From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

When you drop the ball

January 3, 2012

This is the time of the year when football fanatics are in the prime of their life. Bowl games have been on almost every channel and most are watching two at a time while putting a couple more on their DVR.

There seems to be one thing that happens during the course of a game that really gets to me. That's when a quarterback throws a perfect pass to his receiver -- only to watch him drop the ball. Or to see a defensive back who breaks on a pass and has a pick six, but fails to catch the ball and misses an opportunity to score a touchdown for his team.

When the University of Houston beat Penn State -- former Pearland All-State defensive back Nick Saenz had two interceptions at key times to help the Cougars to a 30-14 win in the Ticket City Bowl at the Cotton Bowl in Dallas. Way to go Nick!

The reason I mention this is because we are all going to drop the ball in 2012. I'm talking about making mistakes. Doing the wrong thing, usually with the best of motives. And it happens with remarkable regularity.

What really bothers me is when someone points out our failures, but then expect you to be more forgiving when they fail. Ever met anyone like that? I can assure you I have!

In a book entitled: The Incomplete Book of Failures by Stephen Pile -- the author shares such things as: the least successful weather report, the worst computer, the slowest selling book, the worst aircraft, the ugliest building ever constructed, and some of the worst statements...proven wrong in time. Some of those statements were:

"Far too noisy, my dear Mozart. Far too many notes" ~ The Emperor Ferdinand after the first performance of The Marriage of Figaro.

"If Beethoven's Seventh Symphony is not by some means abridged, it will soon fall into disuse." ~ Philip Hale, Boston music critic, 1837.

"We don't like their sound. Groups of guitars are on their way out." ~ Decca Recording Company when turning down the Beatles in 1962.

"You will never amount to very much." ~ A Munich schoolmaster to Albert Einstein, age 10.

The truth is -- all of us will blow it in 2012. Instead of being the designated critic -- be the one who helps pull someone up when they fall. We must take the risk to make mistakes. We must have the courage to start again. It is better to get up when knocked down! Some anonymous writer penned these words:

To stand up than to stay down!
To keep on than to give up!
To hold on than to drop out!
To move on than to roll over!
No one is beaten until he quits,
No one is through till he stops.
No matter how hard failure hits,
No matter how often he drops,
A fellow is not down till he lies
In the dust and refuses to rise.
Fate may bang him around
And batter him till he is sore,
But it is never said that he's down
While he bobs up for more.
A fellow is not dead till he dies,
Nor done till he no longer tries.

So then - whenever one of us blows it and we can't hide it...how about a little support from those who haven't been caught yet?

Opps - correction. How about a lot of support?

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Making a difference in 2012

December 26, 2011

The older we get the faster time goes by -- or so it seems. In our childhood days, we thought Friday would never get here. Now -- every time we turn around -- it is Friday.

Seems just like yesterday that we were celebrating the 2010 state championship by the Pearland Oilers. Now we are just a few days from crossing over into 2012.

New Year's resolutions are always the topic of conversation at this time. We make them - we break them. Promises are made, but are not always kept. Not because we are dishonest, but because we are human.

I don't really have a list of resolutions entering 2012. In fact -- there is only one resolution or promise, if you will, that I am going to do my best to see become a reality.

Texting, E-mailing, tweeting, etc. has been a major form of communication in today's world. Year after year we seem to be living in a world of avoidance. The less we have personal contact with someone -- the better.

Occasionally I share with my kids what it was like growing up when I was their age. I remember my parents telling me about the great depression, walking two miles in the snow to school (when they lived in Arizona), five cent cup of coffee, etc. And, like my kids, I just rolled my eyes.

The other day, I was explaining to some young kids that when I grew up, cars didn’t have seatbelts, power steering or air-conditioning. Our first vehicle with automatic shift was a big deal. When we did get a television, it was black and white. We received only three channels, and those broadcast only a portion of the day. Instead of texting, we were talking. The longer I spoke to these kids about the things I’ve seen, the more amazed they were that I survived such primitive conditions.

I am truly amazed at the world of texting. Some of these kids text faster than a speeding bullet. They can send a dozen text messages out before I can thump out one text.

The text messages I receive often come in text language, a shorthand used for messaging. Many of these abbreviations have become common knowledge like BFF, “Best Friend Forever” or FYI, “For Your Information.”

Did you know text language has also been adopted by business people? AFK stands for “Away From Keyboard” and BIL stands for “Boss Is Listening.” Soon, we will reach the point where a young man will propose to his future wife by texting, “WILUMryME?”

