The best story ever!!

This morning as I was getting ready for work, I was listening to Channel 5 news. A story caught my attention and I had to stop and watch.

A group of senior citizens in their 70's had stopped to eat at Cracker Barrel after a night of dancing. As they were leaving the restaurant around midnight, a man approached them demanding money. Well apparently this man had no clue what he was in for. The seniors wrestled him to the ground and held him there until police arrived. Can I get a "heck yeah!"

This career criminal had 89 criminal offenses in the last 23 years. Hopefully this attempt will be his last. The seniors also planned on appearing in court. And yes, they'll continue their dancing.

This just thrilled me to death. I hope when I'm elderly, I'll be as snappy as this group!

Yet another Bendy story.....

I have an aquaintance I have been chatting with for a couple of months. We kid each other and talk about our kids and work and it's nice...just development of a friendship kind of thing. He travels a lot, but this week happened to be in town, so Tuesday he emailed me and asked if I'd like to meet for coffee and conversation. Well of course I would. I never turn down the opportunity to meet people face to face and conversation is always a good thing in my book.

So after work I cruise down to Starbuck's. Understand there is no expectations on my part. Just two friends yacking. So I enter, we hug, we get coffee and we start talking.

As time passes something starts tugging at me. This man sitting across the table is everything I would ever want in a partner. He had the looks that I'm attracted to, a totally warped sense of humor that rivaled mine, very intelligent, kind, and spiritual. I'm thinking "God? Did you just send me the man I've been praying for? Are you kidding me? I have no expectations then you sit him across from me?"

Conversation and laughter continues. We discuss our religious backgrounds. His was very regimented, so in his adult life, he went on a quest to see what he believed and find out who he was. Conversation shifted as they often do and we went down another path. There was a lull at one point and I said "So tell me what you discovered about yourself on your journey." He said "Are you really sure you want to go there?" I replied "Of course I do, or I would not have asked you." He then looked me in the eye and said "I basically came to terms with the fact that I'm gay."

Yep....It was at this moment I remembered God indeed has a sense of humor. "Bendy, this was not the man that I intended for you, girlfriend. My time not yours."

We continued our conversation. I assured him that he did not in any way "freak me out" and his revelation did not change our friendship. All too soon, it was time for him to leave and meet his daughter for dinner. He walked me to my car, we hugged and promised we would get together again for coffee when he was in town next. One can never have too many friends, and I have the feeling we will be friends for a very long time....

Class Act.....

Like thousands of others, I watched the Superbowl last night. The Tennessee boy vs. the young thing. Two teams on the gridiron trying to play their game in nothing short of a downpour. Snaps that slipped due to the mud and wetness; passes caught then dropped because of the same. Challenge flags thrown and answered. I'm surprised they played as well as they did.

I have watched Tony Dungy coach for years. He is always calm and direct. I've never seen him throw anything or heard him say anything off color in anger. Last night, he became one of my heros.

The big news was that for the first time ever, a black coach was going to win the Superbowl, whether it be Tony Dungy or Lovie Smith. Yes, that was a big moment in history...agreed. However, when giving his acceptance speech after the game, Tony stated that though that fact was monumentous and he was honored to be recognized for that, the fact that both coaches, he and Lovie, were Christians and brought God to their game was much more important. This man witnessed simply to thousands upon thousands of people with a very brief and very humble statement. In my book, that's a class act.