Showing posts with label Gratitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gratitude. Show all posts
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Classroom ~
I taught her in the fifth grade. She wrote saying I made a great impression on her for the rest of her life, for I had told her once to brush her teeth every day. She had done that and has a set of teeth to this day that everyone admires.
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Mother ~
Came across this obituary in the newspaper this morning:
"For the world she was a nobody, for me she was the world. I had to let my mother go. My love and gratitude for her will only die when I die."
"For the world she was a nobody, for me she was the world. I had to let my mother go. My love and gratitude for her will only die when I die."
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Arnold Palmer ~ 85th Birthday
Dear Arnie,
Would like to let you know that you were, and are, an inspiration for me on my life's rough fairways. I often recalled your composed determination, and it kept me going.
Thank you so much,
Charles [4 years younger]
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♰ September 25, 2016
Monday, December 31, 2007
Christmas ~ 2007
Christmas was. . . that one searing moment as I stood with 70 other choristers singing, with the heart of a little boy. . . or the heart of the old shepherd that I am, from Bach's Christmas Oratorio:
Here I stand at Your crib
I give you all I have:
Take all of me, I have no more to give.
Here I stand at Your crib
I give you all I have:
Take all of me, I have no more to give.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Morning Prayer ~
I sit here thinking of the myriad possibilities of where I might be at this moment: in hospital bed or in a casino in Vegas, in a prison or in a shack on the Mexican border. But here I am in in this church rehearsing the sublime choral music of Johann Sebastian Bach for a Christmas concert.
How fortunate I am. . . And my heart soars toward You in gratitude.
How fortunate I am. . . And my heart soars toward You in gratitude.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Butler, Pennsylvania ~ St. Paul's Church
Sunday Mass at St. Paul's. Sang with the choir. Looked down at the sanctuary where I spent my boyhood serving at this altar. Through younger eyes I saw only green marble steps, candles, the Gothic arches. But then I thought I was standing in the modest church in our little village in Germany where, through older eyes, I would now be gazing down upon an altar and see surrounding it, the great wonder and the mystery.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Just an Orange ~
My wife has a bad cold. Is in bed. Yesterday I peeled an orange for her. In the course of the day she mentioned to me, three times, how moved she was by that gesture.
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