's your choice

December 29, 2017



I was visiting with a very dear friend of mine and we were discussing what makes some people the way they are in life.

There are some people that you meet who have joy and happiness and then there are others who find fault with everything in life.

I prefer to be around those who bring joy to a room and leave with a fresh aroma of positive energy.

Quite frankly, I prefer the negatives to go somewhere else.

I remember something that another friend gave me several years ago that describes what I am talking about. The story goes like this.

The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.

Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.

After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.

As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet curtains that had been hung on her window.

"I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old, having just been presented with a new puppy.

"Mrs. J! You haven't seen the room ... just wait."

"That doesn't have anything to do with it," she replied.

"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged ... it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.

Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away... just for this time in my life."

Old age is like a bank account: you withdraw from what you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories.

I am thankful for my Memory bank. I am still depositing many wonderful things that can never be taken from me. Those special people who have touched my life in many ways. Those special moments in life that remain near and dear to my heart.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

  1. Free your heart from hatred.
  2. Free your mind from worries.
  3. Live simply.
  4. Give more.
  5. Expect less.

Old friend Robert said, "I've seen happier faces on an iodine bottle. A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery while on a detour."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Angels are around -- especially this time of the year

December 18, 2017



Occasionally - someone sends me something that I find very touching and think it is worth sharing. We have just celebrated Thanksgiving which should put us in the giving spirit to bless others as Christmas time approaches. Perhaps this experience by a Hospice physician from Denver, Colorado will make you more aware of the needs of others.

He writes:

I just had one of the most amazing experiences of my life, and wanted to share it with my family and dearest friends:

I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5:00 p.m., stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the "Quickie Mart" building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay.

When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.

At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with three kids in the back (one in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.

I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying "I don't want my kids to see me crying," so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, "And you were praying?" That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, "He heard you, and He sent me."

I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald's and bought two big bags of food, some gift certificates for more food, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.

She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend left two months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent January 1, and finally in desperation had finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken with in about five years. They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there.

So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.

I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, "So, are you like an angel or something?"

This definitely made me cry. I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people."

It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.

Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings."

If you have a special experience this Christmas season - drop me a line and let me know. Others need to be blessed as well. It is my prayer that God will bless you in a special way this Christmas. Don't forget the reason for the season!

Old friend Robert said, ""He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

The value of another

November 27, 2017



Every once in a while, I watch a program on our local Public Broadcasting Station (PBS) called "Antiques Roadshow." This show features a group of appraisers who criss-cross America. When they come to your town, you bring in your junk and they tell you its value.

Of course, every episode has its twists and turns. One person discovers that his valuable, pre-Civil War antique was made in China and sold at last year's state fair. Another brings in an object that cost a quarter at his next-door neighbor's garage sale, only to learn that it is worth thousands.

During one show, a man in a pair of overalls stood behind a simple table. Now, I want you to know that I have nothing against overalls. When I was growing up in rural America, everyone wore them, and I still own a pair. When the appraiser asked, "Where did you buy this table?" the man in the overalls replied roughly, "Garage sale."

"And what about this table caught your eye?" asked the appraiser. "It was the same size as my television. I had been looking for a table to hold it. This one has done the job for the last 10 years."

The appraiser wore a shocked expression. "Do you know what kind of table this is?" he asked. The man in the overalls replied, "Yes. It is a television table."

Quietly, the appraiser began explaining that this was a one-of-a-kind piece, dating back to the time of Paul Revere. The man in the overalls didn't look too impressed. Next, the appraiser told him that in fact, this looked like a table that Paul Revere himself had made. Turning it over, the appraiser showed the man some markings and other aspects of construction. The more the appraiser talked, the more excited he got. The man in overalls just listened.

Finally, the appraiser could no longer hold in his excitement as he exploded. "In all my years of studying antiques, I have never seen a table like this. I have called other appraisers to verify, and we concur. You have the only known Paul Revere table in existence! What do you think of that?"

The man in the overalls looked up just long enough to say, "It fits my television."

