Tag Archives: Feel Good Sunday

A Car Accident

Author: © 2011

Catherine and I were on our way to our nephew’s birthday party one rainy Saturday morning driving along what some people call moose alley. Continue reading A Car Accident

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Snake In The Fire

A man saw a snake burning and dying in the fire.  He decided to help the snake and take it out of the fire, but the snake bit him. Continue reading Snake In The Fire

The Cockroach Theory for Self-Development

At a restaurant, a cockroach suddenly flew from somewhere and sat on a lady.

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A Father’s Eyes

Jonathan’s mother died when he was very young and his father brought him up. Both of them shared a very special relationship. Continue reading A Father’s Eyes

My Father Is With Me

A friend struggling with loneliness posted these words on her Facebook page: Continue reading My Father Is With Me

The Story of a Woodcutter

Once upon a time, a very strong woodcutter asked for a job in a timber merchant and he got it. The pay was really good and so was the work condition. For those reasons, the woodcutter was determined to do his best.

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You Have To Steer

By Joseph J. Mazzella Continue reading You Have To Steer

Battling Distractions

from Our Daily Bread

Every day I drive the same highway to and from the office and every day I see an alarming number of distracted drivers.

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Habits Of A Healthy Mind

There is much said today about improving our health by developing habits of optimism, whether facing a difficult medical diagnosis or a pile of dirty laundry.  Barbara Fredrickson, PhD, a psychology professor at the University of North Carolina, says we should try activities that build joy, gratitude, love, and other positive feelings. Continue reading Habits Of A Healthy Mind

For The Man Who Hated Christmas


By Nancy W. Gavin

It’s just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past ten years.

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