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 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 these short sayings will be encouraging to you as we begin a new year.

• If you worry, you didn't pray. If you pray, don't worry.
• Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
• Do the math! Count your blessings.
• Silence is often misinterpreted, but never misquoted.
• Laugh every day, it's like inner jogging.
• Growing old is inevitable, growing up is optional.
• There is no key to happiness. The door is always open.
• A grudge is a heavy thing to carry.
• He who dies with the most toys is still dead.
• We do not remember the days, but moments. Life moves too fast, so enjoy your precious moments with those that you love.
• Nothing is real to you until you experience it, otherwise it's just hearsay.
• It's all right to sit on your pity pot every now and again. Just be sure to flush when you are done.
• 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.
• 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.
• Your words of kindness and encouragement will be remembered much longer than any gift that you might have given.

Old friend Robert said, "I have no way of knowing how people really feel, but the vast majority of those I meet couldn’t be nicer. Every once in a while someone barks at me. My New Year’s resolution is not to bark back."

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I was born and reared in Duncan, Oklahoma -- a town of about 25,000 people. Duncan is the home of Halliburton Oil Company. Out of six grade schools -- I went to Will Rogers Elementary. We had other grade schools named after famous people -- Plato - Emerson - Horace Mann - Woodrow Wilson - and Mark Twain. The other schools featured scholars, politicians, and writers. But Will Rogers was a simple man who gave simple answers to life circumstances.

Will Rogers, who died in a 1935 plane crash with Wylie Post, was probably the greatest political sage this country ever has known. He was known for his cowboy movies and his dry humor. He had country logic that usually made good sense. His thought process wasn't the same as most people because he saw life from a different set of eyes.

While there were schools that were named after Will Rogers -- I always felt strange flying out or into Oklahoma City since the airport is named Will Rogers Airport. Never made too much sense to name an airport after a man who died in a plane crash.

However -- I thought you might enjoy the wit of Will Rogers.

• Never slap a man who's chewing tobacco.
• Never kick a cow chip on a hot day.
• There are two theories to arguing with a woman . . . Neither works.
• Never miss a good chance to shut up.
• Always drink upstream from the herd.
• If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.
• The quickest way to double your money is to fold it and put it back into your pocket.
• There are three kinds of men: The ones that learn by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them who have to pee on the electric fence and find out for themselves.
• Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.
• If you're riding' ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it's still there.
• Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier'n puttin' it back.
• After eating an entire bull, a mountain lion felt so good he started roaring. He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot him. The moral: When you're full of bull, keep your mouth shut.

Old friend Robert said, "Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.”

Have a Merry Christmas!

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I remember as a young teenager going to Six Flags Over Texas in Arlington. Of course getting to experience the amusement rides was part of the excitement about being there while also getting to eat junk food with your friends.

Another perk about going was wandering around checking out the girls from other towns. Typical reaction for good 'ole American boys!

There were several thrill rides throughout the park, but there was one that I will never forget. It was called The Force.

You would stand in line for awhile before you filed in with your buddies in a big barrel or cylinder. Standing on a ledge, you were told to stand up straight and keep your back to the wall.

Once the door closed, the barrel would begin to go round and round until it reached a speed where your whole body was plastered against the wall and I had no choice where I was going to stand as there was this powerful, invisible force that was pushing me to the outside of that barrel.

Well, guess what? That's centrifugal force that my science teacher told me about years later - the kind that pushes things to the edge.

Now, the ride was kind of exciting, because after you were pushed to the edge the floor dropped out from underneath you and there was no problem. I didn't have to be afraid of falling; I wasn't going anywhere, because yep, centrifugal force forced me to the outside. It literally has tremendous power to push things to the outer edges.

As I was thinking about that, I realized that Christmas is like that to a certain extent.

Christmas should be a time that we remember the reason for the season. Yet - how many of you reading this had your Christmas tree up before Thanksgiving or very shortly afterwards? Nothing wrong with it, but it seems that the commercialism of Christmas begins sooner and sooner each year.

Most know the story of the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem. We know that Mary and Joseph sought shelter, but were told that there was no room at The Inn. So history records that the Son of God was born in a lowly manger.

So I was thinking. Jesus wasn't told to go to the manger; he was just sort of pushed there by an already full house. Guess what? That's still happening today. See, the more complicated life becomes, the more He gets relegated to the leftovers of our schedule. "If I have time we say." It's like centrifugal force: the faster your life gets to spinning, the more He gets pushed to the edges.

And then on top of all of that, here comes the great Christmas push! You've heard of the Grinch that stole Christmas. How about the crunch that stole Christmas? And maybe you're in the middle of that right now, and the very reason for the season is going to get squeezed out by the spin of shopping, baking, entertaining, special events, etc. Oh, if I had a whistle right now I'd blow it like a coach, "Time out!"

All the other pressures of your life will pass; all those deadlines, all those things that are pushing on you, they're going to pass. If you got sick today, somehow you know what, they'd get it done by somebody else or decide it wasn't all that important to do.

So what am I saying? Make time -- make room for the reason for the season!

Old friend Robert said, "There are three stages of man: he believes in Santa Claus; he does not believe in Santa Claus; he is Santa Claus."

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There is a special saying, "...Much will be demanded from everyone who has been given much, and from the one who has been entrusted with much, even more will be asked."

For those who live in America, no matter how poor you think you are, we are the richest people on the planet. Here's the modern translation, "When someone has been given much, much we be required in return."

I believe we are to make a difference in the lives of others. It was never intended for us to hoard all the blessing for ourselves.

What if you had had Thanksgiving dinner and all the delicious food is placed at one end of the table for just a few to enjoy. One or two can't keep all the turkey, the stuffing, the mashed potatoes, and the rolls on their plate.

All the stuff we have been blessed with in life is not for us to pile up just for us. There are starving people on the other end of the table who need what we have. It isn't just for us in our little blessing cocoon.

I had the distinct privilege of being with Mother Teresa in 1997 just a few months prior to her death. She spent the majority of her life in the bottom slums of Calcutta. Yet, she built a kingdom of blessings that spanned the globe and attracted the world leaders who came to see her. She did not go to them.

I recall her telling me a story about a man who wrote her a letter and asking the question, "How can I make a difference with my life like you made with yours?"

She said she sent the following reply, "Find your own Calcutta."

We're surrounded by needs. Why don't you own one of those needs?

A businessman was in Midway Airport in Chicago. He was looking at his cell phone and suddenly he blacked out. The next thing he remembers was waking up in the recovery room after open heart surgery. He might have died at Midway Airport if it wasn't for a young lady who was waiting for her flight too. She was a flight attendant who saw him in distress and administered CPR. She called for help and they brought in the defibrillator and got him to the hospital.

She said, "I felt like I should get in a cab and go to the hospital. He's somebody. I'm sure he's going to die, but he shouldn't die alone.

Eight hours later, the man woke up in that hospital and there by his bed was this young flight attendant.

I think about the movie Schindler's List. Schindler had tried to rescue as many Jews as he could, having them go to work in his factory in Germany. He spent a lot of his fortune to save lives. In the closing scene of the movie, many of the Jews come to thank him for what he did. Schindler's great regret was, "I could have done more."

We never know when it may be the last time we will be with our families.

Old friend Robert says, "If a fellow isn't thankful for what he's got, he isn't likely to be thankful for what he's going to get."

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We love it when we hear those stories in the news about ordinary people who come upon someone in danger and risk their own lives to save them.

Perhaps you saw the news story of a man who had an accident and his car turned upside down and then caught on fire. A group of people gathered around the car and, together, lifted it up on one side while someone pulled the man to safety.

Moments later, a small explosion engulfed the car in flames where the man would have surely died.

Why is it so difficult to get involved in the lives of everyday people? It doesn't matter whether it is at the store, at school, or at the work place. If we would just look around you will see people in need.

Look around your personal world: co-workers, family members, fellow students or teammates, fellow club members, your friends, your neighbors.

Last year -- I made a commitment that I would seek to be more sensitive toward others. Have I always done so...probably not. I, like you, get in one of those brain freeze days where I only care for my own needs.

But there have been those moments that brought a real sense of joy.

Last week, I slipped over to Rice Village where there is an award-winning India restaurant. Since I've been to India 15 times....I have grown to love their food.

After eating, I got in my car when there was a knock on my window before I could pull out.

Standing at my door was a young lady in her early 20's.

I rolled down my window and in a sheepish voice she said, "Do you have any spare change? I have to have $31.25 to stay in my motel room tonight."

I told her I didn't have any cash and through disappointing eyes she said, "Thanks for not yelling at me." And then she walked away.

After she walked to the next block -- I remembered I had some money in my glove box. I found her walking down the sidewalk alone. I honked and motioned for her to come to my car.

She walked over to my window and I gave her more than she had asked for.

You should have seen her face. It brightened up and she really didn't know what to say. But the expression on her face and the tears that welled up in her eyes was all that I needed to see.

As I pulled away - she folded her hands, looked to the heavens, and said, "Thank you God!"

I realized, as I drove away, that I was the answer to her prayers that morning. Had I been disobedient -- her need wouldn't have been met and I would have missed the blessing from God.

I'm going to make a more concentrated effort to care more in 2016. Won't you join me? I can assure you that you will be the one most blessed.

Old friend Robert said, "Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them, humanity cannot survive. If you want to be happy, practice compassion."

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Occasionally - someone sends me something that I find very touching and think it is worth sharing. We will be sharing Thanksgiving tomorrow which should put us in the spirit to bless others -- especially 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 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 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."

Old friend Robert said, "Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings."

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Getting old is the pits! Of course, it beats the alternative, but each year seems to go by faster and faster.

Seems like we just started the football season and now we have already played the first game of the playoffs.

One of the things I try to avoid is always listening to the news. Quite frankly, it really gets depressing. I am one who likes to laugh and have fun. I think life ought to be fun despite some of the heartbreaking things that are going on in the world today.

Which reminds me of a funny story that someone once sent me. Maybe this will bring a little chuckle to your life today. Here's the story.

George Phillips , an elderly man, from Meridian, Mississippi, was going up to bed, when his wife told him that he'd left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window. George opened the back door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things.

He phoned the police, who asked "Is someone in your house?"

He said "No," but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me.

