It’s only superstitious if you don’t win!

The lucky penny

The lucky penny

Ahhhh …. Saturday college football and there were so many key SEC team match-ups. Thursday night, Oregon Ducks lost to Arizona in a major college football upset. Saturday afternoon when we left home, #12 Mississippi State was beating up on #6 Texas A&M. Alabama and Ole Miss were playing at 3:30 EST. Being the die-hard Auburn fan that I am, it’s so hard for me to pull for Bama – Go Rebels! Auburn had a legitimate chance to move up in the polls!!

I was dressed in my Auburn orange t-shirt from the 2010 National Football Championship and my lucky AU earrings. We had to run a few errands Saturday afternoon but would be back for the 7:00 p.m. EST kick-off between #5 Auburn and #15 LSU. As I stepped out of the car, I saw a shiny penny on the pavement. What the heck – it’s only superstitious if you don’t win!

Well, as the evening wore on, #4 Oklahoma Sooners lost to unranked TCU. Not long after the Auburn vs. LSU game started, I watched Ole Miss beat Bama and the Auburn crowd went wild!!! Auburn played their best game of the season (in my opinion) and beat LSU by a commanding 41-7 score.

So, I will continue my game day ritual and wear my lucky AU earrings, my orange and blue bracelet, and wear t-shirts that have only experienced Auburn football wins. The lucky penny . . . well, in my mind, that helped Ole Miss beat Bama!

Have a terrific week and remember to Bea Positive and War Eagle!!!

“Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but names . . .”???

All of you have probably heard and recited the rhyme “sticks and stones may break by bones, but names will never hurt me”.  It sounds good and you think by saying it, it’s true.  There have been several instances in national news lately.  Here in FL, a young lady committed suicide because of the constant name-calling and bullying from classmates.  Most recently, we hear about an NFL football player who left the team because of the hurtful, shameful insults and verbal abuse.

I’ve been called many names growing up and in my adult life, and they have all hurt.  The emotional trauma and breaking of your spirit can’t be explained only experienced.  Thankfully, my experiences never drove me to suicide but the depths of depression were real and seemed permanent.  The good news that I want to share is that you can endure and will overcome.

I have a beautiful Japanese mother and dad who is a southern gentleman from Alabama.  As you might imagine, growing up was a bit of a challenge in school.  When I reflect now, I realize that the name-calling and being singled out enabled me to grow thicker skin with each experience.

I went to school in the 70’s.  Some of the names I remember include “half-breed”, “Chink”, “Jap”, “Nip”.  I don’t remember the year, but when “Tora, Tora, Tora” came out, the name-calling was relentless.  Yeah, the kids were mean and cruel, and I certainly didn’t understand why they picked on me.  I just remember the taunts in the hallway and notes being passed to me in class.

So now, here we are in 2013.  Some kids are still mean and cruel.  Unfortunately, they don’t just name-call to your face but “share” on facebook, twitter, text messages, etc.  My frustration and anger is that there is no intervention until tragedy happens.  The “mess in Miami”, as it’s now called, is an example where name-calling, insults, etc. came from an adult.  The young man who is the “bully target” checked into a hospital because of emotional trauma and left the football team.

“Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me”.  No matter how many times you say it out-loud or to yourself, trust me, NAMES HURT down to the soul.

I don’t know how to stop mean people.  I share my story because I choose to “Bea Positive” and keep a good attitude no matter the circumstance.

So my question to all of you . . .

  • What do you do when you suspect or see someone being bullied?
  • Do you stop it or do you tolerate it?

Coincidence . . . Luck . . . Miracle?

Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain, surround us on every hand: life itself is the miracle of miracles.
George Bernard Shaw

angel in disguise

Joe has been my parents’ neighbor across the street for over 15 years.  I know he is an Alabama fan because he flies the flag on his front porch during football season.  He had two big black dogs, Rottweiler-mixes, that loved to come to the yard when we visited to check out our dogs.  On this visit, I saw Joe walking a white dog that I had never seen before.

My dad had gone down the driveway to get the mail and happened to see Joe getting his mail, too.  Joe came across the street with his new white dog.  When daddy came back to the house, he told me an amazing story.

The two black dogs had grown old over the past year, and crossed “The Rainbow Bridge” a while back.  Joe’s wife had been battling cancer for over a year, and finally succumbed about 2 weeks before our visit.  Other than his dogs and his wife, Joe lived alone.

On the day of his wife’s funeral, Joe was sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch alone.  A white dog walked up through the yard and onto the porch.  She sat down next to Joe’s rocking chair.  Joe checked for a collar and other signs of her owner and found nothing.  Joe picked her up and put her in his pick-up truck and drove down to the vet.

He asked the vet to scan the dog for a micro-chip and give her a general health-check.  There was no micro-chip and no signs of fleas or visible health-issues.  Joe left a note in the vet’s waiting room for “Lost Dog” with the description of the white dog and where she was found.  They drove back home to Joe’s house.

Two weeks went by and no phone call from anyone looking for a white dog.  By this time, Joe had grown quite fond of his new friend who never left his side.  He told my father, “I was so lonely when my wife died and praying for a sign that she was ok.  That’s when “Angel” walked up on the porch.  I named her Angel because I believe that she was sent from heaven on the day my wife went to heaven.”

Coincidence . . .  luck . . . miracle?  What would you call it?

  • Sometimes God speaks to us in subtle, delicate ways. 
  • Some people would call this coincidence. 
  • Some people would say Joe was just lucky.
  • For me, I “Bea-lieve” that this was one of those “phenomena we cannot explain” . . . a miracle to answer a prayer. 

 “Bea Positive” that your earnest, faith-filled prayers will be answered in the most perfect way, in just the right time.

 

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