By Lisa Harris
I recently attended the French Camp Pioneer Day in French Camp, MS. It was a fun time with the BFF where we could piddle around looking for bargains and tour the grounds. I purchased a gourd with the saint’s emblem painted on it. I also purchased a couple of the best doughnuts ever made by anyone! These were made by French Camp students. The doughnut was covered in a caramel glaze and you even got to eat the doughnut hole. The whole appetizer only made you dig shallow into your pockets for fifty cents. That’s a bargain any way you look at it. The main course was a homemade burger, chips, and soda for six bucks. Good food, good friend, good times, and good weather made for a memorable day.
My eldest recently took me out for a belated Mother’s Day dinner. I drove since he has an aversion to using his gasoline. He said he would pay the bill and the tip. I guess in the words of the musical artist Meatloaf, “Two out of three ain’t bad” when it comes to generosity. I was allowed to scan any part of the menu except the steak section. Times are hard apparently, and I did not need to set myself up for disappointment. He let me know up front that I had a fifteen dollar limit to my splurge. I pointed to a selection and he approved stating that it was an acceptable choice. This doesn’t seem to be an issue if I am picking up the tab. It was a pleasant experience and I was grateful to have been asked on this mother/son date. I was a bit concerned though that folks may have thought I was a “cougar” as they say. It wasn’t Mother’s Day anymore, and I was alone with an attractive young man. I should’ve created an embarrassing break up scene, but that would have decreased my chances for a second date I feel certain.
My child was shot recently. Apparently pellet rifles and bb guns are very dangerous and should not be played with unsupervised. There used to be a show on called Kids Say the Darndest Things. I could host a show called Kids Do Some Stupid …. and there goes the censorship of my free speech. To make a long story short, the boy was shot with a 22 caliber pellet rifle on Easter afternoon in the early evening hours. I thought the intended targets were birds and a box. Apparently they thought war games sounded fun. Now air soft pellets bounce off of you. In most cases bb’s will do the same. This is not the case with a 22 caliber pellet rifle. It went through his spleen and lodged at the base of his aorta. God told that pellet to stop because any further this story would have an ending that I would not be writing about. I would probably have quit writing forever. When the Lord gives you a second opportunity to live, you should take it seriously and make your life count. We all have but one life to live as the old soap opera says. Use it to help others, show love and kindness, and spread the Word of God. I believe the Lord has a higher purpose for that boy.
The events in our lives are happy and at times traumatic. You have to take the good and the bad. I don’t want to quote the Lion King, but it’s a circle of life kind of thing. I can’t say why God lets us go through storms, but after a storm you sure appreciate the beauty of a new day. Make this a good one!
By Lisa Harris