Then the police dispatcher said "All patrols are busy. You should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is available."

George said, "Okay."

He hung up the phone and counted to 30. Then he phoned the police again.

"Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed... Well, you don't have to worry about them now because I just shot and killed them both, the dogs are eating them right now." and he hung up.

Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic, and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips' residence, and caught the burglars red-handed.

One of the Policemen said to George , "I thought you said that you'd shot them!"

George said, "I thought you said there was nobody available!"

Old friend Robert said, "You don't stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing.”

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I have been reading a book entitled: Surviving Friendly Fire. The beginning was intriguing as the author shared a true story regarding Captain Jim Wang. He was being court-martialed for twenty-six friendly fire deaths.

Time Magazine recorded the incident.

"As the two helicopters sliced through the blue skies over northern Iraq last Thursday, a U.S. Air Force AWACS reconnaissance plane picked them up on radar. The AWACS crew immediately radioed a pair of U.S. F-15C fighters and asked them to take a closer look. The crews of the fighters flew past the coppers and identified them as Russian-made Hinds flown by the Iraqi military. The fateful, terse order came back from the AWACS to fire. Moments later, the blasted helicopters, each of them struck by an air-to-air missile, plummeted to the ground.

As horrified Pentagon officials quickly discovered, however, the two choppers were not Hinds, but U.S. Black Hawks. On board were 26 allied military and civilian officials...The accident virtually wiped out the leadership of the allied Military Coordination Center."

The magazine went on to say that "lives lost to friendly fire are a devastating cost of battle. Almost one-fourth of the 148 American combat deaths in the Gulf War resulted from some accidental assault by their own side. The Pentagon established a Fratricide Task Force to develop ways to avoid such accidents."

Of the six air force officers investigated, only Captain Wang was court-martialed. He was acquitted of all charges on June 20, 1995.

While the above example is the extreme -- it is no less true in communities when people, who are supposed to be friends and neighbors, engage in cruel and hideous acts of hurt through their words and actions.

And yes, it applies to the sporting world on a local level.

A parent is dissatisfied that their son or daughter isn't given a fair shake (in their eyes) to make the team or doesn't get enough playing time -- so the result is to criticize the coach and relish (deep inside) when the team isn't successful. Yet -- the team is a reflection of the community -- but the coach is a victim of friendly fire.

The list certainly includes those associated with the school administration, teachers, counselors, band directors, cheerleading, drill team, and the list could go on. Yet -- those are the people that are on the firing line while others take cheap shots to wound those who have dedicated their lives to help make others successful in life.

Lewis Smedes said, "If you live long enough, chances are you'll be hurt by someone you counted on to be your friend...When we invest ourselves in deep personal relationships, we open our souls to the wounds of another's disloyalty or even betrayal."

Space is not adequate to fully deal with the issues, but perhaps a phrase might provide some insight for those who have been wounded by friendly fire. The hurt and shock of such action won't disappear immediately, but getting some insight on those who fire away might provide some peace of mind.

The phrase? Hurt people - hurt people. Think about it!

Old friend Robert said, "Forgetting people who hurt you is your gift to them; forgiving people who hurt you is your gift to yourself."

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Have you noticed that when commercials are trying to sell you something these days, they start quoting statistics? It's as though numerical data has suddenly become irrefutable evidence that you need to buy a particular product.

If you don't heed statistical wisdom, you will suffer from ingrown toenails, endure the heartache of psoriasis and be rejected by your mother for having bad breath.

One recent commercial was emphatic about using their product, but then gave you the side effects if you do. I have always been careful to listen to those other things that could happen to you if you choose a particular product.

For instance, you use a product to help your arthritis, but the side effects include diarrhea, headache, earache, sore feet, dizzy spells, ringing in the ears, and itching. It might be worth it to just deal with the arthritis and take an Aleve on a regular basis.

The other day, I read that a 10-year, $3 million government survey revealed that three-fourths of the people in America make up 75 percent of the population. Duh!

People have become so caught up in statistics that there is a book entitled Statistical Abstract of the United States.

Here are some statistics about being an American:

• Your chance of getting hemorrhoids: 25 to 1
• Your chance of experiencing an IRS audit: 175 to 1
• Your chance of catching a baseball at a Major League game: 563 to 1
• Your chance of picking a four-leaf clover on the first try: 10,000 to 1
• Your chance of becoming a professional athlete: 22,000 to 1
• Your chance of being hit by lightning: 576,000 to 1 (A friend of mine was hit by lightning, an act that simultaneously melted his zipper and made him a local hero)
• Chances of your son dating a supermodel: 88,000 to 1

Did you know that only 7 percent of women trust their husband to do the laundry correctly?

Half the people (50 percent) who attend a movie sneak in snacks to avoid concession stand prices.

Twenty-two percent of people leave a glob of toothpaste in the bottom of the sink after brushing their teeth. This includes those who spray water all over the sink and the mirror when they spit out the toothpaste making a deplorable mess. It is as if a miniature tsunami has invaded your bathroom.

Three out of four keep your money in rigid denominational order.

Ninety percent use an alarm clock to get up in the morning.

Sixteen percent have forgotten your anniversary at one time or another.

Old friend Robert said, "By the way - 50 percent of you will go checkout the bathroom sink for the glob of toothpaste."

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I think I have figured out that the older you get, the more you realize what are the most important things in life. That's right -- just celebrated another birthday a couple of weeks ago (September 16).

I am now at the age where my children give me a card and comment, "Glad you made it another year dad."

Of course - there have been a couple of close calls in the past nine years so I am thankful I made it another year as well. Especially since my two grandtwins just turned nine-years-old and I have two more grandchildren in the oven. They should get here in December and January.

As I thought about this past birthday, I was presented with the following that I would like for you to consider. You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read the following straight through, and you'll get the point.

• Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
• Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
• Name the last five winners of the Miss America pageant.
• Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
• Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.
• Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.

How did you do? The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Acheivements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.

We think those are important things to know, but we soon realize that they are soon forgotten. However, consider this:

• List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
• Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
• Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
• Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
• Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.

The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care and love you the most.

Old friend Robert said, "Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia."

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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, he is married and we found out on Mother's Day that he and his wife, Valerie, are expecting their first child in December.

This past Friday, they had a revealing party and they are excited that they are going to have a boy and I am going to have another grandson. Boy -- getting old is the pits though the side effects are great when it comes to the arrival of a loving child. It is fun spending time with my two almost nine-year-old grand-twins, Cooper and Kayla.

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 have taken the same stance with my son and he knows that I have never uttered one word of criticism regarding the Pearland coaching staff.

As the 2015 sports season approaches, it would be a good idea for parents to be totally supportive of their children. 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 and 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, "If Plan A doesn't work, the alphabet has 25 more letters. Stay cool!"

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I was backing out of my driveway the other day when I saw a young boy riding his bicycle down our street. This little boy had on more protection than a goalie in a hockey game. He had a helmet, elbow guard, gloves and I don't know what else, but he was protected from head to toe. His parents really must love him; the only way he could have been more protected was to be sandwiched between two mattresses held together by a band of duck tape.

I don't think my parents loved me that much. They let me learn to ride a bicycle without any safety equipment. I know you are shocked. Yes, they put me on a bicycle and ran with me down the road about 10 feet until the bicycle came to an unsafe speed, and then they let go. At the point of release my bike wobbled for a few feet and then crashed. Since they weren't seriously hurt in the crash, they picked me up, put me back on the seat and repeated the scenario.

After many scrapes, crashes and bruises, I finally learned to pedal my bicycle in an upright position, but it took a little while longer (and many crashes) before I learned to use the brakes.

I believe good parents wouldn't allow their child to learn to ride a bicycle by trial and error or even worse--the crash and burn method. But that's not all . . . my parents allowed me to play dodgeball with the kids in our neighborhood. As you know, dodge ball is the most violent game of all games in elementary school. Yes, my parents allowed other children to throw the ball hard at us and knock us off our feet. When we came in crying, we got about one second of sympathy; then we were told to get back against the wall and take your hits like a man. But the horror doesn't end there.

My parents drove us in cars that didn't have seat belts or airbags or even air conditioning. If we wanted to cool down, we just stuck our head out of the car window. (Until Burma shave came along with that sign: Don't stick your head out too far . . . it might go home in another car.)

They allowed us to climb trees and play "King of the Mountain," a game where the winner was the person who was the best at making his opponents tumble down a hill. My parents didn't provide us any bottled water; In fact, I joined the whole neighborhood to line up and drink out of the same water hose! We also drank out of glass jars that we passed around to one another. How unsanitary was that?

I'm lucky I made it through childhood. I climbed trees and jumped out of trees. In fact, there wasn't much I couldn't jump from. I remember on the swing set I pumped my legs to go as high as I could and then at the pinnacle of the upswing, I propelled myself out of the seat and for a nano-second was Superman--only to land in a heap. And my parents allowed me to do that . . . their philosophy was if it hurt me bad enough, I wouldn't do it again.

My friends and I had many sword fights with our swords being meticulously crafted from the branches of a nearby tree. Our parents didn't make us wear safety goggles or protective clothing. They just gave us a warning to be careful. We also played Army with BB guns. When you said 'Get your hands up' -- we meant it or someone would get shot in the leg.

Now - before some of you get bent out of shape thinking that I am serious and accusing my parents of not loving or caring about me...I am just teasing. The truth is -- they did care. I just happened to grow up in a much different era. The safety features for bicycles, cars, etc. didn't exist.

But our generation knew how to have fun without a computer, X-Box, IPods, cell phones, and the list could go on.

We could spend a Friday night out in the neighborhood playing hide-and-seek until our parents would call out from the back door that it was time to come into the house and go to bed. With only three television networks -- there wasn't all night TV.

I think this generation of children are going to miss the simple acts of fun that us older folks enjoyed while growing up. My parents and grandparents grew up with "kick the can" which is something that the younger folks can ask them about. Or maybe playing Jacks or Cribbage.

Makes you wish you could go back in time doesn't it? Life was simple, fun, and didn't cost that much. My suggestion to young parents is to find some inexpensive things to do with your kids -- believe me, they will remember when they get older.

Old friend Robert said, "We do not remember days, we remember special moments that take us away to a place in our minds where no one else can go."

