I’m sure at one time or another we have all gotten turned around and headed out in the wrong direction. We were once with friends, en route to Death Valley, when the GPS system instructed us to turn into the desert for a shortcut. An hour later we were backtracking to find the real road again. That GPS definitely needed a brain check!
Many years ago, my sweet daughter Susanne and my hubby Bob got their heads together and made a video for one of Bob’s Sunday sermons. It was called, “Boiled Alive.” And yes, they actually boiled a frog at our kitchen stove - pretend! It’s amazing what you can do when you edit a video these days. The frog was not boiled, as it appeared to be - but you didn’t know that until the out-take where it showed Bob with frog in hand headed back to the pet store. Nevertheless, we got a ton of nasty emails slamming us for boiling Mr. Green Frog in the Beckett kitchen. (This video can still be viewed on youtube.com.)
Age seems to be a tricky thing here in America and interesting enough, it starts at a very young age. When I was just five years old, if you would have asked me how old I was, I would have told you “five and a half.” If you had asked me at fourteen how old I was, I probably would have told you “almost sixteen.” But then things started to change somewhere in my thirties, and if you would have asked me at thirty-six how old I was, I would have no doubt answered “twenty-nine.” And twenty-nine it is!
There’s an ultra mini expression which packs a big punch - it’s been around for quite a while, but many may not have a clue as to its origin - after all - it’s pretty novel and a tad bit scary. Hold onto your seat - here tis: “Run to the roar!” Pretty ear-catching! So - is this “running to the roar” the sound of a souped-up muscle car, or “running to the roar” of a mad crazy person, or “running to the roar” of a jet engine? Surprisingly, none of the above. It’s truly scarier than those - it’s running to the roar of a enormous lion!
Can you remember back to a time in your life where you did something so illogical that friends and family thought you were a little "off?" Perhaps they even went to you in private and counseled you to rethink your actions? My biggest "illogical living" season occurred just a few years ago - 2016, to be exact. I was diagnosed with stage 4, metastatic kidney cancer - terminal. The cancer was everywhere. My doctor gave me 3 to 6 months to live. He advised me just to go home and enjoy my family - no chemo, no treatment - just go home and die.