The sun was high when I walked through the door, Esther just arched her eyebrows and asked, “Breakfast or lunch?”
I’m sorry I’m late”
mind that Simon, Eli told me what happened.
You must be exhausted, you fished all night and then you are gone all
morning. Where were you? What is happening?” Breakfast or lunch?”
some bread and olives will be fine, we cooked some fish for breakfast and ate
while we talked.”
what did you talk about with this Jesus? How to build a table or fit at door? Or were you teaching him how to fish? What do you even have in common with this man?”
The questions rolled out, one after another.
Great article in the Toronto Sun by Bill Walker, Ontario minister of Government and Consumer Services.
Like most Ontarians, I was shocked to read that a family in Ottawa – the father, a third-generation member of our Armed Forces and a veteran of the War in Afghanistan – was told by a condominium board they were not allowed to fly the Canadian flag on the front of their house.
For those of you who may be unfamiliar with the story, Maj. Michael Mitchell initially put up our nation’s flag to celebrate Canada Day and kept it flying until he was told this week it violated the rules of his condominium corporation.
The board informed Mitchell that no condo owner was allowed to affix anything to the front of their home. Mitchell and his family were not initially aware of these rules
Hats off to the Qantas CEO who treated this young boy’s request with dignity and respect. It’s a beautiful story that may bring a smile to your face or a tear to your eye.
Alex Jacquot is a 10-year-old boy who lives in Australia. He’s also an aspiring airline CEO, who wrote a letter last month to Qantas Airways CEO Alan Joyce, asking for advice on getting his future company off the ground.
He starts it off by introducing himself and asking the CEO to please take him seriously. After all, he’s already the CEO of his very own airline, which he’s named “Oceania Express.” He’s also already hired a CFO, a head of IT, a Head of Maintenance, a Head of On-Board Services, and a Head of Legal. And he’s got a co-founder in the form of his friend Wolf. Oh, and he’s already “started some stuff, like what type of planes I’ll need, flight numbers, catering and more.”
The first signs of a problem started to emerge around 2014: More young people said they felt overwhelmed and depressed. College counseling centers reported sharp increases in the number of students seeking treatment for mental health issues.
Even as studies were showing increases in symptoms of depression and in suicide among adolescents since 2010, some researchers called the concerns overblown and claimed there simply isn’t enough good data to reach that conclusion.
The idea that there’s an epidemic in anxiety or depression among youth “is simply a myth,” psychiatrist Richard Friedman wrote in The New York Times last year. Others suggested young people were simply more willing to get help when they needed it. Or perhaps counseling centers’ outreach efforts were becoming more effective.
I encourage you to do your own research. Many (most?) of the leaders in the media, academia, government and beyond do not have the best interests of you, your family, community, the population or indeed the entire world – despite their rosy words.
Another night of fishing and we were just beaching the boat when Andrew spotted a large school just off the shore, we grabbed our throw nets and waded out to try our luck.
had caught plenty through the night, but you fished when there were fish. There was no telling what tomorrow night
might hold for us.
up the shore, John and James were cleaning their nets under the watchful eye of
their father. Old man Zebedee was just
plain nasty, he growled and cussed as the crew got things tidied up for the
day. It seemed that he demanded more from his sons then he did of the hired
hands who helped out.
old to fish himself, he was there every morning to make sure that he wasn’t
cheated out of his share as owner of the boat and always demanded to know why
his sons hadn’t caught more or bigger fish, “Why in my day. . .” Soon his raging just became part of the