What is cheating? Who cheats? Why do people cheat?
Webster defines a cheater as "a person who defrauds, deceives, or tricks others; swindler." Also it states that cheat in the most general term in this comparison implies dishonesty or deception in dealing with someone, to obtain some advantage or gain.
Who cheats? Someone who wants or needs something.
Why cheat? To realize an advantage over another or a situation for personal gain. How does that sound?
I witnessed cheating behavior today. I am sad about the choice this person made. Cheating is a selfish act that is never done in isolation. It always involves others. Hopefully, cheaters will have the good luck to be caught.
Have you ever been cheated upon? What experiences have you had with cheating? How did you cope with the situation?
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Feeling Foggy....
What a beautiful morning!
It started out that way, as I left home with clear skies above and a positive attitude about beginning a new work week.
I reached up to lock the door and the key stuck in the lock, coffee swished-swashed from one side of the cup to the other and then SPLAT! Coffee everywhere. Suddenly the promise of the day landed with a thud... splattering on clothes and porch.
Clean up... move on...start again.
What a beautiful morning!
Starting out to be a beautiful day. Clear skies above and a positive attitude about beginning a new work week.
I reached up to lock the door and the key slid out with no problem. Walked out to the car, unlocked the door and slid in the driver's seat.
Drove two blocks south - turn - drive east and before me a blanket of fog. Not just a light London fog, but a thick choking blinding fog. The fog crossed the valley in a thin strip running north and south forming a narrow band of cotton. Blip! Blip! Fog gone! Just that fast. Keep moving forward as the week like the fog will be here and gone in a minute.
How was your day?
It started out that way, as I left home with clear skies above and a positive attitude about beginning a new work week.
I reached up to lock the door and the key stuck in the lock, coffee swished-swashed from one side of the cup to the other and then SPLAT! Coffee everywhere. Suddenly the promise of the day landed with a thud... splattering on clothes and porch.
Clean up... move on...start again.
What a beautiful morning!
Starting out to be a beautiful day. Clear skies above and a positive attitude about beginning a new work week.
I reached up to lock the door and the key slid out with no problem. Walked out to the car, unlocked the door and slid in the driver's seat.
Drove two blocks south - turn - drive east and before me a blanket of fog. Not just a light London fog, but a thick choking blinding fog. The fog crossed the valley in a thin strip running north and south forming a narrow band of cotton. Blip! Blip! Fog gone! Just that fast. Keep moving forward as the week like the fog will be here and gone in a minute.
How was your day?
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Salute to All Veterans
Looking back over the years, I recall doing reports on World War II a few times in elementary school. On one such occasion, I interviewed my Uncle Roy a soft-spoken WWII veteran. Question after question about the war dribbled from my lips and he patiently answered each one. I was 11 or 12 years old then and today I cannot remember any of my questions or answers. Uncle Roy has since passed on, and I do not know what came of the interview with him. He was a man of great height and few words. When he smiled he grinned from ear to ear. He was gentle and soft-spoken. How unlike a warrior going into battle. I am sure he never shared the terrors of war, the loneliness of being so far away from his close-knit family, nor the scars of seeing death and destruction. How unlike a warrior yet fighting to bring some semblance of peace to each remaining day. I don't know much about my Uncle, but I know he took the time to share a bit of his history with me. He is a gallant warrior in my world.
In my hometown around the same time as my interview with Uncle Roy, there appeared in our newspaper a story about a Veteran's Day parade planned with an invitation that all should attend. I strolled downtown on that Saturday and was shocked to find very few people attending the parade. This made me very angry and I took this as a serious lack of patriotism on the part of my town. You see, when you are not quite a teenager, the world centers around me...of course. Anyway, I was steaming mad and decided to write a letter to the editor in our hometown paper. I explained my disappointment to the world for their lack of patriotism and chastised those who were not there saying that Russia (remember this was the Cold War era) would indeed take over the world if we did not stand up for our beliefs and model patriotism. Later in the week a gentleman called my mom and said how proud she must be of me for writing such a letter. Whew! My family is and always was very patriotic. A number of mom's brothers and family members were involved in World War II and then the Korean War. War seems to be ever-present in our world, doesn't it? What is the opposite of war, anyway? Some say peace, but even in "peaceful" times warlike behaviors abound. Is the opposite of war - normalcy - an existence of routine? Armies must instill routine in the lives of soldiers, because on the battlefield nothing is normal. I think the opposite of war is a state of normalcy and uninterrupted routine. Just my take.