As the Baby Boomers move into retirement age, a new phenomenon is emerging. These budding senior adults have picked up on the new technology and developed some of their own text messaging shorthand. A young person’s texted “LOL” means “Laughing Out Loud.” But for a senior adult, the same letters mean “Living on Lipitor” and FYI means “Found Your Insulin.”

A young person would use “M8” to mean “mate,” but for a senior adult, it stands for “Metamucil at Eight.” “GTG,” a popular way to end a text message, means “Got To Go.” For a senior adult, however, it means “Going to Gastrologist.” “TTYL” normally means “Talk To You Later,” but to a senior adult, it translates as “Talk To You Louder.” In text language, A3 means “Anytime, Anyplace, Anywhere” but for a senior adult, it signifies “Arthritis, Angina, Ailments.” Of course, “BTW” stands for “By The Way,” but now it can also mean “Bring The Wheelchair.”

It saddens me that in this day of text messaging, e-mail and Facebook, we have forgotten the art of touch. Being touched is one of our most basic needs.

My youngest daughter had a tough time last week. I didn't text her to let her know I cared. I put my arms around her to let her know that she was being loved and protected.

As 2012 approaches -- I am going to do my best to let someone know that I care. That I am there to be of help to them.

I remember a year ago sitting at Big Humphrey's eating a hamburger. There were two little ladies [about the age of my mom] eating together. I didn't know them, but when my waitress came to take my order, I asked her to give me their ticket to let me me pay for their meal.

When they got up to leave and pay out -- the cashier told them their meal was taken care of. Like my mom -- they insisted on knowing who paid. Once they found out -- they approached my table and thanked me. I learned they were sisters and widows. They lived next door to each other and one of their husbands was a former Pearland city council member. We had a great time laughing together. What a wonderful time for such a reasonable price.

A few weeks ago, I saw former school board member Glen Moreau and his wife at Busy Bee after a game. When I approached the cashier to pay for my meal, she said it had been taken care of. While I was very thankful, I looked at the cashier and told her that since my meal didn't cost anything [courtesy of Glen], then I would pay the ticket for the one person still left in the cafe.

I didn't know him, but Glen set the example to pass it on. Just like he was a positive influence when he served Pearland as a school board member.

As 2012 approaches -- make up your mind that you will be a positive influence in the lives of others. Won't you join me? And that my friends is more than FYI. It’s AMOF (A Matter Of Fact).

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Another Christmas is upon us

December 21, 2011

It always seems that the Christmas season makes people nicer than at other times of the year. Somehow I wish that people could make Christmas last 365 days a year, but unfortunately, that doesn't happen does it?

You walk down the isle of the store and people smile. You stop at a stop sign and the other driver motions for you to go first. You get ready to enter a store and someone holds the door open a little longer. The store clerks seem a little friendlier and there is just a good feeling in the air no matter where you go.

Unfortunately, we somehow lose the Christmas spirit -- let's see??? Usually the day after when people go back to the stores to return certain presents that didn't fit or they didn't like...and then you know what happens. Or -- when the stores have those ridiculous after Christmas sales that cause people to fight and scratch for items on tables that are priced almost free.

I know that the older I get, the less importance receiving gifts has become to me. Ever since I was a little boy, I always found it much more exciting to give. I still remember shopping for my parents and little brother for Christmas. I couldn't wait to see their face when they opened my treasure -- keeping in mind that all three presents cost around $5.00 total. (See how old that makes me?)

One year, I bought my dad a package of handkerchiefs that had an embroidered letter on them. I asked the lady if they had some with the letter 'D' and she said they were out of them. I asked for the letter 'J' for John, but they didn't have that letter either. Finally, I settle for the letter 'F' and took them home to wrap and put under the tree.

On Christmas morning, I couldn't wait for my dad to open up my gift. When he did, he smiled and thanked me for the handkerchiefs. He couldn't resist asking, "David, what does the 'F' stand for?" Without blinking an eye I said, "Well, Father, of course."

My dad never did use those handkerchiefs. They always stayed on his dresser. I heard him share the story of my gift with others at church and as I grew older, I realized that the reason he never used them was they were a precious reminder of a simple gift from his son and he didn't want them to be tainted in any way. He told me that just a few months before he died.

Somehow, while he suffered with Alzheimer's, that simple little present found its way through the cobwebs of his mind to surface after over 50 years that brought a smile to his face as a reminder that his son loved him very much.

My mother, who has kept everything I ever made or gave her, reminded me a few weeks ago of one of the presents that I gave her -- a pin cushion that looks like an apple. And yes -- she still has it.

Some presents don't cost money, but they are perhaps more valuable than any gift that money can buy.

One such gift is forgiveness.

