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
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
Filed under COVID-19, Fear
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
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
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