So today, I remember my relatives who fought so gallantly. I thank those who were able to return getting back to the business of life. For those who came back changed, my prayers are with you. War changes all of us in some way. For the warriors, war reveals inner strength and weaknesses. For those of us at home, war reveals our level of commitment to a cause whether it be strong support of the war or disapproval of the motives of those in charge. Then there are those whose backyards have now become battlegrounds and they find themselves displaced, cold, hungry, afraid, alone, sad and objectified. They are the young and the old, strong and weak, but all unprepared for such a life of despair. May God spare America from such a bleak future.
Salute - All Brave Warriors - From all Wars - Always....
Thank you for sharing this time with me. What are your thoughts about war? Peace? Routine?
Until next time...
Autumn
In my hometown around the same time as my interview with Uncle Roy, there appeared in our newspaper a story about a Veteran's Day parade planned with an invitation that all should attend. I strolled downtown on that Saturday and was shocked to find very few people attending the parade. This made me very angry and I took this as a serious lack of patriotism on the part of my town. You see, when you are not quite a teenager, the world centers around me...of course. Anyway, I was steaming mad and decided to write a letter to the editor in our hometown paper. I explained my disappointment to the world for their lack of patriotism and chastised those who were not there saying that Russia (remember this was the Cold War era) would indeed take over the world if we did not stand up for our beliefs and model patriotism. Later in the week a gentleman called my mom and said how proud she must be of me for writing such a letter. Whew! My family is and always was very patriotic. A number of mom's brothers and family members were involved in World War II and then the Korean War. War seems to be ever-present in our world, doesn't it? What is the opposite of war, anyway? Some say peace, but even in "peaceful" times warlike behaviors abound. Is the opposite of war - normalcy - an existence of routine? Armies must instill routine in the lives of soldiers, because on the battlefield nothing is normal. I think the opposite of war is a state of normalcy and uninterrupted routine. Just my take.
So today, I remember my relatives who fought so gallantly. I thank those who were able to return getting back to the business of life. For those who came back changed, my prayers are with you. War changes all of us in some way. For the warriors, war reveals inner strength and weaknesses. For those of us at home, war reveals our level of commitment to a cause whether it be strong support of the war or disapproval of the motives of those in charge. Then there are those whose backyards have now become battlegrounds and they find themselves displaced, cold, hungry, afraid, alone, sad and objectified. They are the young and the old, strong and weak, but all unprepared for such a life of despair. May God spare America from such a bleak future.
Salute - All Brave Warriors - From all Wars - Always....
Thank you for sharing this time with me. What are your thoughts about war? Peace? Routine?
Until next time...
Autumn
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Seriously now...
Who thought they would make it this far in life? A fifty-something female writing about how life in the 50s has impacted her present situation. Shouldn't I be on life support somewhere in cyberspace? Perhaps I am....
Hello, call me Autumn. Not my real name of course, but autumn is my favorite season of the year and we are in the thick of it. How exciting to wake up each morning and be surprised by rain, snow or really who knows what is awaiting us.
I am a female, single now with two wonderful children who are now grown and making their way in the world. Single doesn't mean lonely, however. My days are filled with children as I teach middle school tweens and enjoy every minute of it. Admittedly, coming home some days finds me tired at which point I slip on my sneakers and walk a few. I hope to then find you here when I come home to share some thoughts with you.
I will be back soon.
Hello, call me Autumn. Not my real name of course, but autumn is my favorite season of the year and we are in the thick of it. How exciting to wake up each morning and be surprised by rain, snow or really who knows what is awaiting us.
I am a female, single now with two wonderful children who are now grown and making their way in the world. Single doesn't mean lonely, however. My days are filled with children as I teach middle school tweens and enjoy every minute of it. Admittedly, coming home some days finds me tired at which point I slip on my sneakers and walk a few. I hope to then find you here when I come home to share some thoughts with you.
I will be back soon.
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