Showing posts with label questions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label questions. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Just a quick question...

Humility: the condition of being humble


Humble: marked by meekness or modesty in behavior, attitude or spirit; not arrogant or prideful.


Humiliation: state of digrace or loss of self-respect


synonyms: disgrace, shame, dishonor, degradation

antonyms: dignity, pride

Greek from "Humus" meaning earth


My only question: Can you get humiliated if you are truly humble?

I'm not sure. What think you?



L


Saturday, July 9, 2011

Things that Amaze me

Today I found out that there are not a plethora of fireflies in California!
Now, this "fact" may not be entirely accurate, but according to a young lady on the Disney channel (who was from California), the first time she ever saw a firefly was when she visited Maryland!

I have to confess that I have never even questioned the fact that there might be places that don't have fireflies. How many other questions have I never asked??

After having these revelations today, I wrote on my facebook that I am amazed at the things I don't know. One of my friends asked me how I can be amazed at the things I don't know, because... well because I don't know what those things are...

argh! How many things don't I know?

Why do cats spit up hairballs?
If a dromedary camel mates with a bactrian camel, how many humps will the baby have?
What really happened to Enoch of Bible fame?
What was the older brother's final decsion in the Prodigal son story?
Just how intelligent is a dolphin?


How about telling me a fact that you think is amazing. I'd love to learn more and be even more amazed.




L

Monday, February 28, 2011

You Call This a Choice?

Yesterday my sixteen year old son asked me a hypothetical question: "Which would you rather I had, a motorcycle or a gun?" Here was my first response:

Me: "Is the gun locked up?"

Son: "What do you mean locked up?"

Me: "Is it in a lock box, something that only you can unlock?"

Son: "No mom. I'd be carrying it."

Me: "It's not loaded, right?"

Son: "Mom, what good would that do? Of course it would be loaded."

I share this with you because I can't believe that I'm trying so hard to choose the gun option. Until this conversation, I didn't realize how really nervous I am about him getting a motorcycle.
Let me explain. I used to ride motorcycles. Not by myself, just as a passenger, but still I wasn't afraid them.

Maybe it's the fact that he's just sixteen and he doesn't even have his driver's license.(He's getting it on Friday!)
Maybe it's that I know of a guy who lost both his legs and an arm in a motorcycle accident just last year.
Or maybe it's genetic. My mom hated motorcyles.

I don't know. but I do know that I'm not too happy about the gun option either. Good thing it was a hypothetical question...