Hi everyone, sorry it's been awhile. Instead of going back and trying to recap the last few months, I am going to introduce you to something called "Five Minute Friday." I discovered it through a friend from church,
Holly, and I am hoping that by writing for five minutes every Friday, I will be able to keep you all up-to-date a little better. And since I enjoy writing, I'm hoping for a fun challenge!
So, every Friday (well, Thursday night to be exact),
Kate Motaung posts a single word prompt. On Friday, all who want to participate spend five minutes writing about that prompt. They can then add a link to their post to her blog. I'm probably not going to join the link party yet, since I see many of the posts are spiritual and inspiring, and mine for now are going to be random scatter-brained thoughts (and I'll always post one unrelated picture!). But I love this idea, and I'm going to roll with it for a little while.
So, the one-word prompt this week is "Reach."
Ready?
GO.
Reach. I've seen a lot of people reaching on the Internet lately. They're reaching buckets over their heads (or someone else's head) and dumping ice water on themselves. Some people found out later in the game, but I think by now everyone knows that the ice-water-dumping is to promote awareness of the disease ALS. This is a serious degenerative disease that often strikes young men. My Grandfather passed away from ALS, and so anytime I hear it mentioned, it kind of jolts me. It has been, well, weird to see all these people (on Facebook, the news, in somebody's yard down the street) laughing and throwing ice water on themselves. Like, how is this helping? Why is everyone laughing? But I guess it is helping, money and awareness are coming in in droves. I don't think I'll be doing the bucket challenge, but I think I will find an organization to donate to, instead of just glumly thinking of my Grandfather and how it's too late for him. He was already over 80 years old and had lived a full life. I hate to think of these young fathers, professionals, athletes, husbands, never reaching their potential.
STOP.
Random picture:
Here is Caroline with her second cousin at my cousin Doris' wedding! She (Caroline, not my cousin) isn't what you would call crawling, but rather launching herself onto her face, then picking herself up to do it again, all in the name of forward progress.