I grew up attending a small Baptist church that was the center of the African American community. The focus was on pleasing Jesus and having a personal relationship with Him. I cannot recall anything bad about my young experience but when I got older, things changed. I attended several churches where the focus was on making the pastor happy and obtaining a certain lifestyle. In these churches, people were often told they needed to smile, dress better, hold their heads up and improve their countenance. Instead of spiritual growth, it became about how much money you could give, where you lived and the vehicle you drove.
There was a time when library shelves were filled with old dusty books. The librarian was an older person, usually a woman who was modestly dressed. If you spoke too loudly she would put a finger to her mouth and tell you "Shhh." I cannot ever remember in my 61 years ever hearing kids shouting and running through a library, that is until now. Libraries today are vastly different than what they used to be. Instead of rows and rows of books on shelves, most libraries today are filled with video games, CDs, video game systems, and DVDs. Unsupervised children run around shouting, play fighting, and having outdoor games such as hide and seek and tag indoors.
The sound of the pitter patter of raindrops falling can be soothing and relaxing. Even so, many people run for cover from the rain, grab an umbrella, rain coat or boots. What they may not know is that there are also benefits from taking a stroll when it is raining. According to Life Health, there are four specific things that will help you feel better when you walk during the rainy season. I've added one more of my own that has benefited myself and my family.
There are changes as we age that no one can warn us of, but they must be experienced. No two couples will experience the same thing, so each spouse must learn to adjust to their unique situation. My husband and I went through a period where unexpected expenses, and helping with the grandchildren, led to us not being able to maintain our vehicles. It was difficult, and we did not like this situation, but we found ways to make the best of it. We walked to the park, and the neighborhood store, with the grandchildren. We took them on rides on the city bus, and they really enjoyed it.
A few years back my husband and I went on a hike to a local water fall. Our oldest son got the two trails mixed up so he and two of our grandchildren ended up on the easy trail, why my husband and I along with the other grandchild went up the rough trail. We climbed straight up the mountain, scaling ledges that overlooked a 20 foot drop into water. We walked on steep paths, climbed boulders and several times did not think we would make it. At least twice, my husband said he could not go any further and encouraged us to go on without him. Both times our middle grandson Dre, told his grampy that he could do it and asked him to keep going.
If I were a young child today, I suspect that I might be somewhere on the Asperger's spectrum. In the 1960s there was no such thing, or at least, I never heard of it. Children were "normal" or diagnosed as "mentally retarded," and placed in special education. Those stuck somewhere in the middle were simply considered goofy or awkward. I fell into the middle crowd, and was miserable. I knew I was different but kept trying to hide it and pretend I was "normal." Loud sounds terrified me, even on television.