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"Where's the remote? Has anyone seen the remote?" Ever heard that question? Sure you have. We live in a society that can't function without a remote control.

Ever notice when the battery gets weak in the remote that instead of putting in new batteries -- we just mash the buttons harder and slap the remote around?

Sure - I am old enough that there was no such thing as a remote for the television set. That's right! We actually had to get up and walk to the television to change the channel to either NBC, CBS, or ABC.

In fact - we didn't have a color TV growing up. My dad fell for the plastic color screen that you taped over the TV screen. That's right - green at the top, red in the middle, blue at the bottom -- which meant people had green faces, red clothes, and blue feet. But someone made millions of dollars - probably Ron Popell - the Ronco guy! He went from that to selling you 999 knives for $39.95.

There was no FOX, ESPN, HBO, TV Land, Cartoon Network, MTV, and 140 other channels that are now available.

We settled in on one channel and watched the program. Back in the day it was almost a Saturday night ritual for most homes in America to watch Gunsmoke. Of course we were also attached to Bonanza and the Cartwrights on the Ponderosa. I was always fascinated when the map burned up on the screen at the start of the show.

On Monday night came the television series when David Jansen starred as Dr. Richard Kimble in the hit series The Fugitive (ABC, 1963-1967). That's right - they chased him for five years before the final episode to discover his innocence.

The remote control society has developed to say a lot about who we are as a society and as individuals.

We love to be in control, to push all the buttons, to mute others when needed, to turn others up or down. There is something about this modern television device that says a lot about us.

We live in a culture that is increasingly opposed to what we believe and one that is busy at work to re-educate young minds away from traditional moral values.

If you don't believe that - turn on the tube some day and watch Maury Povich. Can you imagine getting up every day and going to the television studio to deal with women who have no idea who is the father of their children? You would think one or two programs and that is all the people they could find. Not true! Day after day Maury deals with the same thing while revealing lie detector tests on men who say they haven't cheated.

What does this say about our society? Here are three truths that speak about our remote control society.

• Principle #1 — don’t give in — be resistant. The tendency is to give in to the culture around us and to go its way.
• Principle #2 — don’t give up — be consistent. The tendency is to be overcome, overrun by the culture and simply to give up on trying to uphold basic principles of living right. It is not enough to simply be resistant; we must also be consistent.
• Principle #3 — don’t give out — be persistent

We need to engage our culture and make a difference in this world. Why is it that we so often give in, or give up, or give out? Could it be because of the remote control syndrome, that tendency we have to want to control everything?

Persistence is the key to everything we do in life.

Old friend Robert said, "Don't let negative pictures play on the movie screen of your mind. You own the remote control. All you have to do is change the channel."

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I remember as a little boy playing little league baseball in my hometown of Duncan, Oklahoma. I didn't leave but just a few minutes away from the baseball field as it was just down the street from my house.

It was strange in those early years as I loved to play baseball, but I didn't like my parents to watch me. I told them it made me nervous.

Yet -- when I took the field, I could see my mom and dad hiding behind a light pole. Just as long as I didn't let them know that I saw them made it alright for me to do my best playing in the game.

Don't ask me why -- just a strange quirk of mine as a kid.

After the game - they would leave and walk home. I was always one of the last to leave the field. I just loved to play and would squeeze every drop out of being at the field with my teammates.

I remember one night after they turned out the lights and I began my short walk home alone. I was about 10-years old and as I was walking -- it felt like someone was right behind me. I glanced back and I could see a shadow -- my heart began to pound -- and I took off running.

As I looked back a little - I could still see the shadow and I began to run faster. Approaching close to home - I took one more glance and then bam! I ran into a thick wire holding up an old-time television antennae and it slammed me to the ground.

After I gathered myself, I looked around and no one was there. And then I realized I was running from my own shadow.

Over 60 years has passed since that frightful night and I have come to learn something about that experience. People of all ages run from their shadows of life. While there are many that I could mention -- one comes to the forefront and that is the "Shadow of Unhappiness."

When people are unhappy -- they tend to make others unhappy. Ever notice? People are running from shadows in search of happiness.

A recent poll revealed that 60 percent of those over 40 regarded life as basically without meaning.

George Bernard Shaw called it "a flame that is always burning itself out."

E. V. Cook spoke of it as "a hollow bubble."

William Shakespeare declared it "a walking shadow."

Isaac Watts referred to life as "a long tragedy."

John Masefield described it as "a long headache in a noisy street."

One thing I would suggest and that is when you have those in your life that bring joy and happiness -- meaning and fulfillment -- make sure you cherish them with all of your heart. Life is too short!

When you find purpose and happiness in life -- there won't be a shadow to run from. Instead - you will find yourself running toward the Light.

Old friend Robert said, "When walking through the 'valley of shadows' - remember - a shadow is cast by a Light."

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I know this is a delicate subject, but when did Americans become so lazy that we can't flush our own toilets? It seems we are no longer capable of pushing down a lever; instead we have electronic sensors that determine when the toilet needs to be flushed. Everywhere I go, I run into these motion-sensing devices.

For many years, we have had these sensors on doors. When you walk up, they detect your presence and open the door. I don't mind these sensors because I usually am coming out of the grocery store, and it is convenient to have the doors open up automatically.

But someone is getting carried away with these sensors. You no longer have to turn on the water -- there is a sensor that turns on the water when you put your hands under the faucet. I've seen the sensors installed on hand dryers and paper towel dispensers.

You hold your wet dripping hands under the electronic eye, the paper will "supposedly" scroll down so you can "supposedly" dry your hands. When it doesn't happen, I figure I don't have my hands in the right position, so I begin to wave them like a chicken flapping its wings hoping it will detect me and eject something or blow out some hot air for me to dry my hands. Finally, I end up wiping them on my pants.

But the ones I like the least are the sensors on the toilets in the airports. Since I have flown many times overseas -- I find myself in these sensor operated toilets. Sometimes, it is like they have a mind of their own.

There are times when I have found myself in the Paris airport on my way to India, that I use the layover to change my shirt, socks, and - well, you know. I go into a stall and by the time I have removed my articles of clothing -- while moving around in front of the sensor -- the toilet has flushed about 20 times. Take my shoes off - toilet flushes. Move to get the socks - toilet flushes. Change shirt - toilet flushes. Change -- well -- you know - toilet flushes. Some guy probably thinks I have a bad case of Delhi Belly. The truth is, I'm just trying to change my clothes and freshen up for the final leg into New Delhi.

When I am finally presentable to exit to the sink to brush my teeth and shave -- toilet flushes as I leave.

Then I engage in the next sensor at the sink. So I hold my toothbrush under the faucet and again no water comes out...the story of my life. There I stand -- waving my toothbrush under the faucet.

There are many people who have built in sensors that act the same way.

There are those you meet that act like a sensor that opens the door. They are the ones you enjoy being around. They open up their heart, their help, and their hands to assist you in whatever venture you are attempting in life. They are the ones who put a smile on your face, a hop in your step, and a word of encouragement that life is going to be just fine.

However, there are those who have a sensor that flushes the toilet. They flush every idea that you have down the tubes. They are the ones who live by "my way or the highway" philosophy of life. They flush your dreams into oblivion. And they aren't much fun to be around.

So -- when you are walking along your daily path, remember that you have a sensor that detects the presence of others who approach you. You must decide what kind of sensor you are going to be to each and every one. I hope you will be the one who opens the door to let people experience your joy of living which will put a smile on their face as they move on to face the obstacles of life.

Old friend Robert said, "Remember, the village idiot was the spiritual man who built the ark and saved his family. Your actions will always be what the world sees, but people who choose to see through God's eyes will always have the compassion to understand why."

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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 a 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 reasons 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, "Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword obviously never encountered automatic weapons."

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I have never really been a lover of cats. I would never be mean to one since most don't hang around long enough for you to even pet them. They seem to only come around when they are hungry or want some affection...but when they are finished with you -- they take off to tear up your carpet or furniture.

The one exception is our cat Layla...whom I affectionately call Cat/Dog. She comes around the table and begs for food; jumps into your lap and curls up to sleep; comes to you when you call her name; and will wait for you to pet her. She really is the ideal cat that will change your mind about these socially picky pets.

But have you ever thought about the phrases that refer to cats in our normal everyday language?

So lets look at the cat phrases that dominate our conversations. Here are some familiar cat phrases that you may have used or heard.

• "Cat got your tongue?" - This is used when someone isn't talking.
• "Cat-Calls" - This is what you hear when watching an terrible act on "America's Got Talent."
• "When the cat's away - the mice will play." - This was usually used when the teacher left the classroom. In my grade school years -- it meant the boys pulled out the pea shooters and shot the girls.
• "A cat has nine lives." - Not sure how the number nine was selected...guess it just sounded good.
• "Cat-burglar" - Cats creep up on things silently -- the same way a thief attempts to rob someone.
• "Fat cat" - This term has always referred to someone who is rich and lives the good life.
• "Scaredy cat" - The favorite term when kids would taunt another kid who was afraid to do something.
• "There is more than one way to skin a cat" - This means there is more than one way to do a job or task.
• "Weak as a kitten" - Expresses how weak someone might feel in comparison to a sweet little helpless baby kitten.
• "Curiosity killed the cat" - This expression has been given to children by parents to warn them that their curiosity could lead them to danger.
• "Pussyfooting around" - A cat carefully sneaks up on its prey. Though it can also refer to someone who doesn't want to directly do something; someone who might make excuses around the issues.
• "Copycat" - This refers to someone who acts the same way as someone else; or someone who would attempt to steal an answer off someone's paper during a test. See "Are you smarter than a fifth grader?" for an actual example.
• "Fight like cats and dogs" - This is the final cry of a mother who chastizes her children when they are fighting over a toy.
• "He's a cool cat" - A phrase often heard in the 50's and 60's -- referring to a boy who causes the girls to emotionally melt. Prime example - see the Fonz!

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I have two dogs, Shay, who is an American Eskimo and Tank, who is a Yorkie. They are very smart and high energy.

Tank, who weighs in at four pounds, goes to Spa Day every Thursday. Shay would get to go, but she wants to bite. We are going to take her but might have to muzzle her.

I got to thinking this week how many times we use the word dog when expressing ourselves.