The appraiser continued, "If I sold this at an antique auction, I would start the bidding at $150,000-and there's no telling how high it would go. Now, what are you going to do?"

The man in the overalls looked up from his table just long enough to say, "I am talking it back home so I can sit my TV on it." He wasn't persuaded by the table's value or history. It held his television perfectly. That was all that mattered.

I can't fault the man in the overalls. I think that we, too, forget the value of those in our lives. We see them for what they can do for us, instead of who they are. We do it with our family members and with our friends.

It is funny how age changes our perspective on life. When we are younger -- we want to accumulate things. When we get older -- after we have accumulated things -- we find that they don't really make us happy.

I think that's why that older people have such fun with grandbabies. My four grandbabies with one on the way are a constant reminder of the miracle of life.

Right now - life is fun for the four of us. I'm at the age where I am happy with the simple things of life.

I don't expect to find I have Paul Revere's table holding up my television -- and that is OK. But I am thankful for those that are closest to my heart...those who are worth more than any table. Those who can never be replaced with the things of this world.

Old friend Robert said, "I am thankful to God everyday for the Gift of Life because even if I were the richest man in the world, I still wouldn't be able to afford to buy one day of Life."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Coach Mac will be missed

November 14, 2017



He was known as "Coach Mac" at Southern Methodist University. He began his SMU career as a student-athlete, winning seven individual Southwest Conference swim championships. He also won two team championships with SMU in 1953 and 1954, serving as the captain on the 1954 team.

He may have been known as "Coach Mac" -- but I knew him as "Uncle George" (by marriage) for almost 45 years. In the swim world, he was known as Coach George McMillion and he coached some of the best swimmers in the world.

He spent 14 years as an assistant at SMU before taking over as the head coach of the men's swim team in 1971. In his 17 seasons in charge of the program, McMillion mentored 78 All-Americans and 15 NCAA champions. He was named Southwest Conference "Coach of the Year" four times.

His SMU swimmers went on to win a combined 10 Olympic medals -- six gold, two silver and two bronze. McMillion coached the U.S. National Team in 1978, 1982 and 1983.

McMillion was inducted into the Southwest Conference Hall of Fame in 2014. Previously, he was inducted into SMU's Hall of Fame in 2011.

Uncle George was honored recently when SMU opened the Robson & Lindley Aquatics Center and Barr-McMillion Natatorium, a new $22 million facility for the men's and women's swim teams that bears his name.

"The Robson & Lindley Aquatics Center is a reality because his commitment and love of SMU swimming and diving inspired others to give back," SMU athletic director Rick Hart said in a statement. "While we are saddened by his passing, and I will personally miss visiting with him on Thursday mornings, we take solace in knowing that the Barr-McMillion Natatorium will serve as a fitting tribute and a legacy to his influence and impact on our program."

At the helm of the Mustangs program, Uncle George won eight consecutive Southwest Conference titles and helped his team finish in the top ten at the NCAA championships 14 times. He also coached 10 Olympians and five Olympic medalists (Steve Lundquist, Ricardo Prado, Rich Saeger, Jerry Heidenreich and Ronnie Mills) that combined to win ten medals, six of them gold.

One thing that hasn't been mentioned was he volunteered, after his retirement, to develop a new swim program at Dallas Strake Jesuit High School.

He had swimmers who qualified for the UIL Texas state swim meet in Austin that first year and I just happened to run into him unexpectedly while I was there covering the state swim tournament.

As usual, he was really glad to see me and we hugged and chatted for a few moments. When I ask if he had any swimmers that might medal and he said not this time at their first state meet. But he said they did win one thing.

His competitive spirit came out when he said, "We won't be bringing home any medals, but we beat Houston Strake Jesuit as they had no state qualifiers so we were the first to be here." And then he gave me that sly grin and I knew he was proud of his kids

Uncle George was a fixture on the SMU campus and he touched thousands of lives for over six decades. He will be missed there and he will be missed by our entire family. His humility and commitment was a testimony of his success. We love you Uncle George!

