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“I’m Stupid”

This simply worded sign caught the attention of my family while traveling home from the beach this past weekend. We had just gotten to a long stretch of highway that has proven many times to be an endless, boring ride. The sign was written on a large index card with a thick, light pink marker. The person who’d made the sign had it posted in the window next to where she was seated; the front passenger seat. Accompanying the sign were strange actions she’d chosen to display to everyone passing by; a means of demonstrating the authenticity of her sign. With a blank look on her face, she’d press her nose against the passenger window, dragging her face down a bit until her nose resembled a pig’s nose.

She was a pretty blonde girl who looked to be in her early twenties. Our first impression was that her mother, who was driving, had made her mad and this was her means of retaliation. The next impression I’d gotten was that she truly had a mental problem; thus bringing out feelings of sympathy. Finally we determined she was doing it for fun, to break the monotony of the long ride. Her silliness went on for miles. Back and forth our vehicles would go within the mixture of numerous cars, motor homes, buses, and an endless list of other vehicles, all traveling in the same direction. However, after reaching our turn off, we knew that was the end of our entertainment.

Being the silly person that I am, I started referring to our entertainer as “STUPID.” I meant no harm, it’s just that we didn’t know her name and I was only referring to her as the name she’d given herself. I’d make comments like, “Recon where STUPID’s at? I miss STUPID!” And finally, I pretended to cry and said, “STUPID needs me, she needs me to build up her confidence.” We laughed so much over one simple act this girl did to bring laughter to others; she truly freed us from boredom!

Our last pit stop was a short one before facing another long stretch of highway. Of course STUPID was brought up once we were on our way, but she was just a fleeing thought. Suddenly my husband looked in his side view mirror and yelled, “Here comes STUPID!” Excitement burst from my daughter and me as we began twisting in our seats to look at the vehicle approaching us from behind. Sure enough, STUPID had caught up with us, and yes, her sign was still posted.

Since we were nowhere near a popular visiting site, the highway was quite bare. STUPID’s mom blew past us, taking full advantage of the wide open road. It was at that time I’d come up with the idea to write a reply to STUPID’s sign. Finally we were fast approaching a traffic light that would give us the opportunity to be on STUPID’s side of the car. When we’d finally come to a stop, a guy in a black truck was parked beside STUPID and her crew. He’d got them to roll down their window (STUPID and her sister who was sitting behind her) and was chatting away. He was eating up our time at the traffic light, and our time to connect with STUPID. ARGGG, this man needed to move up so we could show STUPID my sign! Finally, just as the light had changed and the traffic began to move, my husband sped up until we were side-by-side with STUPID. My daughter held the sign up in my husbands’ side window, “AT LEAST YOU SPELLED STUPID RIGHT!” is what was displayed. At that point Silly Ole STUPID rolled her window down revealing her and her mom rolling in laughter. Obviously they hadn’t got, nor were they expecting, a written reply of any kind; much less one pointing out a positive from her silly negative persona.

What I took away from STUPID’s silliness is, though she didn’t care what first impression she’d left with others, she was willing to do so to break the tedious ride home for those around her.

So STUPID, if by chance you’re reading this, my family and I want to thank you for bringing a smile to the faces of everyone traveling Hwy 501 in S.C. and 601 in N.C.

Best Wishes to You Girl  🙂


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I’m Proud to be an American!!!

As I sit watching report after report of yesterday’s Boston Marathon catastrophe, I literally choke back tears over the lives lost, as well as those who were injured. Anger and outrage are my prominent feelings, but then compassion quickly takes over; compassion not only for those directly affected, but for everyone indirectly affected as well. It’s difficult to not focus on the person/people responsible for this and other tragedies, but we must!

Time after time spectators and first responders have proven how kindhearted humans can be in a time of need! For every “bad person” who chooses to harm innocent victims, there are a thousand magnificent people to overshadow them. The mere act of helping a stranger proves the warmhearted compassion of mankind. Even more so, it proves the values of one’s own upbringing. Without a doubt, this speaks VOLUMES about how people are raised. At the core of a person’s benevolent foundation are the family values instilled in them throughout life. This, my friends, is what I love about our country!

Those of us who were born in America are fortunate to be among the free and the brave. Alternatively, those who have migrated here obviously did so for the same reasons. We’re free to love, to worship, and to prosper as we wish. We’re brave in the face of tragedy. We may get knocked down, but only for a minute because those who surround us are there to lift us up.

So, as you watch the news in the days to come, focus on the good that comes from it, not the bad. Unfortunately, the Boston disaster won’t be the last heartbreaking report of violence in America. But no matter what horrible acts of hostility we may face, know that we’re in it together. Know that those around you are the ones who’ll pick you up when and if you need it.

WE ARE AMERICANS! Compassionate at heart, forthcoming in tragedy.

And this, my friends, is why I’m proud to be an AMERICAN!!!

God Bless!


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Good Friday…

So, what does Good Friday mean to you? Is it just another day, or does it have a much deeper meaning? How will you be spending your Good Friday?
As a Christian, Good Friday is spent remembering the day Jesus died on the cross. He did so to save everyone from their sins, so that if they willingly accepted Christ as their savior, they could have everlasting life in Heaven.
Christians spend Good Friday in mourning over Jesus’ death. Churches display crosses draped with a black or purple cloth in remembrance of the day he was crucified on the cross. Three days after Jesus’ crucifixion, the day of his resurrection, he arose from his grave and ascended to Heaven to be with his father. This day, known by Christians all over the world, is Easter.
While Christians typically spend Good Friday in mourning over Jesus’ death, at the same time, I feel his death should be celebrated. After all, Jesus died on the cross to save us from our sins. That was undoubtedly the most unselfish act the son of God could do for us. At the same time, God himself gave his only son to save us of our sins. This act of love for all of mankind was the purest act of love anyone has ever shown.
So, as you go about your usual Friday routine, set aside a few minutes of your time to reflect on what this day means to you. If you’re a Christian, reach deep into your soul, put yourself in Jesus’ and God’s place and contemplate the suffering and heartache felt as Jesus was nailed on the cross so that you could have everlasting life. If you’re not a Christian, I pray my post has planted the seed needed for Jesus to enter into your heart, so God’s love will nurture your soul, so you too can have everlasting life.
God Bless
-Kat