I remember when Taco Bell's dog, Gidget, died a few years ago. It is rumored that the little Chihuahua died of a ruptured chalupa.

And for all you cat lovers out there -- as a reminder - what do you get when you spell "dog" backwards?

No wonder a dog is "Man's best friend" -- which man is generic - man or woman.

Sometimes when something makes you happy - you want to cry out - "Hot Dog!"

We sometimes find ourselves at a game and when one team is beating the "dog" out of another team -- we cry out to the coach, "Call off the dogs!"

Or we might cheer for our team "Go Dawgs!"

You might hear a coach yell at a particular player - "Would you stop dogging it?"

You also hear someone at work say, "I have been working like a dog."

1. "I'm dog tired" - which means what you just said.

2. "My dogs are barking" - which refers to your feet hurting.

3. "You Ain't Nothin' But a Hound Dog" - which was an Elvis song that drove my dad crazy when I would crank it up as a teenager.

4. "This hole has a dog-leg" - golfing term meaning the hole turns sharply to the left or right from the tee box.

5. "When you lie with dogs - you get up with fleas" - which refers to the bad company you keep.

6. "He's in the dog house" - the wife is not a happy camper.

7. "They are underdogs" - a team expected to lose.

8. "They fight like cats and dogs" - describes a married couple or their kids...or both!

9. "He's a lap dog" - refers to a man who has no backbone.

10. "Every dog has his day" - a person finally has their shining moment.

11. "He's sick as a dog" - which means you might be hugging the toilet.

12. "It's a dog-eat-dog world" - refers to living in a tough world.

13. "The tail-wagging the dog" - something smaller is controlling something bigger.

14. "We need a doggy bag" - bringing home leftovers from the restaurant.

15. "They have a dog and pony show" - not much quality.

Well - I guess those are all the doggone expressions I can give to you at the moment. I hope you aren't going to the dogs or putting on the dog at work. If you are - then remember that every dog has his day. And if you are currently reading a book - remember to dog-ear the page when you stop so you can remember where to start reading again. And remember that most people's bark is worse than their bite. Especially the big dog you work for.

Remember - we're in the dog days of summer. As Jeb of the Beverly Hillbillies would say, "By doggies - that's something!"

Old friend Robert said, ""Every dog has his day, unless he loses his tail, then he has a weak-end."

By the way - if you have any cat phrases - send them my way and we'll see how our list adds up for next week.

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Some of my fellow high school classmates read my column on the internet and occasionally send me something of humor. The following was sent by Camellia regarding thoughts about retirement options. I thought it was hilarious -- maybe you will get a kick out of it too!

I am of the age to retire, however -- that's not going to happen anytime soon! I do like to work and especially like to be involved in the high school sports world. So here are some thoughts for those actually considering retirement.

Instead of going to a nursing home in the future, the other option is to check into a Holiday Inn!

The average cost for nursing home care is $188.00 per day. But there is a better way when you get old.

For a combined long term stay discount and senior discount -- the Holiday Inn is only $59.23 per night.

Now think of the perks. Breakfast is included and some have happy hours in the afternoon. That leaves $128.77 a day for lunch and dinner in any restaurant you might want -- or room service, gratuities, and special TV movies.

Plus - they have a spa, swimming pool, a workout room, a lounge, and washer/dryer, etc.

Most have free toothpaste and razors, and all have free shampoo and soap.

Give the housekeeping crew a daily $10 tip and they will scramble to help you and treat you like a guest and not a patient.

There's a city bus stop out front and seniors ride free. The handicap bus will also pick you up (if you fake a decent limp).

If you want to meet some really nice people -- call a church bus on Sundays.

For a change of scenery, take the airport shuttle bus and eat at one of the nice restaurants there. While you're at the airport -- fly somewhere. Otherwise, the cash keeps building up. It takes months to get into a decent nursing home. Holiday Inn will take your reservation today!

Want to see Hawaii? They have Holiday Inn's there too!

TV broken? Light bulbs need changing? Need a mattress replaced? No problem. They fix everything and apologize for the inconvenience.

The Inn has a night security person and daily room service. The maid checks to see if you are OK. If not, they'll call an ambulance -- or the undertaker.

If you fall and break a hip -- Medicare will pay for the hip, and Holiday Inn will upgrade you to a suite for the rest of your life.

And no worries about visits from family. They will always be glad to find you, and probably check in for a few days mini-vacation.

The grandkids can use the pool. What more could you ask for?

I thought this was a very good idea - what do you think?

Old friend Robert said, "If we wait until retirement to enjoy ourselves, there may not be enough of ourselves to enjoy it. Don't act your age [in retirement]. Act like the inner young person you have always been."

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The 2015 high school football season is just around the corner 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 2015 football season.

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 and I will give 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 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.

• pearlandfootball@yahoo.com
• dawsonfootballprogram@yahoo.com
• fvriendswoodfootball@yahoo.com

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.

COVER IT LIVE!

The Reporter News will once again have COVER IT LIVE this football season. If you are unable to go to support your favorite football team -- we will have coverage each week of one or two local teams on the internet. You can log in at www.reporternewssports.com and follow the play-by-play action while also being able to ask questions or throw in your own two-cents worth! This has been a great success in the past and we are looking for another terrific football season.

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

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Most young people think they will never get out of school. And then, all of sudden, so it seems, it is here. That day that seemed so far in the future will soon become a distant past in life. And believe me, my mother was right when she said, "The older you get - the faster time goes by." I didn't believe her then, but I sure do now!

I was reading this week some thoughts regarding high school seniors. One thought expressed it this way, "It never occurs to a senior boy that he will some day be as dumb as his father."

Or -- how about?

It was graduation day, and a mother trying to take a picture of her son in his cap and gown posed with his father.

"Let's try to make this look natural," she said. "Billy, put your arm around your dad's shoulder."

The father answered, "If you want it to look natural, why not have him put his hand in my pocket?"

It is probably the most emotional and pivotal occasion in a person's life. A wedding? Sure, the tears flow. But often the couple keep the same address and the same jobs.

No, I mean a high school graduation. Here you get tears, fears, and joy, all wrapped up in one week-long celebration.

All over the country, young men and women, technically still high schoolers, are donning cap and gown, and by the time they take them off, they're young adults, heading on to summer or full-time jobs, checkbooks and loans, college and careers.

Their commencement speeches are filled with obvious glee that they survived the most emotional four years of their lives. They are also filled with words like "scared." They've grown mature enough to understand the next years of their lives are going to be mighty different. And in most cases, the graduates will be facing life without parents waking them if the alarm doesn't go off and without friends they've shared many or all of their grade school, middle school, junior high, and high school years.

If these graduates have their way, years from now they'll be the architects and artists, beauticians and businesspersons, carpenters and computer scientists, educators and engineers, interior designers and journalists, mathematicians and nurses, physicians and psychologists.

Some will be heading into the military to protect our freedoms. Another small group is "undecided."

That word "dream" comes up often during the graduation ceremony. It is a time to dream dreams -- step out toward your life goals -- see the world in a whole new way -- and chart your course on the sea of life.

No one asked me to address this year's graduates, but if I could, my message would be simple.

No matter the distance, hold tight to your parents, sisters and brothers, and all of your family. Remember who ran up to the school with the homework you forgot at home.

Keep in touch with your other greatest supporters -- your friends -- if even by E-mail. Hold to your ideals. And don't ever let anyone tell you it can't be done!

There are too many people who never ventured out in life to take that trip they never dreamed was possible. But when they did -- they were never the same when they returned home because a whole new world was opened to them.

Above all -- keep your faith in God and in others at the forefront of your life. Sure, people will disappoint you, but that is part of life. You will learn to discover those that you can really trust.

If you have a dream -- go for it! You will be glad you did!

Old friend Robert said, "You cannot get to the top by sitting on your bottom. Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds that you plant."

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There's no getting around it. We live in a world where the emphasis is on winning -- sometimes at all costs -- no matter who might get hurt in the process. It starts at a very early age and most of the time, it is adult-driven. Just look at the way adults act at Little League games. The kids are on the field trying to have fun.

But the parents! Now that's another story isn't it?

When the kids leave the field, they also leave the results of the game. They load up in the car and are happy to go get some ice cream. And when they get home, they go outside to play with their friends and very seldom sit around chatting about the raw deal they got from the umpire.

Perhaps one day the cycle will be broken and parents will actually get a grip on the real reasons why Little League was organized. It was for the kids to help them develop their skills athletically and socially. That was before parents made it their business to control everything while claiming they are doing it for the kids.

I now have a grandson who loves to play baseball. As an eight-year-old, he was recently named to the All-Star team in La Porte. So far -- the parents are doing their part to make it a positive experience by supporting the boys vocally and through instruction.

Do you know what Cooper's favorite time is? He is a good little ballplayer, but the most excited the boys get is when the game is over and they get their goody bag prepared by the team moms.

I usually take Cooper and his twin sister, Kayla, to their favorite restaurant after the game and not one time have I ever heard, "Pops, that umpire didn't make the right call when I was batting."

The last time I went home to see my mom, I left the house in my car and drove down the street to the baseball field where I spent much of my growing up years. I got out and walked on the old field, thinking about those wonderful days in the hot summer sun with my friends when it was just us kids. We all got along, didn't fuss over the score, and then got a coke at the store down the street.

We traded baseball cards, chewed the gum out of each pack, and dreamed about one day playing for the Yankees. I also thought about those summer nights when we finally started playing our Little League games. As I stood in the middle of the infield, I glanced at a light pole where my mom and dad used to hide behind because they knew that it made me nervous when they watched me play.

Though I outgrew the nervousness of them watching when playing in high school and college, I will always remember that I never heard my parents yell at an umpire, curse a coach, or do anything that brought dishonor to themselves or me. To this day, I don't remember one score of a game, but I sure do remember parents that walked with integrity.

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Have you noticed that when commercials are trying to sell you something these days, they start quoting statistics? It's as though numerical data has suddenly become irrefutable evidence that you need to buy a particular product.

If you don't heed statistical wisdom, you will suffer from ingrown toenails, endure the heartache of psoriasis and be rejected by your mother for having bad breath.

One recent commercial was emphatic about using their product, but then gave you the side effects if you do. I have always been careful to listen to those other things that could happen to you if you choose a particular product.