Old friend Robert said, "To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die. As the memories will last as long as we are still alive."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Paying respect to our flag and national anthem

October 10, 2017



Each time that our high school athletic teams participate against an opponent, we take time to honor our flag, country, and national anthem.

Whether I am in the press box during football season, courtside at a basketball game, or standing out in the open for baseball, softball, track, etc. -- I always stand and place my hand over my heart during the presentation of the colors and the playing of the Star-Spangled Banner.

It is something I have done for almost 64 years beginning in a catholic kindergarten in Duncan, Oklahoma. When I began first grade, we were taught to recite the pledge of allegiance while putting our right hand over our heart. Each and every day, we did this from the first grade till I was a senior in high school.

Patriotism was engrained into our lives and only when I left home to live on a college campus did I see my patriotism challenged -- due in part to the Vietnam War.

I was at the age where I could have been drafted to go to Vietnam. Going to college and making good grades allowed me to stay at home, though I had some high school classmates who served our country in Vietnam only to return home in body bags.

There was Bobby Frost and Patrick Robirds who gave their life for our freedom. Another classmate, Keith Werner, returned home severely wounded where he lived a short time and then died.

Recently, one of our Pearland elder statesman, who graduated from Pearland High School, approached me following the national anthem at a sporting event. He asked, "Do some of our adults and students not know how to honor our flag and national anthem?"

He went on to say, "I was taught to stop talking, take off your hat [if you were wearing one], place your hand over your heart, face the flag, and stand at attention at the playing of the national anthem. Where is the respect?

According to some research, here is the proper etiquette regarding our flag and national anthem.

The US Code (Titles 4 and 36) specifies four circumstances for rendering the hand-over-heart salute:

  1. When the US flag is raised or lowered
  2. When the US flag is carried past in a review or parade
  3. When reciting the pledge of allegiance
  4. When the national anthem is played

The saluter should face the flag in all cases. If the national anthem is played when the flag is not displayed, the saluter should face the source of the music.

Whether you agree or not, keep something in mind. There have been thousands of men and women who have given their lives so you and I could stand for a few moments and give respect to our nation's flag and anthem. In essence -- we are also giving respect to them and their sacrifice of dying for our freedom.

Sure, I know we have players in the NFL that kneel during the national anthem in protest of something. But consider this -- 99.9 percent of them have never nor will they ever put on a military uniform and put their lives on the line for our freedom. In past days -- we had athletic heroes who exchanged their ball uniforms for military uniforms and went to war in service of our country...only to return to be sports heroes again. Ted Williams is one who immediately comes to mind.

The next time you attend an athletic event and they play the national anthem, please stop talking, take off your hat, stand at attention with your hand over your heart, say a prayer for the men and women who are serving our country in the military, and be reminded that our freedom has been paid for with the ultimate sacrifice -- the life of a fellow American.

Old friend Robert said, "This country will not be a good place for any of us to live in unless we make it a good place for all of us to live in."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Are you losing your mind?

September 11, 2017



Ever feel like you are losing your mind? I think I saw where you can buy some little gizzmo that will fit on the handle of your coffee mug in case you misplace it. You have a little remote button that you can push and it will set off the buzzer on your mug so you can locate it.

I think the gizzmo can also be attached to eye glasses, keys, cell phones, etc. Not sure where I saw this gizzmo -- or, I may be losing mind and that idea hasn't been produced yet...but it certainly sounds like a good idea...don't you think?

At this time of my life -- I find myself trying to think of a person's name, the name of a movie or something else in just every day conversation, but can't quickly recall the answer or it takes a little extra time before I finally do remember.

This reminds me of a story I heard about an elderly couple who were experiencing the same problem I have. They decided to take a power memory class that taught them to use association to remember important pieces of information.

A few days after it ended, the old man was outside talking with his neighbor about how much the class had helped him.

"What was the instructor's name?" asked the neighbor.

"Oh, hummmmm, let's see," the old man pondered. "You know that flower, you know, the one that smells really nice but has those prickly thorns, what's that flower's name?"

"A rose?" asked the neighbor.

