The Meaning of Life

     This is a story about the inevitable loss of our youthfulness and how to deal with aging. We can become a recluse, or we can start a new life with someone we love no matter how old we are. I would marry an 80-year-old blind paraplegic if I fell in love with her heart. Love is about giving, not getting.     If you like this story, please share it with your friends on Facebook and Twitter. When Eagles Soar Hollywood isn’t the best place to meet someone when you’re a celebrity. The callous paparazzi are everywhere, staking out the popular restaurants and hotels and cruising the streets.       They are worse than vultures.       To spot celebrities, they research the type of cars they drive and even the breed of dog they take for a walk. Sometimes these leeches sit for hours behind their telescopic lenses, merely to get a shot of a celebrity letting the dog out. And it doesn’t matter if you’re an aged has-been, the paparazzi delight in selling photos of aging celebri

    This is a story about neglecting those we love. Sometimes we set our priorities on work, sports, addictions, or some other excuse. This story is a reminder that neglect carries a heavy price for those you love.      Everyone wants affection and love, and in this story the neglect of a father leads to a rather unusual response from his daughter. It also involves the issue of abortion for dramatic purposes and does not express my views one way or another.    If you like this story and want to spread this important message, please share the story with your friends on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and other social sites. You may also suggest your pastor present this story in a sermon. The Golfer Mike Hatfield turned and squinted to line himself up perfectly.     “It’s going to rain tomorrow, Mike; that means you better make the shot before we get drenched,” Benny said.       “You’re just trying to rattle me because I’m the best golfer on this course. Hand me the #3

    I was about 6 years old visiting a mean uncle when he used a bullwhip on his hunting dog. If I had been older, I would have put the whip to him. My best friend growing up was my dog and I don't understand how anyone can be cruel to animals.     That experience forms the basis for this short story. It also illustrates that no matter what you do for some people, they don't appreciate it. If you like it, follow me on Twitter and share this story with your friends. A Friend For Life The wiry old man in overalls cracked his bullwhip in the air. It sounded like a firecracker to the dog cowering under the car. He knew he would soon feel its sting.       “Get out from under that car, you worthless hound, and take your whipping.”       The dog never knew what he’d done to anger his master. He did everything he could to please him, but the beatings still came. He crawled to the right side of the undercarriage, hoping to avoid the worst of the whip.       “You thin

    I lived in a rural area during my boyhood and we had a backyard with chickens. This included a mean rooster who spurred anyone who came into "his" space.    The bullying rooster in this story learns three hard lessons: (1) No matter how tough a person (or rooster) may think he is, there is always someone tougher; (2)  no one is better than any other person; and (3) we don't really own anyone or anything, we only have use of it while we are alive.     In this extra-short story, the mean rooster uses wrestling holds popular in the 60s and 70s to describe his fight with another rooster. If you like the story, please share it with your friends. The Rooster I own this place .       It’s my territory so you better be careful. Yeah, I’m bad.       Why, just the other day I had to spur a snot-nosed 5-year-old girl for disrespecting me. She lives in the big house on the hill with her parents and tosses me a few measly dried-up corn niblets every day. Th