For instance, you use a product to help your arthritis, but the side effects include diarrhea, headache, earache, sore feet, dizzy spells, ringing in the ears, and itching. It might be worth it to just deal with the arthritis.

The other day, I read that a 10-year, $3 million government survey revealed that three-fourths of the people in America make up 75 percent of the population. Duh!

Of course, you know that when 81 percent of people use the word "government" and "statistics" in the same sentence, they are seeking to prove a point.

That same government survey, in fact, said that 51 percent of the people are in the majority. I even read the other day that 87.333 of all statistics are improperly done.

People have become so caught up in statistics that there is a book entitled Statistical Abstract of the United States .

Here are some statistics about being an American:

• Your chance of getting hemorrhoids: 25 to 1
• Your chance of experiencing an IRS audit: 175 to 1
• Your chance of catching a baseball at a Major League game: 563 to 1
• Your chance of picking a four-leaf clover on the first try: 10,000 to 1
• Your chance of becoming a professional athlete: 22,000 to 1
• Your chance of being hit by lightning: 576,000 to 1 (A friend of mine was hit by lightning, an act that simultaneously melted his zipper and made him a local hero)
• Chances of your son dating a supermodel: 88,000 to 1

Did you know that only 7 percent of women trust their husband to do the laundry correctly?

Half the people (50 percent) who attend a movie sneak in snacks to avoid concession stand prices.

Twenty-two percent of people leave a glob of toothpaste in the bottom of the sink after brushing their teeth. This includes those who spray water all over the sink and the mirror when they spit out the toothpaste making a deplorable mess.

Three out of four keep your money in rigid denominational order.

Ninety percent use an alarm clock to get up in the morning.

Sixteen percent have forgotten your anniversary at one time or another.

By the way - 50 percent of you will go checkout the bathroom sink for the glob of toothpaste.

Old friend Robert said, "One out of four suffer from some sort of mental illness. Think of three of your closest friends. If they are Okay, then it is you."

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Someone sent me this not too long ago. If you have ever had to battle the city, county, or state government, you might understand this analogy.

In the year 2015, the Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in the United States, and said: Once again, the earth has become wicked and over-populated, and I see the end of all flesh before me. Build another Ark and save two of every living thing along with a few good humans.

He gave Noah the blueprints, saying: You have six months to build the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights.

Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard - but no Ark.

Noah! He roared, I'm about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?

Forgive me, Lord, begged Noah, 'but things have changed. I needed a building permit. I've been arguing with the inspector about the need for a sprinkler system.

My neighbors claim that I've violated the neighborhood zoning laws by building the Ark in my yard and exceeding the height limitations.

We had to go to the Development Appeal Board for a decision. Then the Department of Transportation demanded a bond be posted for the future costs of moving power lines and other overhead obstructions, to clear the passage for the Ark 's move to the sea.

I told them that the sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it.

Getting the wood was another problem. There's a ban on cutting local trees in order to save the spotted owl.

I tried to convince the environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the owls - but no go!

When I started gathering the animals, an animal rights group sued me. They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will. They argued the accommodations were too restrictive, and it was cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space.

Then the EPA ruled that I couldn't build the Ark until they'd conducted an environmental impact study on your proposed flood.

I'm still trying to resolve a complaint with the Human Rights Commission on how many minorities I'm supposed to hire for my building crew. Immigration and Naturalization are checking the green-card status of most of the people who want to work.

The trades unions say I can't use my sons. They insist I have to hire only Union workers with Ark-building experience.

To make matters worse, the IRS seized all my assets, claiming I'm trying to leave the country illegally with endangered species. So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 years for me to finish this Ark.

Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow stretched across the sky.

Noah looked up in wonder and asked, 'You mean you're not going to destroy the world?'

'No,' said the Lord. 'The government beat me to it.'

Old friend Robert said, "Apparently there is nothing that can happen today. Life would be tragic if it weren't so funny."

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My mother, who recently turned 88, 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, just turned 24. 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.

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 nine 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.

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 came over, they knew they would get something out of the 'magic drawer.'

The little things are fine now, but as they get older they will feel like they are too old to get in Pops 'magic drawer' -- but until then -- I 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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For the past 17 years, Partners for Pearland as been making a difference in the lives of others. Led by Mickey Owens, this organization continues to provide for needs that otherwise would go unnoticed.

Believe it or not, there are families in Pearland that have desperate needs. There are families that have a need for food, clothing, and other things.

The Pearland Neighborhood Center does a tremendous job in making sure that families don't go hungry and have clothes to wear on their back. They assist with so many other areas too numerous to mention.

Partner's for Pearland invest in the lives of children to make sure they have clothes to wear to school, supplies to get an education, and scholarships to help young people continue their education and better themselves in life.

One of the ways that Partners for Pearland secures the necessary funds is by hosting a successful golf tournament each year. Two weeks ago, Pearland's Golfcrest Country Club and their gracious staff hosted the tournament and, as always, there was maximum participation by area golfers who look forward to this well-organized tourney that helps raise thousands of dollars every year.

This year was no different as the tournament raised a record total of $46,262.00.

While there are people out there always complaining about things in life, Mickey Owens is someone who quietly goes about doing good for others. Anyone who has ever worked at a golf tournament knows the time and labor it takes to put on the kind of event that Owens organizes each year.

"We had a few more teams this year and still were not able to get some in the tournament," said Owens. "Thanks to all of our members and the many volunteer's who donated their time to make this happen."

Of course, Owens is quick to remind everyone of the great sponsors including Title Sponsor O'Day Drilling Company. Strickland Chevrolet sponsors the hole-in-one while Casa 'Ole and owner Corkey Turner provides a delicious meal.

Donnie Stouhal of Stouhal Tire should always be recognized as the originator of Partners for Pearland and for his generous support since 1994.

"On behalf of Partners for Pearland, your support is very much appreciated," Owens said. "All money raised will help provide more scholarships to the less fortunate in Pearland, and will also purchase school clothing and supplies to those in need."

Thank you Mickey for your tireless dedication and for allowing me to be your friend. It has been a delight to know that God continues to bless your selfless efforts on behalf of little young lives. Please feel free to call on me anytime to be of help to you.

Old friend Robert said, "The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning."

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Do you have any pet peeves? Of course you do! We all do! It is those things that get under our skin. It may be some little thing, but it is still an irritation.

Sometimes you don't know you have a certain pet peeve until it raises its ugly head and all of a sudden -- there it is.

One of my pet peeves is people who can’t make up their mind at a fast food restaurant. When it’s their turn to order, after staring at the menu for several minutes, they say, “Ummm, let me see what you got.” I feel like yelling, “They’ve got hamburgers and chicken. Which one do you want?”

I have many other pet peeves: Telemarketers who call during mealtime. Drivers who pull out in front of you and then only travel 10 miles an hour. People who use the last sheet of toilet paper and don’t replace the roll. People who are late. People who let their dogs jump on you and laugh, saying, “Fi-Fi likes you.” People who crack their knuckles while talking to you.

Grocery shopping carts with a bad wheel. You will find these at Wal-Mart. Drivers who make u-turns where they are not allowed to. People who go the wrong way in a parking lot. People who chew with their mouth open. People who use the phrase "110%" (or even more % sometimes).

People sitting at a red light and continuing to sit there when the light turns green because they're on their cell phone. Finding the end of the program hasn't recorded after sitting riveted for almost two hours. Waitresses who call you "hun" or "babe."

Young people with baggy pants that expose their underwear. Remake of classic movies that are totally unnecessary. A well done steak or burger when it was ordered "medium."

Have you ever wondered if God has any pet peeves? Of course I would only be guessing. Here are a few that could be a possibility. He might say:

• People who go around saying, “God told me.” I’m not sure these name-droppers even know what I sound like. I get blamed for lots of things I had nothing to do with.
• Only hearing from people when they’re up to their armpits in trouble. Yes, I’m glad they call on me. But don’t they realize I want to walk with them through the good times, too?
• Preachers who make my Word boring. No wonder so many don’t want to listen. Some of those sermons even put me to sleep.
• Famous people who thank me when they get an award. I scratch my head when I see someone get up and thank me for making movies that break all 10 of my commandments.
• Unopened Bibles people carry around for years. You might as well carry around the Yellow Pages. At least that book has coupons in the back.
• People who use my name and follow up with a reference to a structure that holds back water.
• People I’ve blessed with money who spend it on themselves. I guess they don’t realize I could have as easily placed them in a third-world country.

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It seems like only yesterday that my first son, Lincoln, was born. It was on March 24, 1979 when he arrived in this world in Baytown, Texas.

It is hard to believe that he will be 36 years old next week.

The journey has been up and down through much of his life. However, he did manage to graduate from Pearland High School in 1998. Along the way, he has served his country in the United States Marines and that is one accomplishment in which he is proud.

About three years ago, I helped him begin his own company, Davis Pressure Washing, and he has done very well with it.

This week, he went over and did some work for Pearland head football coach Tony Heath. Last summer, he did work for Dawson head football coach Eric Wells.

He has done work for the Pearland Sonic's, Carino's, Longhorn Steakhouse, Busy Bee, etc.

Lincoln has always had a giving spirit. He has gone on some mission trips with the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association where he helped build some houses for tornado victims in Oklahoma and Colorado. That organization is called Samaritan's Purse.

He recently made the decision to give 25 percent of any job to one of the athletic booster clubs at Pearland HS or Dawson HS if a customer lets him know which one they would like to support.

He can be reached at 281.650.7713 or linc77584@yahoo.com if you are planning on starting some of those spring cleaning jobs and need some power washing. His service includes: Patios, Driveways, Sidewalks, Windows, Gutters, Home Exterior, Mildew Removal and any other area that needs attention. He is fully insured.

And besides -- you get a Marine who loves his country. And I love my son.

Old friend Robert said, "Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering if they made a difference in the world. But, the Marines don't have that problem."

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On July 21, 2014, it was discovered that I had suffered an acute stroke. Quite honestly, I didn't see anything cute about it.

Fortunately, it served as a wake-up call for me to change my diet, lose some much needed weight, and to hopefully add a few more years to my life.