"Yes, that's it," replied the old man. He then turned toward his house and shouted, "Hey, Rose, what's the name of the instructor we took the memory class from?"

Though some of us may be dealing with Mad Cow of the brain...I believe it is important to remember those who have meant much to us in life.

As I get older -- I am aware how time is quickly fleeting. The older you get -- the faster time slips by us.

Speaking of fleeting time -- it is that time of the year that I am a year older. Yes -- Saturday, September 16 is my special day and I am thankful that the good Lord has given me another wonderful year -- especially with my four grandchildren Cooper, Kayla, Graham, and Abby with one more on the way -- Leighton Joy.

There isn't a day that I don't give thanks for another day of life. I never will take the blessings of life for granted and especially for those who are so near and dear to my heart.

Makes me want to take the time to actually sit down and write a special note to a few people who have been a blessing to my life and put a stamp on the envelope.

Let's see -- now I just need to find my -- you know -- that slim thing that has ink in it...I can't seem to remember where I put it...wonder if that gizzmo would fit on it?

Old friend Robert said, "Your youth is certainly finished and old age has definitely arrived if you feel that you are losing enthusiasm, excitement and energy towards your dreams and goals."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Teenagers get a bum rap!

September 9, 2017



If you're between twelve and twenty...you're a suspect. Cops stare and senior citizens glare. Why? Well...

You drive too fast, you think too slow, you aren't responsible, and you can't be trusted. The music you listen to is loud, your clothes are too weird. Your hair is too long, too short, or the wrong color. Your room is a mess and you have no pride in your work or your appearance.

And dare I mention manners? You talk with your mouth full, you slump and slurp, you treat your brother and sister like they have the plaque, and you belch at the most inappropriate time. You're allergic to homework, housework, hanging up your clothes, staying on your cell phone all the time, texting, sleeping late, and not going to bed.

If you have a few bucks -- you're a drug dealer. If you date quite a bit -- you're messing around. If you don't come home when you said you would -- you're probably where you shouldn't be. If you don't get a job -- you're a bum. If you smile real big -- you're probably up to no good. If you frown -- you've got a rotten attitude.

Tired of all of this? So are they. There are exceptions, but by and large, the teens of today are full of talent, have unbelievable possibilities, and whenever they get their rear in gear, can accomplish phenomenal feats.

I've said all of the above to make the point that the teenagers in the Friendswood, Pearland, and Manvel communities stepped it up to help heal the hurt from Hurricane Harvey.

The texts went out -- twitter sounded the call to arms -- and the local teenagers, many of them student-athletes, answered the bell to give of their time and energy in helping people, many who were complete strangers, to begin the starting all over process to send a clear message that things will be OK.

"I'm getting calls and texts from people I don't even know, some of them elderly, in tears talking about you guys, and they see you all walking down the street looking like an army coming at them," Friendswood head football coach Robert Koopmann told his players. "That community needs you, and I'm so proud of your selflessness and your hard work."

Things can be replaced, but lives matter. Families matter. Love is stronger in a community than the loss of things. That's been the message of the area student-athletes to people who have suffered tragedy due to Hurricane Harvey.

We have heard and seen so many heartbreaking scenes in recent days. Perhaps one of the most touching interviews came from Dickinson head coach John Snelson whose community was devastated.

"As bad as I feel about my situation and about our kids' situation, it was really cool to see people unite and come together and help each other out," Snelson said. "I was just so tired of seeing everything on the news about white versus black and Democrat versus Republican and this, that or the other, cops versus regular people.

"I don't know, maybe this was a wake-up call for us all to realize what's truly important, that we need to love God and we need to love our neighbor like we love ourselves — not love your neighbor if they're the same color as you, not love your neighbor if they go to the same church as you, not love your neighbor if they think the same way you do. Love your neighbor as you love your own self. It's just been a big wake-up call, to be honest with you."

I am so proud of all of our coaches, players, cheerleaders, drill team members, band, volleyball players and other students who have given of their time to help others during this time. It will take time, but we will be a stronger community because of this

Old friend Robert reminds us, "Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go." - Joshua 1:9.