There was once a man and woman who had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. The little old woman had a shoebox in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about. For all these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick, and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside. She agreed that it was time he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted doilies and a stack of money totaling $25,000. He asked her about the contents.

"When we were to be married," she said. "My grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doily."

The little old man was so moved he had to fight back his tears. Only two precious doilies were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years living and loving. He said, "But what about all of this money? How did you manage to save all this money?"

"Oh," she said. "That's the money I made from selling the doilies."

So what are you going to do when you get angry or upset? You could forgive or make doilies. Both are beneficial.

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

A Thanksgiving to remember

November 22, 2011

All of us recall different events that have touched our lives in ways that we have never forgotten. This time of the year especially rekindles some special moments in my life that will always rise to the forefront of my memory.

Several years ago, we were living in Nicoma Park, Oklahoma - which is just outside of OKC. It was just a few weeks before Thanksgiving and I was in my office when the phone rang. I was traveling a lot and working with the D.A.R.E. program to reach young lives. But on this day, a need came to my attention on a local basis.

My secretary let me know there was a young lady on the phone who was calling for some help. When I answered the phone, the young lady let me know that she needed groceries and she was at a pay phone next to the local grocery store. She wanted to know if my organization would help her get food for her kids. If not - she was going to steal food at the store, but wanted to call before she committed a crime.

I knew the owner of the grocery store and told her that she didn't have to worry -- we would help her. I called a retired couple in our community who loved to help others. They met this young lady at the store, bought plenty of food, and took her home to some low income housing apartments.

A few weeks later, as Thanksgiving was just a few days away, this couple paid a visit to the apartments. As they were visiting, they asked one family, "Are you going to have a good Thanksgiving?" But the reply was sobering as the man said, "If we don't have money to buy a turkey today, we certainly won't have any money to buy one for Thursday."

The loving couple called me and said, "What are we going to do?"

I called the owner of a local restaurant and told him that we had around 70 people in a small low income apartment complex that needed to have Thanksgiving dinner. He agreed to prepare a great meal at a very reasonable cost and I agreed to pay.

On that Thanksgiving -- we hosted a wonderful Thanksgiving meal. My family, along with my parents and mother-in-law, agreed to join these men, women, and children for a Thanksgiving celebration. The people wore their best clothes and arrived with plenty of smiles and hugs.

On that special day, we had a feast that we have never forgotten. Those people weren't rich financially, but they were wealthy with gratitude and love. While they didn't have much -- they knew how to appreciate the necessities of life.

We sang some gospel hymns -- shared how God had blessed our lives -- and we ate, and ate, and ate some more. There were sounds of joy and laughter from all -- especially the little children.

But there was one man who came up to me after we were finished. He had a plaid coat on with a striped tie, but no one cared what the fashion police thought.

He said, "I just wanted to tell you thank you. We wouldn't have had any food on Thanksgiving. This is the best day of our lives."

As I fought back the tears....OK -- I cried. I hugged him, his wife, and his two small children and told him it was the best day of my life, too! And it was! It marked a day in my life that I have never forgotten.

We lived there another Thanksgiving and we hosted another feast. Instead of being at home with a small family -- we enlarged our boundaries and found some people who discovered that someone loved them. And they loved us back!

It is my prayer that this Thanksgiving will be a monumental time in your lives. We all have much to be grateful. Join me in giving thanks this year. Happy Thanksgiving!

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

He died there of oxygen deficiency

November 9, 2011

We love it when we hear those stories in the news about ordinary people who come upon someone in danger and risk their own lives to save them.

Perhaps you saw the news story of a man who had an accident and his car turned upside down and then caught on fire. A group of people gathered around the car and, together, lifted it up on one side while someone pulled the man to safety.

Moments later, a small explosion engulfed the car in flames where the man would have surely died.    

And then there's the kind of story that came from Mount Everest. A British mountaineer became desperate for oxygen on his descent from that peak that is really a legendary mountain. Ultimately, he collapsed along a well-traveled route to the summit. He was dying. And more than forty climbers are thought to have seen him as he lay dying, and they passed him by. He died there of oxygen deficiency. He did not have to die.

Why is it so difficult to get involved in the lives of everyday people? It doesn't matter whether it is at the store, at school, or at the work place. If we would just look around you will see people in need.

Look around your personal world: co-workers, family members, fellow students or teammates, fellow club members, your friends, your neighbors.

Last year -- I made a commitment that I would seek to be more sensitive toward others. Have I always done so...probably not. I, like you, get in one of those brain freeze days where I only care for my own needs.

But there have been those moments that brought a real sense of joy.