Several years ago, my youngest daughter, Lexis, noticed how much weight I had gained and she would urge me to exercise to lose the pounds.

She would say, "Dad, you need to get in shape!"

I would reply, "Round is a shape!"

Since that wake-up call in July, I have lost 26 pounds. I am back to wearing an XL shirt and I have given away all my 2XL shirts with the commitment never to return to that size again.

I have cut out all soft drinks and most everything that has sugar. The truth is -- I have found a lot of sugar free things to eat that are very satisfying.

As I was reading through a copy of The Mammoth Book of Useless Information, there is a section on food that I found interesting. Here are a few tidbits.

• Popcorn was invented by the American Indians.
• There are more than 15,000 different kinds of rice.
• Pork and Beans were a staple food for Union soldiers during the Civil War.
• Americans eat more than 22 lbs. of tomatoes every year.
• The only food that does not spoil is honey.
• There are 2 million different combinations of sandwiches that can be created by Subway.
• The most widely eaten fruit in America is the banana.
• It takes more than 500 peanuts to make one jar of peanut butter.
• The peach was the first fruit eaten on the moon.

Old friend Robert said, "“Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what’s for lunch.”

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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 60 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 til 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.

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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Almost every day, I play a game with myself that I call "time warp." I made it up in response to my consistent, erroneous belief that what might get me all worked over something that was really important wasn't really important at all.

Late last month, I got a call from my mortgage company asking about my house payment that wasn't late for February. I ask, "Why are you calling me now?"

The guy said, "I am calling because you are almost late."

I said, "I've been paying my mortgage for 27 years with no late or missed payments and you are calling me on a Sunday afternoon to let me know I might almost be late?"

Needless to say, I ask him never to call again unless I am 30, 60, or 90 days late!

When I hung up the phone I thought to myself, don't get so worked up. You will never talk to that guy again. What difference will it make a year from now?

I then went back to watching golf.

Once I really thought about it...I allowed someone to interfere with my peaceful afternoon.

Actually, we all do this on an occasional basis.

We go shopping and someone gets our parking place. Instead of getting so worked up, go to another place and say to yourself, "You are not going to ruin my day."

Get self out of the way and begin to think of how you might bring a smile to someone else.

One way I have been blessed is going through the drive-thru at Chick-fil-a and paying for the car behind me while telling the person at the drive-thru to tell the car behind me to "pass it on."

I actually did that last week. Made my day! Try it! It will make your day as well!

Old friend Robert said, "You are never strong enough that you don't need the help of someone else."

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One of the things that faces the booster clubs at Pearland High School and Dawson High School is getting the financial support for our student-athletes. Pearland ISD can only allocate so much money for each sport -- which is the reason the district allows the booster clubs of various sports to raise additional funds so that sport can give scholarships and purchase additional accessories that are not included in their athletic budget.

There is an opportunity coming up that deserves your support.

On Saturday, January 31, from 5:00 to 9:00 p.m. - the PHS softball booster club will host their annual BBQ/Auction at the Searcy Ninth Grade Center at Pearland High School's main campus in the cafeteria.

The BBQ with all the trimmings is worth every bite. The ticket is only $12. a plate. You can attend to eat or you can stop by to purchase several plates to take home. Either way - the money will go to support the softball girls.

They also have one of the greatest auctions I have ever participated in that includes over 100 donated items from free golf certificates, hotel stays, tickets to the Rockets or Astros, gift baskets, etc. They will also have a live auctioneer with some very valuable items to bid on.

All in all -- it is a fun evening with the girls being the benefactors to support their program and scholarship fund. Why not mark down this date now and plan to attend! Don't forget your appetite and money!

Softball Media Guides

Attention all business owners! It is time to place your ad in the Dawson and Pearland softball media guides that are available at each home game. The media guides features each softball team and a personal profile of each varsity girl.

The ads are very reasonable and also serves as a fund raiser for each team since 100 percent of your money goes straight to each booster club.

As I have done for over 12 years, give me a call or E-mail me and I'll send you the information regarding your participation. This a beautiful, full-color publication that features, not only the girls, but our business community. The cost of the ads are very affordable -- for even the smallest business. You will be proud you were a supporter of these girls.

Old friend Robert said, "“No one has ever become poor by giving to others."

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I can't remember the names of all seven of Snow White's dwarfs, but I don't feel bad about that. I do remember one - Grumpy. Actually I've heard that the Grumpy shirt is one of Disney's big sellers. I might know why. Grumpy is kind of the mood of a whole lot of people these days.

I mean, you know, when you take just the state of politics in America, most people don't seem to be very excited about any potential future candidate. We've got one group who wants us to stop spending money, and then there are some who want people to stop making money. And there are some who don't like what the President's doing, and some don't like what Congress is doing. And a lot of people aren't impressed with any of the politicians so far. "Hello, Grumpy!"

See, if there was a "none of the above" choice on the ballot, he might just win. I mean, it doesn't matter whether you're in America or many other countries of the world, we're just hurting for a leader who won't let us down; who can actually do something about the baffling tangle of problems we have. And it's not just politicians who've let us down. Sometimes parents fail us...a leader that we've looked up to disappoints us...betrays us.

I remember seeing the movie "Brewster's Millions" with Richard Pryor who was going to inherit $300 million dollars. But he had to spend $30 million in 30 days without retaining any assets. He had to be dead broke. If he did that, the $300 million would be his.

Someone suggested he run for a political office. His popularity was very high, but he couldn't afford to win so he ran on the ticket "None of the Above." He didn't win, he spent the $30 million and inherited the $300 million.

Remember a couple of years ago, we heard a plane crashed in the Hudson River? And I thought it was just going to be massive carnage. Instead we saw "the miracle on the Hudson." This jetliner's engines had been totally disabled, it looked like there was going to be a tragic crash. But their captain, Captain "Sully" Sullenberger, was a veteran fighter pilot, airline pilot and crash investigator; probably one of the few pilots who could bring them in safely. And he was the one at the controls.

I've been on some flights where I wish I could have picked the captain in the cockpit. I've never been able to pick the pilot for my flight, but I got to pick the pilot for my life. He's the one Pilot who can bring you in safely...no matter what happens.

Old friend Robert said, "A good leader takes a little more than his share of the blame, a little less than his share of the credit."

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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.

It is funny how that 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 two grandchildren -- Kayla and Cooper -- are a constant reminder of the miracle of life. It was a miracle when they entered the world at 2.4 pounds and 26 weeks early. They survived and now we play.

Right now - life is fun for the three of us. I'm at the age where I am happy with the simple things of life. At age 8 - they are at the age where toys make them happy.

For them -- that will change. For me -- I will be happy to buy the toys.

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 believe in one thing -- that only a life lived for others is a life worth living."

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I'm afraid that in our society, we have gotten so caught up in our positions, our notoriety, our image...that we have forgotten how to deal with those that honestly seek our help.

I remember speaking in the schools in Lubbock and a 14-year old girl came up to me to visit. She had already had an abortion...had attempted suicide...and had recently lost her father in death as he was successful with his suicide attempt. There was no standard "speech" to be given to this girl as she was honestly searching for some answers.

There is a show on television called Undercover Boss. It shows those who live in high society, run multi-billion dollar corporations, and don't associate with the common laborer getting a reality check regarding those who make this world go around.

If you have never watched it -- each episode features the CEO of one of America's major corporations. As each boss places himself/herself in the shoes of those that work for them -- they not only realize that they can't do even the simple tasks of the company, but they discover the heartaches and challenges of their employees working in the trenches so the CEO can make all of that money.

At some point in the show - the CEO is broken to tears when they hear of the every day struggles of their employees.

We live in a hurting world. No matter where we walk in life - we are constantly running into people who are going through some traumatic times.

There is a humorous story regarding Henry Ford and Charlie Steinmetz. Steinmetz was a dwarf; ugly and deformed, but he had one of the greatest minds in the field of electricity that the world had ever known. Steinmetz built the great generators for Ford in his first plant in Dearborn, Michigan. One day - those generators broke down and the plant came to a halt. After others had failed to fix the generators - Ford called Steinmetz. The genius came, seemed to putter around for a few hours, and then threw the switch that put the great Ford plant back in operation.

A few days later - Henry Ford received a bill from Steinmetz for $10,000. Although Ford was a very rich man, he returned the bill with a note. "Charlie, isn't this bill just a little high for a few hours of tinkering around on those motors?"

Steinmetz returned the bill to Ford and wrote: "For tickering around on the motors - $10. For knowing where to ticker: $9,990. Total: $10,000." Henry Ford paid the bill!

As we go through life -- I am often reminded of those that I call my friends. It may not occur very often, but occasionally I will run into a situation that I don't know what to do and I will call on one of them to help because they know where to tinker in life that makes things run smooth again.

Old friend Robert says, "True friends are those we can count on that will help us make it through life."

Perhaps you will have an opportunity this week to be one of those true friends. May 2015 be one of your greatest years ever!

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Christmas Day is upon us  - it is a time of sharing and caring. Our lives must reflect a spirit of giving and love that goes beyond this time of the year.

In fact - we all should maintain the Christmas spirit every day of the year because our paths cross those who have needs.

It is also a time when an old year will soon come to an end and a new year approaches. A time of reflection and a time of renewal. A time to learn from the past and a time to press on to the future. We are never sure what a new year holds for each of us. There will be times of great joy and moments, perhaps, of sorrow and disappointment.

My mother reminded me a few weeks ago that she still had what I bought her for Christmas during my growing up years. I think she said it was a red Apple pin cushion and something else. But my excitement to see the faces of my family members when they opened the small gifts that I personally selected was more valuable than the few dollars that I spent.

To be honest - I still have a problem of giving "gift cards" as a gift. I know it allows a person to get what they "really" want -- but it takes the thrill out of actually picking out that special gift for the loved ones in your life.

Today - we live in a world with our children of laptop computers, iPods, X-Box, and cell phones. I still cherish the Hopalong Cassidy lunch box that I still have at my home. The Fanner 50 toy pistol or the Roy Rogers rifle was pretty special. Or the new red Schwinn bicycle that had two lights on the front is still vivid in my mind. Boy do I wish I had that one still. Worth a lot of money now!

And I still remember the ribbon candy and the chocolate candy with the white filling that I found in my stocking. Some of you old timers remember that don't you?

