Last week as I was driving from my office to the gym, I was stopped at a red light downtown. While I was waiting, I noticed two women standing on the sidewalk, waiting to cross the street.
The first was obviously some sort of successful professional woman. She was wearing an expensive suit (I know because you can't buy suits like that for $60 at Kohls...I've looked!) what looked like Jimmy Choo or Manolo shoes (based on my having seen them on tv), and carrying one of those purses that people spend my monthly mortgage payment on. Her hair was pinned up, her make up was perfect, and she was chatting away on her iPhone.
The second looked to be a homeless woman. Her hair was ratty and her face was dirty. She was wearing what looked to be several layers of clothing and towing along some sort of rolling cart. She looked cold and tired.
The two women were from different worlds. I began to wonder why. Theoretically, both women could have ended up in suits, or both women could have ended up in the flannel jacket. Clearly at some point, maybe early on or maybe later, maybe by choice or maybe by chance, one of the women was given an opportunity that the other was not. One of the women got a chance to take a different path, that led to a different life. Who knows why her path was different, but it clearly was.
We need to be thankful for the opporutnities we have been given in our lives. It's easy to forget the opportunities that have come our way. Many of them we worked for, but a lot of them were probably luck of the draw. For example, many of my opportunities were based on the family that I was born into. I hit the lottery on that one. Some people don't.
I guess I have two points. First, be grateful for the opportunites that you have been given. Realize that some people who could have been in your world, just didn't get the same chances as you. Second, the two women on the street will always be different. But that doesn't mean that they have to live in different worlds. Remember that the next time you are walking down the street, standing in an elevator, or even walking around your office.






There were people EVERYWHERE in the streets--they closed down Hayes street through the city for the race. I'm talking tens of thousands of folks. 

There were some people wearing nothing at all. (notice dirty man in botton right corner with the censoring box).
There were crazy floats being pushed all the way across the city. (we had the love boat, dudes in a shopping cart, and a tent on roller skates)





But after today, I am changing my tune. I left work at my normal time today...which isn't super late, but isn't 5:00 either. Prior to daylight savings, it was always dark when I left. Today, however, the sun was shining. It made me feel sort of energized, instead of like it was time to come home, cook dinner, watch some tv and go to bed to do it all over again.
My whole neighborhood apparently had the same idea. There were people everywhere--runners, people walking their dogs, couples pushing their strollers--it was great! It finally felt like the first day of Spring and everyone must have been on the same page.
Cinderellas: St. Mary's, Cornell, and Washington. All three of these teams are double digit seeds. But all three are going to the Sweet 16. my favorite story is about St. Mary's center, Omar Samhan. On Selection Sunday, Omar's mother bought her ticket to the tournament in Houston. What makes this great---Omar's team wouldn't play in Houston unless they made the Sweet 16. He warned his mom that she should probably come out to the first round games, just in case. She refused. Her ticket was booked to Houston. Luckily, now so is St. Mary's.
Buzzer-beaters. The first round there were three buzzer beater shots. First, Northern Iowa scores a three with only 4 seconds left to beat UNLV. Don't you know Kansas wishes that shot didn't fall! Next, Texas gets beat with 1.4 seconds left on the clock when Wake Forest hits the game winner. Finally, Murry State pulled the upset to beat Vanderbilt by one point who hit a 


But, since this is my blog, I'm going to continue Throwback Thursdays. :) The next chapter will be......Summer 2008 in San Francisco. I've blogged previously about
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Anyway, my favorite part of the whole thing is the Cinderella stories. The way the bracket is set up, there are 31 automatic bids to the tournament for teams that win their conference tournaments. That means that even if a team from a nobody-conference that is 0-28 on the year still has a chance once that conference tournament starts. Once they make it into the field of 64 for the NCAA tournament, it's the same story.






That's another reason I love her story. She reminds me so much of my grandmother and great uncles. They, too, were raised during the Great Depression. The effect that experience had on their lives, even some eight decades later, was profound. People of that generation were a different breed and I always love to hear stories about these people.
So the day after discovering this genius invention, I had red dirt music playing (quietly, mind you) in my office all day, and I seriously had a great day! It's like automatic happy music! So, until I end up with my dream job at OSU and move back to Stillwater, the mecca of all good music, Pandora may be what keeps me sane!
Campbells has a program I just learned about from my childhood friend, Teacher Friend, called "
In addition to supporting the FFA, Campbells restores barns, builds greenhouses and 