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Shining Moments

We were standing in small shop in York Beach, Maine, browsing

     when all of a sudden I heard the sound of pouring rain.

My eyes quickly darted to the open door.

Looking out I saw heavy rain falling.

As if on cue my daughters eyes met mine.

No umbrella.

No car

   and our room at the motel was blocks away.

By this time the gushing water was filling the street.

Then I heard those words.

“Just rain.” I glanced up at the man behind the counter.

He was smiling broadly

    well used to these sudden summer showers.

“Yes, just rain.”  

My girls and I chuckled as the words sank in our mind.

Where we had immediately thought of the difficulty

     his words spoke calm reason.

No need to stress.

No, it was just rain.

Those words turned around our experience.

On the count of three we ran out the store,

     Up the street

    Splashing through the deep waters


    Hilarious fun.

I’ll never forget it.

Sure we were wet by the time we arrived back at our room.

Soaked to the bones

    but still

     it was just rain.

It applies to much of life, doesn’t it.

People tend to react emotionally

   to sometimes exaggerate

   making something seem like a catastrophe

  when all along it is

    ‘just rain’.

Writing from his prison cell the apostle Paul wrote these words.

“Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice.” Philippians 4:4

A joy that sings no matter what.

Hurricanes come;

    Hurricanes go.

Elections over

  The holiday season approaching.

Let’s count if all joy, my friends.

It’s all life. No need to get upset or discouraged.

It’s just rain.

So let’s begin to sing in the rain.

Put on our raincoats

    turning a wet scene into another adventure.

Count on it

   Life will happen.

It just does

  but our choice to maintain a heart that sings

   no matter what

  will open up doors of possibility

  that we had no idea existed.

Shining Moments

Every day we went there. Sometimes more than once.

No, it wasn’t the ice cream store

And no, it wasn’t the candy store.

No, every day we walked down the street from the place where we stayed

      to the Long Sands General Store.

It’s a store like none other.

Something for everybody. Food to newspapers to coffee to toys.

But that’s not what drew us there like an invisible magnet.

Sure, the chicken tenders and fries and great; the potato salad delicious;

   the pizzas superb, the blueberry muffins like grandmas

 but there’s another special quality that characterizes this store up north

  so that  year after year

  we can hardly wait to go again.

Early in the morning we walk the long beach

  stopping off at Long Sands General Store to buy a paper

    and oftentimes a coffee and donut or two.

As I approach the store I can hear the sound of happiness and uplift.

People bantering


      friendly greetings

        and the smiling gal behind the counter giving each person warmth and attention.

Yes, in a world that has all too often become impersonal and cold

   I find myself drawn to Long Sand General Store because it is personal.

From hugs and smiles on the first day we arrive

   to well wishes on our last day

    they consistently communicate to everyone

     that they are important.

An attitude like that is contagious!

Yes, people respond to it with smiles

   from the young to the old.

Even the dogs tied up outside the store waiting while their owners grab a bite

   seem to smile and wag their tails harder.

Ah, what a reminder, as I write on this rainy morning in Virginia.

A smile draws forth more smiles

a positive tone

a caring question.

We all need more of it, don’t you think?

Yes, you are doing well Long Sands General Store.

You raise the bar to a level that we must all stretch to reach

    wherever we live.

Let’s treat each person we meet with kindness and care.

Let’s reach out with a smile and genuine care.

One person’s actions create a ripple

   that never stops. So let’s do it. Ok?

And that’s the way it should be.

Shining moments everywhere.

Shining Moments

“Let’s go to Rick’s,” I said one morning while on vacation in Maine.

Both girls looked at me with questions in their eyes.


“Well we can ride the trolley and it will take us right to it.”

Little did I know that that would not be the case.

No, we rode the trolley only so far.

“This is as close as I go to Rick’s,” the driver said opening the door.

“You walk down that-a way and you’ll come to it.”

He motioned with his hand.

Ok, I thought. A little walk.

Rick’s was worth it.

Rick’s is a well-known restaurant in York featuring not only delicious cooking but also great service. Over the years I have been there many times and always enjoyed the yummy food.

Yes, it was worth the walk.

So we started down the street

   And walked and walked.

Every time we came to a bend in the road I thought we’d see the restaurant.

But unfortunately one bend only led to another and another.

I don’t know how long we walked but it was long.


  finally we saw it.

A line was already outside the door so we took our place at the end and passed the time laughing and talking

   glad to have arrived.

Eventually our time came and we were led to a table over in the corner.

I glanced around the familiar restaurant that held so many memories for me

Like it was yesterday I could picture my mom and dad sitting at a table.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked down at the menu.

Still the same

   And I knew just what to order.

Some times in life

  When you go back

     It’s all different.

But this was one of those shining moments when I was able to go back

   for just a little while

   yesterday and today becoming one.

Yes, it was a long walk

  our feet hurt

    our legs ached

       but today looking back I’m so glad that we put forth the effort and went.

Like pearls

   I cherish special memories and like to share them with my girls.

Do you find yourself doing that too?

Shining memories are meant to be treasured and shared.

Will I ever get back to Rick’s again?

I don’t know but I’m sure glad that we seized the opportunity that we had.

Sometimes you don’t have another chance.