I once had a conversation with a man who was dying from emphysema. That single conversation was evidence that what Solomon wrote is true, "God has put eternity in man's heart."

I confessed to my wife and daughter that one day, out of frustration, I kicked Harvey. It was 4:30 in the morning. It wasn't a hard kick, like kicking him across the room, but it was a kick nonetheless.

The rapid, repeated blinking of Bill's eyes in an attempt to re-focus eyes that had been momentarily blinded by the flash of light, along with his singed eyebrows and hair on his arms, were clear indications that he didn't know what he was doing.

The most awkward conversation I ever had after a Sunday Service was when Sam approached the platform and said, "Pastor Ron, You have beautiful feet." In that instant I would never have imagined that he was paying me one of the highest compliments I could ask for.

I am still uncertain of what crime I will be charged with, but just in case, to alleviate any doubt and possible citation, while the officer is preparing to approach me and my back towards the police car, I cunningly, slowly, and methodically, making sure my upper body wasn't moving, reach over, grab my seatbelt, and fastened it.