Journeyman Stories

As I  got home yesterday after a long day at work, Skylar was so excited to see me, and gave me this big hug, in her own way giving me the report of the day. After a while, she just said: “Daddy, I want my phone”. That is how things are. Everything I have is hers. I mean everything! Since she was a few months old, she was at a daycare downtown Toronto. She stayed there for a while even after we moved in the East end of the City. I used to go to pick her up in the evening, and because we had a long trip home, I thought it would be better to go to a nearby food court so that she could eat something before we hit the road ( I think my wife started that tradition). After a while, she got used to our trip to the small Greek restaurant whose owner had become a friend of ours because we went there almost every evening. He even had a “Skylar Menu” which was made of rice, meat balls and a small bottle of chocolate milk, all for just three dollars. Skylar was so used to the sma...

The other day, I went to pick up my three year old daughter Skylar from the daycare and here is what my conversation with her teacher went: Teacher : Do you guys go to church?                                                 Me:   Yes                                                               Teacher:  A Christian church?    Me : Yes…. Why?    Teacher :  Skylar has been singing: “Yes Jesus loves me" since ...

As I was about to say goodbye to my friend on the phone, she asked me a question to which I responded: “I have learned to never say never ever again”. I don’t know if that makes sense to you, but for me it does. After a number of months trying my best to get out of a situation I was in, I finally gave up fighting. I was exhausted. It was like being in quick sand. The more you fight, the more you sink. As I was sharing the whole situation with Paul my friend, I simply told him: I have to stop the insanity. As Einstein said,  " Insanity  is doing the same thing over and over again and   expecting different results ."   Thank God that, over the years, I have learned (most of the time, the hard way) to rely on a High Power. I had to let go and let God. Boy did He deliver! The whole situation reminded me of a poem I read a number of years ago. It reads like this: Broken Dreams   As children bring their broken toys With tears for us to mend...