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For Your Consideration

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The consideration of others is a lost art.

How easily we get angered at all the inconsiderate people in the world - the guy blocking traffic; the noisy neighbors; the lady holding up the line counting out change; the whiny child interrupting our phone call. Why don't they consider the needs of those around them? Don't they know we have our own lives to live, places to go, things we'd like to be doing, uninterrupted? How could they be so inconsiderate?

Or are we, perhaps, the ones who are being inconsiderate?

The guy blocking traffic may be helping someone across the street or protecting an injured animal. His car might have stalled. He could have gotten devastating news and it could have just hit him, sitting at a traffic light. He could be ill and in need of help. Would it be more beneficial to get angry not knowing the reason, or to hope the man is ok as you make your way through traffic?

The lady holding up the line could be counting out change from her purchase because tha…

Spring Cleaning

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A second mattress swiped from the other single bed and a memory foam mattress topper on top of that make the bed only slightly more bearable. My back spasms as I try to relax. Laughter wafts through the cabin walls as Enya serenades, well, only me, as everyone else has finally fallen asleep. 

Too tired from a day of homeschool co-op followed by five hours of driving, a delicious dinner at the Yankee Smokehouse, and then catching up with friends at Camp Calumet, I decided that my t-shirt and shorts would do for pajamas. After a run to the bathroom with a child in the 40 degree New Hampshire night, I soon regretted my choice. 

Battery operated tea lights flicker as I coax my body into a semi-comfortable position. Among other things, I pray for at least a couple hours of sleep to find me in preparation for the long day of work ahead of me. 

My toes burrow into the cool sand as the fog begins to lift from the lake. Just two weeks ago, we were told, ice still inhabited Lake Ossipee. Watching …