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Enjoy the coming year of sports

August 22, 2017



It is hard to believe that the start of school is just around the corner and that the fall sports season will begin shortly. Hundreds of area athletes have already reported to their various high school sports programs preparing to do their very best as they represent their family, school, and community.

It seems like only yesterday when my son, Landon, was getting his first taste of competitive football at the Jr. High level. Now, after being a first-team All-District pick for Pearland his senior year in 2005 -- he recently turned 29 and is one of the lead engineers for Chevron-Phillips. He just celebrated five years of marriage with his high school sweetheart, Valerie, and my grandson, Graham, who is 20 months old and is ruling the universe. My how time flies.

But he gave me some precious memories -- ones that we will always share.

When he first decided to participate in the PHS football program -- I told him that he was going to have to work hard and make it on his own. I knew that the Pearland coaches weren't interested in my pressing them to give him playing time.

I made a commitment years ago that if one or more of my four children wanted to participate in competitive sports, I was going to be totally supportive of their decision, but I would remain silent and supportive of the respective coaches.

I guess that comes from the example my parents set when I played in high school and college.

My mom and dad would attend each game, watch me play, and then go home. They were never vocal, they never chastised a coach, nor did they ever berate a coach when I got home. I can honestly say that my folks never criticized any of my coaches at any level.

There were people who watched me play who didn't even know my parents. Only their close friends knew where they sat and who their son was on a given Friday night in high school or on a Saturday in college.

I took the same stance with my children. My son never heard me utter one word of criticism regarding the Pearland coaching staff.

As the 2017 sports season approaches, it would be a good idea for parents to be totally supportive of their young men and women. This also includes being supportive of the coaches who are committed to your student-athlete.

While all of us want to see our teams win, it is equally important to maintain a consistent level of support for each student-athlete and their coaches. No team goes out to intentionally lose. A strong support base of love and faithfulness is essential for all involved. You will be a lot happier if you look at the whole picture and maintain a sense of decency and self-control.

Also - don't forget about those who participate in the band, cheerleaders, drill team, cross country, volleyball, and tennis. They also sweat in this sweltering heat and spend countless hours preparing for their time in the spotlight or competing for their respective high schools..

I am excited as the fall sports season begins. I want every student-athlete to be successful. But remember -- they are students, first -- and then athletes. So wear your team's colors and spirit clothing with pride -- support each of the young men and women who are participating -- and enjoy this time of the year. There is nothing better than being a part of the high school sports scene.

I think I can hear the band playing now! Won't you join me?

Old friend Robert said, "When you win, say nothing. When you lose, say less. Never let a win get to your head, or a loss to your heart."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

What is true friendship?

August 8, 2017



I recently was visiting with a man who was a superintendent of a school and had done a tremendous job in seeing his school system become one of the leading schools in the state of Texas.

My first encounter with him came when I was invited to speak to all of the students in his school district during national "Red Ribbon Week" -- the week set aside by schools to educate and motivate their students regarding the dangers of drug and alcohol abuse while stressing right choices in life.

I received a call from him informing me that he had changed schools and then he began to fill me in on what had happened to him during the past year.

You see -- he had learned that he had cancer this past year and instead of his former school officials rallying around him and giving him the necessary support that he needed during his treatment -- they showed their true colors by putting pressure on him to resign with little compassion regarding his health and recovery.

He said to me, "David, I found out who my true friends were during this entire ordeal. It shocked me that they would treat me the way they did -- especially while I was going through treatment -- I had written a grant that was approved by the federal government for $500,000 to fund a special program for our school."

I could sense in his voice the hurt and the pain -- not from the big "C" (which is now in remission), but what I believe was an even greater pain -- and that is to experience the reality of finding out who people really are when you need them the most. A moment when people could have responded at his greatest point of need in life...he experienced rejection. I certainly could relate, though not to the same degree, but none the less, I understood.

In past years -- I have had the opportunity to meet hundreds of people. I was introduced to many of them through the reading of this column.

