A little boy was spending his Saturday morning playing in his sandbox.
You shall not worry, for worry is the most unproductive of all human activities.
You shall not be fearful, for most of the things we fear never come to pass.
Thomas Edison's laboratory was virtually destroyed by fire in December, 1914.
Two men were in a car when they had to stop at a red signal light. The man at the wheel did not say anything.
There was a hummingbird trying to get out of my garage through a closed window. This bird was going berserk trying to get out.
Over the years I have learned what harm can come from gossip or just talking about other people.
I grew up in the fifties with practical parents — a Mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it.
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon in Oklahoma City. My friend and proud father Bobby Lewis was taking his two little boys to play miniature golf.
There is a story of identical twins. One was a hope-filled optimist. “Everything is coming up roses!” he would say. The other twin was a sad and hopeless pessimist.