But when it was all said and done -- and the presents had been opened and there was nothing left under the tree but a few of the bows that my mom would leave under the tree -- Christmas wasn't about "things" -- but about love and sharing. You can't wrap up love and put a bow on it. You can't purchase integrity, character, and honesty and give it as a gift.

As you unwrap your gifts this year -- remember the "reason for the season" and cherish those special moments that you have with people that you love who are near and dear to your heart. Those who offer unconditional love without a price tag. If you have someone in your life like that -- you are a most rich person.

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

On behalf of Randy and Laura Emmons, owners of the Reporter News, I wish you a very joyous and blessed Christmas season.

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Imagine going into a restaurant to order dinner. After ordering your entree, the waiter waits for your selection of vegetables. As you look over the list of vegetables on the menu, you notice (there it is again) -- BROCCOLI is on the menu. It's always on the menu. You HATE broccoli!!!!

Now, what do you do? React by throwing the menu on the floor and saying, "When are they going to stop putting broccoli on the menu? I hate  broccoli! Or, do you just not choose it or if it automatically comes with the entree, you choose not to "bite" on it.

Isn't that the way life goes? You leave the walls of your home each day to enter, if you please, the menu of life to face people who remind you of a broccoli. They are people who make you angry, hostile, and in truth, they bring out the worst in you.

Now a broccoli might like to be a steak, but it doesn't know how. All it can be is broccoli. The people that yell in angry, hostile ways "at" you are just being themselves. They are just being broccoli. That's the way they talk to their children, their spouse, their co-workers or anyone else they deal with. Just look at the person and, with a warm smile, say to yourself, "They're just broccoli on the menu. I knew it would be there, and I won't "bite" on it anymore."

The choice is yours! You can react, become resentful, and then retaliate. Or you can respond, rejoice, and release love toward those who react in a negative way. The difference is the choice. There is a world of difference between the person who chooses to react versus the person who responds to the circumstances of life.

You see, the person who reacts does so on impulse. They are characterized by a short temper, cutting words, and a critical spirit. However, the person who responds takes time to think before they speak. They seek to understand before judging, and are willing to offer a second chance to one who has failed. Which one are you? A reactor or responder?

Old friend Robert says, "Next time you see broccoli on the menu...smile and say, 'Hello!' I knew you would be there. I'll have the steak and baked potato, thank you!"

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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.

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 seat belts, 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.

My youngest daughter had a tough time last week. I didn't text her to let her know I cared. I put my arms around her to let her know that she was loved.

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, "If you love life, don't waste time, for time is what life is made up of."

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Get up crazy early. Stand in a long line. Spend hours if it is cold. Avoid being trampled by a stampeding crowd.

Oh, that sounds like a lot of fun doesn't it? Oh, what a way to spend the day after Thanksgiving! Or any day, for that matter. Yeah, guess what? More people than we can count - that's what they do. The news is filled with the countless stories of Americans doing just that. As you hit the stores, you try to scoop up the "door-busting" bargains offered in the wee hours of what they call "Black Friday." For some people it's more like black and blue Friday.

Now, Black Friday veterans have told me it's not just a crunch, it's also a rush. It's all about recognizing these short-lived opportunities and aggressively going after them before they're gone.

Perhaps the most famous, and one of the most tragic, stories of Black Friday violence involves the 2008 death of Jdimytai Damour, a temporary holiday worker at a Wal-Mart in Valley Stream, New York.

The New York Times reported that the crowd outside the store had been building since the wee hours of the morning; the cops were called in to do crowd control as early as 3:30. Just before 5, things turned ugly:

Suddenly, witnesses and the police said, the doors shattered, and the shrieking mob surged through in a blind rush for holiday bargains. One worker, Jdimytai Damour, 34, was thrown back onto the black linoleum tiles and trampled in the stampede that streamed over and around him.

Damour was taken to the hospital, where he was pronounced dead within the hour. Four other individuals, including a woman who was eight months pregnant, were also injured in the stampede.

Or how about? . . .

Also in 2008, two men died in a shooting at a Toys R Us in Palm Desert, California.

The AP reported that the shooting occurred after two of the men’s female companions got into a fight and started punching each other. The men then drew their guns and shot at each other in the store.    

Reportedly, the incident “wasn't related to a shopping frenzy” and the fight didn’t originate over a toy. Still, many Black Friday in the store were clearly traumatized.

Hopefully, if you participate in Black Friday, you can do so in a respectful manner. Remember -- it is only things we are talking about.

Things might make you happy on a temporary basis, but sooner or later, they will wear out and lose their sparkle.

On behalf of Randy and Laura Emmons, owners of The Reporter News, and the rest of the staff, please have a safe Thanksgiving and know that we value the privilege of coming into your homes or office through this publication each week. Your readership is important to us and we value the trust you have in us to share the events and individual accomplishments of those we call our neighbors...and friends.

Old friend Robert said, "May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plump; May your potatoes and gravy have nary a lump. May your yams be delicious, and your pies take the prize, And may your Thanksgiving dinner stay off your thighs!"

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I saw a bumper sticker recently that read - "Practice Random Acts of Kindness and Senseless Acts of Beauty."

What an important message to all who will read it.

Practicing random kindness is an effective way to get in touch with the joy of giving without expecting anything in return. It's best practiced without letting anyone know what you are doing.

There is no prescription for how to practice random kindness. It comes from the heart.

I know she would want to kill me if she read this so don't let her know I wrote about her this week.

My son and his wife were looking to buy their first home. They were barely married, but I recommended they call my good friend and realtor, Kathye Warfield.

I know her to be honest above all things and she would treat Landon and Valerie as her own.

Not only did she help them buy their first dream home, but she bought the very expensive refrigerator in the home and gave it to them as her house-warming gift.

Kathye is a giver.

As far as I know -- she is the only person I know that goes through the drive-thru at Chick-fil-A and always buys the meal in the car behind her. She doesn't ever know who it might be, but she does it as a testimony of her giving spirit.

I can't tell you what kind of car she is driving in case you might be looking to get in line behind her. But her message is, "Pass it on!"

My oldest son, Lincoln, has that same giving spirit.

He started a pressure washing business over a year ago.

Recently, he was out knocking on doors trying to get a little business. A young man opened the front door and Lincoln asked if he might be interested in getting his driveway cleaned?

The young fellow told him he had four young kids and one on the way and that money was pretty tight.

Lincoln moved on to the next house, but that little inner voice said, "Why don't you go and bless them?"

He returned to the house and rang the door bell. He explained to the young man that he wanted to bless him and his young family.

With the young man's permission, Lincoln went and loaded up his power washing equipment and cleaned the driveway and sidewalk at no charge. Lincoln told him, "Pass it on!"

Perhaps the greatest reason to practice random kindness is that it brings great contentment into your life. Each act of kindness rewards you with positive feelings and reminds you of the important aspects of life -- service, kindness, and love. If we all do our own part, pretty soon we will live in a nicer world!

Old friend Robert says, "Only by giving are you able to receive more than you already have."

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In 1997, Pearland head coach Tony Heath, Pearland offensive coordinator Eric Wells, and a wet-behind-the-ears sports writer (me), began our journey together.

The first time I met coach Heath was at lunch at Mely's Mexican Restaurant with my sophomore daughter, LeJoy, who was a student-athletic trainer.

I really didn't know any sophisticated questions to ask coach because, quite frankly, I didn't know how long I would last as a sports writer.

Since this was coach Heath's first head coaching gig -- I'm not sure my questions would have been that difficult. Actually, they still aren't that hard as compared to some of my other more experienced fellow scribes that cover the sports scene in this area.

But I do remember one question I ask since I did know enough that Heath had inherited a 16-game losing streak.

I asked, "How many games do you think you will win this season?"

There wasn't even a pause when coach Heath gave me his answer. He didn't promise a district championship nor did he predict a spot in the playoffs.

From 1990 to 1996, the Oilers were 6-63-1 and had been absent from the playoffs since 1986. That is a 10-year absence from the post-season, plus Pearland only made the playoffs once in each decade starting with 1950. So no one even expected to see the Oilers moving beyond the regular season.

Oh, and he was also told that when Pearland played at home, the crowd would be there until the band finished their halftime program and then only the true Oiler fans and coaches wives would be left to watch the rest of the second-half slaughter.

And that is exactly what happened.

Heath's answer that day at lunch was, "I just want us to win one game."

Pearland actually won two games that season, made the playoffs with a 2-8 mark, and lost to Ball High in the first round of the playoffs.

Fast forward to 2014. Heath is the winningest coach in Pearland history (172-46). Pearland is pushing to advance to the playoffs for the 15th straight year. The Oilers have won four 5A Region III Division I titles (2001, 2006, 2010, 2013) two state-semifinals (2010, 2013), and one state championship (2010) while appearing in one other state title game (2013).

What we witnessed last Friday was a picture of one of the greatest turnarounds in Texas football history. Over 10,000 fans at a Pearland football game.

One of the greatest moments came at the end, not when Pearland won the game, but when our two schools met at the center of the field to come together in prayer. Not as football opponents, but as brothers. And that is a credit to Tony Heath and Dawson head coach Eric Wells.

However, there is more to this column that must be shared in next week's issue. You see, Dawson also has a young history that must be told. Coach Wells and I are also still on that road together, just as we started together in 1997.

Join me next Wednesday for the continuation of this thrilling journey with Dawson.

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I have received calls and E-mails wondering what happened to the cluttered desk. I appreciate all who have missed it being in the paper. A lot of things have taken place over the past eight weeks since my last column.

First, I began my 18th year with paper back in July. It has been a fun ride and I have gotten to experience so many great things thanks to our area student-athletes who have been successful on the field of competition.

On July 21, I went to St. Luke's Emergency Care where I was diagnosed as having an acute stroke. Of course, I didn't see anything cute about it. My blood pressure was 229/109 and they also diagnosed me as a Type 2 diabetic.

The good news is that my blood pressure is back to normal and my blood sugar is under control thanks to the medication.

The greater news is that I have lost 27 lbs. and a shirt size from 2XL to XL. I have been able to get in clothes that I thought were real gonners. I haven't even sniffed at chocolate in two months. Ice cream has become voodoo.

