May 20, 2020 · 7:37 am
There’s an old story about a Georgia farmer, ragged and barefooted, standing on the steps of his tumbledown shack, when a stranger stopped to ask directions. After giving the information, the farmer offered the fellow a cold drink, so he decided to pass the time for a few minutes and ask about his crops.
“How is your cotton coming along?” he asked.
Ain’t got none,” replied the farmer. Continue reading →
March 14, 2020 · 7:45 am
Watching ESPN yesterday as they discussed the delay of the Major League baseball season, I heard Jeff Passion offer this insight:
“The idea that we know what’s going on 2 hours from now, let alone 2 weeks from now is just not the case.”
The global pandemic caused by the threat of the Coronavirus (COVID-19) is creating wide-spread uncertainty, fear, and even panic. We haven’t experienced this much disruption of our daily lives since the 9/11 attacks. In fact, in some ways it seems worse Continue reading →
May 30, 2019 · 5:30 am
As I write this post cruising at 30,000 feet on a Southwest jet, I’m reminded of some folks who have a fear of flying.
For many years John Madden, the CBS Sports color commentator crisscrossed the country each fall in a customized bus because he was afraid of flying.
Several years ago, a first-round NBA draft choice quickly ended his career with an unconditional release by his team because of his paralyzing fear of flying. Continue reading →
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May 3, 2017 · 5:09 am
Joe went to a psychiatrist for a problem that had plagued him for years– fear that someone was under his bed at night.
“Doc,” he pleaded, “You’ve got to help me. I’m going crazy. I can’t get a good night’s sleep.”
“I can cure you in 6 months,” said the doctor. “If you will come 3 times a week, I will rid you of your fears.”
“How much do you charge?” asked Joe.
“$150 a visit.”
“I’ll think about,” Joe replied. Continue reading →
May 13, 2015 · 7:16 am
George went to a psychiatrist and frantically said, . “Doc, I’ve got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there’s somebody under it. I can’t relax. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in years! I’m going crazy! Can you help me?
“Sure,” replied the psychiatrist. “Just come to me three times a week for the next six months and I’ll cure your fears.”
“How much do you charge?”
“A hundred dollars per visit.”
“I’ll think about it,” said George. Continue reading →