This form of communication, for the most part, has been an attempt to convey positive words and support to others. Of course, there are times that one has to take a stand when an unjust accusation has been made toward someone when the accuser(s) haven't taken the time to look deep enough into who they are seeking to criticize.

I remember a girl in Del Rio, Texas who gave me a slip of paper with these words written on it after speaking at her school.. She wrote: "A real friend is someone who understands your past...believes in your future...and accepts you today just the way you are."

Not bad from a sophomore in high school. Whether she wrote it herself or read it somewhere and copied it from another source -- this young lady had etched in her heart the true meaning of friendship.

I am thankful for real friends and their encouraging words.

Mark Twain once said, "I can live three weeks on a compliment."

People who have friends and easily make friends are usually very happy people. Have you ever noticed that? When they walk in a room -- people naturally smile and wave at them -- glad to see them -- delighted they are a part of the festivities. They light up a room.

On the other hand, those who are filled with: "I'm always right" - "You're always wrong" -- type attitudes can ruin a happy occasion. They have a lot of baggage that they want others to carry for them that is usually labeled critical, unhappy, and bitter.

I would hope you would take the time today to think about the friends you have in your life. Someone once said that you are a very rich person if you have a trusted friend in your life. Treasure that friendship and in turn also be a friend.

Old friend Robert said, "A real friend is someone who walks into your life when the rest of the world has walked out."

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From the Cluttered Desk... by Dr. David Davis

Little known facts about Texas

August 1, 2017



I was born and reared (which is proper grammar) in Oklahoma. I was reared to be an Oklahoma Sooner fan and to not like Texas very much. That worked fine until I moved from Oklahoma to Texas in 1974.

Nobody has asked for these astounding facts -- but I thought I would give them to you anyway.

Did you know that from Beaumont to El Paso is 742 miles. From Beaumont to Chicago is only 770 miles. If you take I-10 to El Paso from Houston -- you are exactly half way to Los Angeles -- yet you haven't left the state of Texas. In fact - El Paso is closer to California than to Dallas.

When you think of the Houston Rodeo -- I thought you might like to know that the world's first rodeo was in Pecos in July 4, 1883.

The Flagship Hotel in Galveston is the only hotel in North America built over water.

The Heisman Trophy was named after John William Heisman who was the first full-time coach for Rice University.

Brazoria County has more species of birds than any other area in North America.

Aransas Wildlife Refuge is the winter home of North America's only remaining flock of whooping cranes.

Jalapeno jelly originated in Lake Jackson in 1978.

The worst natural disaster in U.S. history was in 1900 caused by a hurricane in which over 8,000 lives were lost on Galveston Island.

The first word spoken from the moon, July 20, 1969, was "Houston."

King Ranch is larger than Rhode Island.

Tropical Storm Claudette brought a U.S. rainfall record of 43" in 24 hours in and around Alvin in July 1979.

Texas is the only state to enter the U.S. by TREATY, instead of by annexation. (This allows the Texas flag to fly at the same height as the US flag.)

A Live Oak tree near Fulton is estimated to be 1,500 years old.

Caddo Lake is the only natural lake in the state.

Dr Pepper was invented in Waco in 1885. There is no period after Dr in Dr Pepper.

Texas has had six capital cities:.

  1. Washington-on-the-Brazos
  2. Harrisburg
  3. Galveston
  4. Velasco
  5. West Columbia
  6. Austin

The Capitol Dome in Austin is the only dome in the U.S. which is taller than the Capitol Building in Washington D.C. (by 7 feet).

The name Texas comes from the Hasini Indian word "tejas" meaning friends. Tejas is not Spanish for Texas. The State animal is the Armadillo. (An interesting bit of trivia about the armadillo is they always have four babies! They have one egg which splits into four and they either have four males or four females).

The first domed stadium in the U.S. was the Astrodome in Houston.

I'm not sure that you can ever really take out the OKIE from someone born north of the Red River -- but I must admit that I'm right proud to live in Texas...and particularly in Pearland.

Old friend Robert said, "I'm on the Lone Star diet...BBQ, Mexican, WHATABURGER, Pecan Pie, and then repeat!"

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