The word “volunteer” came from the French word voluntaire, which meant community work in the 19th century. In the U.S., women volunteered their time and efforts during the Civil War, sewing military supplies or looking after injured soldiers in hospitals with experts’ supervision when the number of injured soldiers far exceeded the number of medical staff.
From an economic standpoint, chronic diseases cost our country $4.2 trillion every year. That’s enough to pay 18 million teachers’ salaries, buy 42 million cars, purchase 5.6 million homes and pay 56.8 million U.S. Army privates.
“Susan, the clicker isn’t working,” my dad said as he handed me the TV remote. Ronald Reagan was president and I was mid-college, but the seemingly insignificant conversation has stuck with me all these years.
There may not be anything more boring than a mom or dad whose sole topic of conversation is about their amazing kids. For the love of all that is holy, just give a rest. We get it: Your kids are the best and the brightest — at least in your brain they are.
Kids were running all over an indoor athletic training facility on a field divided in half by a large floor-to-ceiling net. On the left side of the net was a lacrosse league, and to the right, a baseball team. I sat and watched both practices for a while, taking inventory of the equipment being used. Based on what I was seeing, I figured that several thousand dollars were out on that field.
My heart is saddened with the passing of Nelson LaVert “Fuzzy” Thompson. He was a giant among men not only in stature, but most especially in his humility, ethics, religious morality and his steadfast commitment to rid the world of racism.
An overheard phone conversation, full of shared tee-hee-hees about a boy, tell Dad that his little girl is growing up. But she’s only 10, and for the love of God, girls that age aren’t supposed to be interested in those sorts of things. Are they?