Heres the card I made. The cover and then the inside.
Writing Personal Notes
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Dana Jean I sooooo hope you hear back from Gary Busey - there's just no telling what kind of garbled wisdom might lie therein.
That is cool. Very good. Does John want you like Dave wants me?
Very nice! Who's it for?
I am keeping my fingers crossed.
My seventh grade english teacher and Iam working on the letter to put inside.
Good job, I'm so excited for you. Please let me know when you hear back. Because she is going to write back!
Yeah, that was a tough one for me. But I'd be tickled to hear back from her. I also am writing Canadian Rob Ford!
LOL. As Bridget Jones would say, he's gagging for it!
I finally saw it - very pretty!! She's going to love it and love hearing from you.
I owe a big thank you to the boss at had at the architectural firm I worked for years ago. He taught me so much and went over and above taking care of me and making sure I knew what I did there was just as important as what all the guys did. When I left to have more babies, he tried to lure me back with an amazing offer, but I had babies to raise. My current boss called him to get a recommendation and he said so many nice things about me. I owe him big-big.
Write him. Write him now! People need to hear that they made a difference. It's crucial for us to stay connected as humans in a personal way in this world of tweets, texts and emails. Everyone wants to hear nice things, and for some reason, people have a hard time saying nice things to people. It's lovely and lets that person know that they really do count and did something amazing for someone. From little things to big things. And you never know, that person each of you may be thinking about might be in a moment of personal crisis and your note will give them a boost.
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My daughter's Confirmation teacher told this story at our retreat: He was a 'troubled' kid--came out of a CA gang, spoiling for a fight all the time, etc, etc. When he finally decided that wasn't the life he wanted, he decided to go into the military. Because his grades weren't so great, he had to have letters of recommendation. Without much hope, he asked his English teacher for a letter, & the man agreed gladly. Joe later found out that it was that letter, filled with assurances that he had good within him and potential to be a fine man and soldier, that got him into the army. Fast forward to last month, over two decades later. Joe ran into that teacher outside Home Depot and stopped to thank him and play catch up on how well his life had turned out. The teacher was stunned for a moment, then tears started to fall. He told Joe that he had just that morning decided to give up teaching because he didn't feel like he was accomplishing anything.
Our words and our thanks mean more than we can possibly imagine.
Now I want to find my 9th grade English teacher, my personal Matt Burke, who didn't bat an eye when my first book review was of THE STAND. He read it aloud, encouraged everyone to read the book, and solidified my desire to write.
Our words and our thanks mean more than we can possibly imagine.
Now I want to find my 9th grade English teacher, my personal Matt Burke, who didn't bat an eye when my first book review was of THE STAND. He read it aloud, encouraged everyone to read the book, and solidified my desire to write.
That is a heart tugger. If you think of someone you should thank, the universe is telling you something. Think of all those people in thankless jobs that have made your life better. Thanks for sharing that. Lots of th words there. lol.
Lord, when I get typing, my brain thinks faster than my fingers and lord only knows what grammar Nazi offenses will come out. Just know, I do actually proofread my notes, but hardly my posts! I think I need to do better.
That's excellent!
When I lived in Southern Arkansas, I lived in a very small town, no stoplights, not much there, but we did have a gas station. It was called Burke's Store. We bought baseball cards, candy, cokes, stuff like that there. We would ride our bikes to the store almost daily during summer vacation. It was kind of the place my friends and I met up to plan our day. Anyway, we're sitting on our bikes outside the store, circa de...1983-ish. I was 10 going on 11 years old. We were comparing our baseball cards we had bought when a very nice tour bus pulled up to the gas pumps. We just kind of stared for a moment then went back to what we were doing. The driver got out and started pumping gas, in a few minutes, three guys got off the bus, 2 of them with very long beards, the other guy was clean cut with shaggy hair. It appeared they had exited the bus to stretch their legs. All three of them wandered over to us and asked us how we were doing. I looked up at them and at that moment it dawned on my we were talking to Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill and Frank Beard, the members of ZZ Top. I stood up and with the biggest grin on my face immediately blurted out, "I WISH MY DAD WAS HERE, HE'D SH1T! YOU GUYS ARE ZZ TOP!". Most of my family were ZZ Top fans and I can remember listening to them on 8-track when I was very young. Dusty Hill said something to the effect of "You know your rock and roll little man." I very much liked their music and could hardly believe they were standing in front of us. Billy Gibbons asked if any of us knew how far it was to Shreveport, LA from our town. Three kids, three different answers, I think I may have been closest with my estimate of four our five hours. One of my friends said 2 hours which was nowhere close and the other said about 8 hours which would have put them in Houston, TX from where we lived. All three of them chuckled at our bell curve estimate. Turned out they were touring in support of their "Eliminator" album and were headed to Louisiana. They were very cool and larger than life looking to all of us. All three of them were just so damn......"TEXAS" and I mean that in an awesome way because I very much like the state of Texas. Even though it borders Arkansas, every time I travel to Texas, I feel like I belong there. All three of them shook our hands and told us to have a good summer, then just like that, they boarded the bus and drove off. It never occurred to me to ask for an autograph, we were all too star struck. Needless to say, we had conversation topics a plenty for the rest of the summer. The brief encounter grew both in length and in stature until it rivaled that of a tall tale. By the end of the summer, versions of the story had them buying us lunch, giving us a one of Frank Beard's drum sticks, offering us a quick guitar lesson, and offering us free tickets for life to any of their concerts. My friends and I went our separate ways, the day's plans forgotten. We quickly dispersed to tell anyone who would listen about our chance meeting with ZZ Top. It was the stuff of legend in our small corner of the world.
That it just too stinking cool, ghost! I love zztop - especially that year, that tour - I am a bit older than you, so that summer was about partying hard and that music was often the background noise.
This is an awesome story. WRITE THEM! And remind them of this encounter. I bet they would love it!
AND, I would just like to say:
I received a very extraordinary letter today from one of Queen Elizabeth's lady's-in-waiting. Buckingham Palace seal and everything! Come on Gary Busey! (lol!)
I received a very extraordinary letter today from one of Queen Elizabeth's lady's-in-waiting. Buckingham Palace seal and everything! Come on Gary Busey! (lol!)
I had not thought of this encounter in quite a while, but the other night I was watching "Live from Daryl's House", a music show on Paladia channel on Dish. Daryl Hall, who I still think has one of the best singing voices ever, has recording sessions with different artists at his house and the other night I was reading but had the TV going in the background. I wasn't paying much attention but then I heard a voice talking on the TV and I immediately remembered the same Texas, blues-y drawl, asking three kids "How you'll doin'?" on a warm Arkansas summer morning eons ago. I knew immediately who it was on the TV as soon as I heard him talking, so I watched the rest of the show. He still talks exactly like I remember him talking to us and he's still a bad-ass guitar slinger. I've always loved ZZ Top and got to see them in 1988 in Little Rock, AR. Another wild story for another time...lol.