This is the second time that I have dodged a major ailment. In 2006 I got bacteria meningitis, was in a coma and on life-support for five days, and wasn't given a 20 percent chance to survive. Thanks to a lot of prayers -- I walked out of St. Luke's in 12 days.

I just celebrated a birthday on Sept. 16. I was told that I am now the same age as the longest highway that runs through Oklahoma - east to west. I'll let you geographical buffs figure that one out. Just a hint. There was a TV show named after this historical highway.

Now that I am now taking regular medication and have a small Yorkie, named Tank, as a pet -- I have officially entered old age. However - I don't have to act old.

I know I am old because I now engage in a conversation about blood pressure, blood sugar, medication, dealing with certain pains, etc. This never entered my mind when I was 40 or 50. Certainly not in the younger years.

It is now football and volleyball season. We have some great teams in both sports and the young people certainly deserve your support. You can see Dawson play at The Rig on Friday at 7:00 p.m. or Pearland play at Pasadena Veterans Stadium on Saturday at 6:00 p.m. Friendswood was open last week and will host Clear Springs at Henry Winston Stadium at 7:00 p.m. Hopefully - you can make it to one of these games.

Old friend Robert said: "Due to the decline of the economy, the light at the end of the tunnel has now been turned off!"

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It has been only a few weeks since the area high school seniors walked across the stage to receive their diplomas and to officially be declared young adults in taking the next step related to their future.

Last week, the anticipation for the upcoming football season was officially declared when the annual Dave Campbell's Texas Football Magazine hit the stand. The first issue, of what is considered the bible of Texas football, was released on Friday with pre-season honors and predictions for the upcoming year. The magazine began in 1960 and they celebrate 54 years of continued service.

It comes as no surprise that Manvel, Pearland, and Dawson are the top three picks in the new District 22-6A. Dobie is picked to finish fourth when will send all three teams to the playoffs. The other teams in 22-6A include 5. South Houston, 6. Pasadena Memorial, 7. Alvin, 8. Pasadena, and 9. Pasadena Sam Rayburn.

Friendswood joins Dawson in moving up to 6A and will compete in District 24-6A where Clear Creek is the pre-season favorite to win the title. They are followed by 2. Friendswood, 3. Clear Springs, 4. Dickinson, 5. Clear Falls, 6. Clear Lake, 7. Brazoswood, and 8. Clear Brook.

In the state-wide rankings is two-time state champion No. 1 Allen, No. 2 Katy, and No. 3 Cedar Hill. Allen defeated the Pearland Oilers in the 2013 Class 5A Div. I state finals while Cedar Hill upset Katy in the 5A Div. II state finals.

Manvel opens the season ranked No. 11 while Pearland is ranked No. 15. There are no other teams in either district that is ranked in the top 40.

Manvel junior quarterback D'Erig King is a pre-season pick to take the offensive MVP honors for 22-6A while Pearland's Deonte Givens is selected as the league's defensive MVP.

Pearland offensive tackle Willie Williams is a pre-season All-State pick. Williams was selected to the Texas Sports Writers Association 5A All-State first-team last season.

There is no doubt that the 2014 season will produce some historical moments.

Friendswood's move to 6A should provide some interesting games with the other 24-6A teams. Despite the Mustangs being one of the top 4A teams in the state over the past several years, head coach Robert Koopmann and his staff are confident that the 'Stangs can make the step up and be a playoff contender.

Dawson has established a winning tradition since the school opened in 2007. Head coach Eric Wells and his staff have produced state champion quality teams having been in the state semifinals twice and the Eagles were in the 4A state quarterfinals last season.

One of the real challenges for the Eagles will be when they face old district nemesis Manvel and cross-town Pearland for the very first time. Dawson will not be intimidated by either school as Wells and Co. have done a great job in building confidence in their young players. There is no doubt they will be well coached and prepared to meet the challenge.

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

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This past Sunday was Father's Day and I trust that it was a very special day for all Fathers across the country. I began my fatherhood 35 years ago when my oldest son, Lincoln, entered the world. He was followed by LeJoy (33), Landon (25), and Lexis (23)

I received something this year that didn't include a shirt and tie. Sometimes, a dad needs to know if he really ever made an impression in the lives of his children.

I received an 8x10 frame with thoughts from my four children. They each wrote something special that they held precious in their hearts.

My son, Lincoln, wrote: I remember when dad came to California to visit me as a surprise while I was in Boot Camp in the Marines. It helped me graduate. And I also remember the time I showed up in my uniform on Father's Day at Casa Ole' to surprise him.

My daughter, LeJoy wrote: I remember going on a family vacation and Dad taking Lincoln and I to the swimming pool at the hotel. Dad gave us a cigar to smoke, but he didn't tell me not to 'inhale' and I ended up getting sick. I have never tried another cigar since then!

I didn't want my children to smoke -- so what better way to teach them. Let them give it a try and see how they like it. My children are smoke free.

My son, Landon, wrote: When I moved to Challenger Elementary, Dad dropped me off my first day and I cried my eyes out when he tried to leave me. He stayed with me, had breakfast with me that morning, and walked me to my class and handed me off to the teacher so that I would feel more comfortable.

My daughter, Lexis, wrote: When I was little, I would wake up in the middle of the night during a storm and would run downstairs to Dad. I'd climb in his lap and he told me the thunder was God telling me He loves me and the lightening was the angels taking pictures of me.

I also remember when my Dad almost died in March of 2006 of Bacterial Meningitis. He came to my school in April on my birthday and brought me a dozen pink roses to my class.

It was very special this past Sunday to read and talk to my children about growing up. So many times, the kids only get together to share their feelings and memories when a parent dies. I was so glad to be alive and hear and read their words for myself.

Old friend Roberts said, "Any man can be a father but it takes someone special to be a dad."

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As I get older, there are some things that never seem to change. Even at an early age, there was one thing that I would hear that didn't always make sense. As the decades have gone by and being exposed to all kinds of circumstances in life -- there seems be one kind of person that always seems to exist. Those who exercise their gift of criticism.

It makes no difference what walk of life you choose -- there are those in life who are going to criticize and find fault with others.

When it comes to sports -- you will always find a parent or fan who thinks they know more than the coaches. What really disturbs me is those who criticize some of the most successful coaches in their sport. Yet -- there are parents, sometimes at the expense of their own son or daughter, who places them in a position to lose their opportunity to be successful.

When we judge or criticize another person, it says nothing about that person -- it merely says something about our own need to be critical.

Our reaction to criticism is usually to become defensive and/or withdrawn. A person who feels attacked is likely to do one of two things. He will either retreat in fear or shame, or he will attack or lash out in anger. How many times have you criticized someone and had them respond by saying, "Thank you so much for pointing out my flaws. I really appreciate it."

For some, criticism is nothing more than a bad habit. It's something someone gets used to doing.

I have greatly admired the coaches I have had the privilege of working with for over 17 years. I have first-hand experience in knowing that some idiotic person has tried to just filet a coach's character and integrity. And yet -- I have observed each coach, who has been in the business long enough, to consider the source. That is sometimes very hard to do while keeping your mouth shut.

The solution is to catch yourself in the act of being critical. Notice how often you do it and how bad it makes you feel.

What I like to do is turn it into a game. I still catch myself being critical at times, but as my need to criticizes arises -- I try to remember to say to myself, "There I go again." Hopefully, more often than not, I can turn my criticism into tolerance and respect.

There are some, after you get to know them, who realize that criticism is all they know. And it is usually a true indicator that in the truest sense, they really don't like themselves.

Which reminds me of a sign that says, "Hurt people -- hurt people."

When you truly understand that -- you can move on and ignore those who lack genuine compassion for others.

Old friend Roberts said, "Being a critic is a terrific method for killing your love for others.”

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First, I want to congratulate the Pearland Oilers baseball team for winning the 5A Region III championship and qualifying them for the opportunity to bring home a state baseball title.

Head coach Anthony Scalise and his coaching staff has done a magnificent job of leading these players this season.

His varsity assistants include Jake Stewart and Brent Wuthrich. His junior varsity coaches are Glen Johnson and Mark Gutierrez and the sophomore coach is Jerry Allbritton. All of these men are committed to these young men and helping them, not only being successful on the field, but off the field as well.

Winning a state championship is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that they will remember for the rest of their lives.

Coach Scalise made a wise move last week when he invited some of the members of Pearland's 1980 state championship team to talk to his players. They spoke some very important words to these players that made an impact in their thought process in preparing to go to Round Rock to compete for a state title.

If you are able to go, the Oilers will play Flower Mound Marcus on Friday, June 6 at 12:00 noon at Dell Diamond. The finals will be on Saturday, June 7 at 11:30 a.m.

You can watch the games at www.foxsports.com as they will be live streaming the games. Good luck Oilers!

Partners for Pearland continues to bless others

I have always admired Mickey Owens for the tremendous job he does in leading Partners for Pearland. They recently had their annual golf tournament and, with the help of their many sponsors, supporters, volunteers, and the golfers, they raised $42,000 to aid in helping those in need in our community.

Owens was recently at the awards ceremony at Robert Turner College and Career High School. Partners for Pearland was able to give out four scholarships to four deserving students! These students are excelling in high school, but need financial assistance with their dual credit courses and books.

When the need arose for these students, Partners for Pearland was there to meet that need. Thank you Mickey and Partners for Pearland! You're the best!

Business ads now being accepted for football programs

The 2014 high school football season is just around the corner 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 2014 football season.

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 and I will give you the details of what you need to do.

I can be reached at 713-449-7474 or you can E-mail me at drdaviddavis@yahoo.com to let me know of your interest. Deadlines will be in early August with limited space available.

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A new friend makes life more meaningful

May 26, 2014

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

It is always amazing to experience the weird moments that happen in life. 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.

I recently ran into one of those who posed an interesting question to me. I stopped to get a vanilla ice cream cone. I won't tell you where, but I was taken back when, after I ordered the cone, the young lady asked, "Will that be for here or to go?" Duh! What difference does it make?

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.

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." The person behind the counter said, "I'm sorry, we only have 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."

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?"

This happened to me recently...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.

Perhaps you have experienced a dumb moment. Send it to me and give our reading friends something to laugh about.

Old friend Robert said, "I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid."

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