My Friend George

It was the first day of classes in Grade Four and Mrs. Korb asked John Hazel and me to stand up. She wanted us to be “buddies” with the new kid, George Snider. I turned and looked over to the red-faced kid with the bowl hair cut and big teeth. To be fair, he looked…

Start Again

Sometimes we set a goal for ourselves and we don’t quite make it.  Maybe we don’t come anywhere near reaching it.  Do we give up? If it’s a worthy goal, you carry on.  Or start over. Fall down three times and get up four times.  It’s the getting up and retrying or starting over that…

Tick, Tock…

Last Friday, I stayed after work an extra 45 minutes. I was chatting with my friend, Mike, and the conversation was on a roll. It was one of those conversations that are usually fuelled by alcohol, although this one was not. We talked about life, friends, family, mortality and things we wanted to do “one…