Dr Wingnut

Category: Spiritual

  • Mouse Trap

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    A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.  What food might this contain? The mouse wondered — he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning: There is a mousetrap in the house!  There is a…

  • An Unexpected Moment

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    It was hard to watch her fail.  Physically she was growing thinner and more stooped.  Mentally she was losing her ability to sort out reality.  Initially, my grandmother had railed angrily against the symptoms of Alzheimer’s disease that were eroding who she had always been.Eventually, the anger gave way to frustration and then resignation.  My…

  • Who you callin’ colored?

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    When I’m born, I’m black,When I’m grow up, I’m black,When I’m go in the sun, I’m black,When I’m cold, I’m black,When I’m scared, I’m black,When I’m sick, I’m black,And when I die, I still black.You white folks…When you’re born, you’re pink,When you grow up, you’re white,When you go in the sun, you’re red,When you’re cold,…

  • The Four Seasons of a Tree

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    There was a man who had four sons.  He wanted his sons to learn to not judge things too quickly.  So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring,…

  • Miracles

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    A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.  She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully.  Three times, even.  The total had to be exactly perfect.  No chance here for mistakes.Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and…

  • Lessons of the Heart

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    Love is not the latest ballad on the radio.  It is the song of a lifetime. Love is not the rock on the finger of the girl you plan to marry.  It is the size of the boulder you move to repair the marriage.Love is not the fairy tale that ends with happy ever after. …

  • Life without left turns

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    My father never drove a car.Well, that’s not quite right. I should say I never saw him drive a car. He quit driving in 1927, when he was 25 years old, and the last car he drove was a 1926 Whippet.“In those days,” he told me when he was in his 90s, “to drive a…