Wow thanks for sharing your journey with us... I will have to save your blog to follow. My prayers 🙏🌹 are sending to you and yours. You have a lovely family 😻 and I hope this turns out well for you. You're very brave to be living this and writing about it.
I'm sure others will be inspired by your truth and expressing it in your own words.
Blessings
Diane 😸
I don't recall ever playing with mercury, but I certainly remember mercury-based thermometers. Nowadays, of course, thermometers are mostly digital. As far as the insidiousness of "racism and bigotry training" is concerned - yup.
MLB told to ban Number 42? Yup - fake news. A biography of Jackie Robinson no longer on the shelves at the U.S. Naval Academy pursuant to instructions issued by the Pentagon in accordance with the President's Executive Order? Not so fake news. Just unreal.
My son has the same problem gagging on tomatoes although he can do ketchup. I hate the horsestuff, too, although I can take a tiny dab here or there, but it just burns. Only yellow mustard for me. I always pay good attention when ordering any deli sandwich and ask for "yellow" and watch as they make it.
I turned 18 in time to vote for Jimmy Carter in 1976. I was proud to support a decent, educated man who served his country. He studied engineering and served as a submarine officer aboard the USS Pomfret. He later became involved in the Navy's nuclear program and participated in the cleanup that followed a reactor accident at Canada's Chalk River Laboratories. Lieutenant Carter put on protective gear and took his turn being lowered into the hot zone to disassemble the damaged reactor. His more well-known career in politics was noted for humility, kindness, and compassion. Jimmy Carte was a man of heroic courage who spent his entire life in public service. I only wish that America could see his example as something to be emulated rather than ridiculed.
There’s something about the first day on the job that just seems to invite disaster. We’re overeager, self-conscious, and feeling lost in unfamiliar surroundings. Is it any wonder that we manage to find new and novel ways to embarrass ourselves?
Growing up doing chores on the ranch taught me about hard work, and as a high school Senior, I felt ready to get paid for doing a ‘real job’. My academic record was in good shape, so I arranged to spend mornings in class and afternoons at the two-register Mission Mart grocery store. My position as bagboy, stocker, and third checker paid the princely sum of $2 an hour.
The store was mostly empty when I arrived for my first shift, so the boss handed me a broom and sent me outside to sweep the sidewalk. I went at it ferociously, determined to make a good first impression. But, as I swept briskly along the edge, the head of the broom caught against the curb and the wooden handle snapped in half. My face burned red as I contemplated just giving up and going home. I’ll never forget the amused and exasperated look on the boss’s face when I sheepishly brought the pieces back into the store. To his credit, all he said was “I guess you better grab another broom.”
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