In this Journal, I will attempt to strip away my protective veneer to view and communicate honestly what the truth is as I perceive it. My intent is to grow, for without an honest evaluation of the truth, how else can one fully absorb life's more difficult lessons and benefit by them. If I do this in secret, then I am still hiding behind a protective veneer, so it is being published online. If you find this Journal, you are welcome to read it and hopefully grow from it as well.



Monday, February 18, 2013

"Frosty The Snowman," By 7 Year Old Cameron

As I sat at my desk editing a story, the phone rang and soon Anne brought the receiver to me. On the line were two giggling little children, our grandson Cameron and his 4 year old little sister Carina who wanted to know what I was doing.

They have no school because today is President's Day and they wanted Anne and me to take them to lunch. We would love to have done so but we are both getting over the flu. But we never lose track of how precious time is and that Cameron and Carina and our other grandchildren will be little for only a short time.

During the telephone conversation, Cameron offered to play a song on the piano and the next thing I knew, "Frosty The Snowman" came across loud and clear. When he finished, I rightfully praised him and spoke to both children for a little longer, before it was time to say goodbye.

I then called their mother Maria back and thanked her for having them call, a simple action that touched my heart.

Dick

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