A few days ago, I got a letter from All-State after I had registered a minor complaint. Believe it or not -- they wanted me to be a satisfied customer - so they sent me a letter with two Shell gift cards for $15 each.

I had one of the cards in my pocket with other credit cards when I was checking out at Walmart. The lady that was helping me is someone I have seen quite frequently when shopping there.

As I reached in my pocket to pay with a debit card -- I pulled out this Shell gift card as well. I looked at it -- looked at her -- and said, "Here, put some gas in your car on me."

You should have seen her face. It brightened up and she really didn't know what to say. But the expression on her face and the tears that welled up in her eyes was all that I needed to see.

After all -- the card was given free to me so I decided to pass it along. It became worth a lot more than the $15 it had on the card.

I'm going to make a more concentrated effort to care more in 2012. See -- I'm already thinking about my new year's resolutions. But since it is so close to Thanksgiving -- I'm sure we can all be thankful for something in life...like those people who care about each of us.

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Life isn't a dress rehearsal

November 1, 2011

I love to listen to jazz music. Not the traditional New Orleans jazz, but the new age, contemporary smooth jazz that has a modern fusion of many kinds of sounds and instruments. Some traditional and some modern sounds that will uplift you during the day.

I recently bought three CD's by Mars Lasar and Paul Hardcastle and they present some amazing sounds of beauty and total ambiance for relaxation.

One of the songs that Hardcastle presents is entitled, "Life isn't a dress rehearsal."

He reminds us through his music that life is real and you can't afford to treat life lightly. Life is short and it is quickly passing us by.

I was recently thinking about my time in south India where I have been a dozen times. I have walked along the sand on the bank of the Indian Ocean. It is one of the most beautiful spectacles you will ever see.

It was almost dark, and I was walking along the edge of the water, playing a little game of dodge-em with the waves. As I looked back, I noticed the long trail of footprints I'd left behind me.

I said, "Hey, I'm making a mark." Well, I had a distant jetty in my eyesight; that was going to be my goal. So, I walked that far, turned around and came back. I looked for that bold trail of footprints in the sand. Of course, there were no footprints. They were gone. I thought about that Hollywood theatre where celebrities put their footprints in cement instead of sand. Maybe that's what I should try if I want my mark to last.

So many of our efforts are poured into, well, things that are like prints in the sand. A man or woman rises to a top position in their company, and everyone's looking to them, and they've got power, and they've got influence, and they've got importance. And then they retire or they're replaced. You know what - it's amazing how quickly that hole closes up. It takes about one day to change the name on the door. And the waves come in and wipe out all the years of footprints.

Or an athlete breaks a record, only to leave someone else's wave to come in and wipe it out. Awards, titles, victories, great speeches, recognition, things we work so hard, sacrifice so much for. But those things come and they go. The marks that last are not your achievements, but the people you touch.

Your children - they're wet cement. Don't be so busy making your mark at work that you don't give them your full attention. The people you teach, the people you manage, they are wet cement. You're marking them with your influence.

Put your prints in cement, where they'll last, not in sand where they will disappear.

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

I won't let go!

October 25, 2011

The events of September 11, 2001, changed a lot of things, including our definition of the word "hero." Because we saw what real heroes look like - those police and firefighters we'll never forget. The ones who went into those burning towers, knowing they might not come out alive.

The people who risk their lives to save others are. By that definition, the rescue swimmers of the United States Coast Guard more than qualify. We saw them in action after Hurricane Katrina submerged much of New Orleans. They were the men dangling from those helicopters, scooping desperate people off rooftops. That was easy compared to some of their rescues, like plunging from a hovering chopper into an angry sea to save a life.

A recent movie told the story of these heroes and portrayed how they lived out their motto, "So others may live." The seasoned veteran who is training a class of rookies shows them the depth of a rescuer's life-saving commitment. It's all about grabbing the hand of that person who's about to die and making a promise: "I won't let go." And they don't.

Those four words touch a nerve in my heart and maybe yours: "I won't let go." That's what we want - someone that really will never let us go, no matter what. But our lives are littered with so many who shouldn't have let go, but they did.

Maybe your parents didn't hold on like you needed them to. Friends we thought would always be there aren't anymore, a boyfriend, a girlfriend, your family. It's seems as if no one is able to always be there to hold on when we're going down. People change. People leave. People are human. People die.

My youngest daughter is caught in that "tweener" time of life. Graduated from high school, friends gone to college or moved away, time to get out in the real world, and finding out that not everyone is genuine or caring.

As a parent - I have had some intimate conversations with her - letting her know "I won't let go."

I'm not referring to keeping her locked in the house. I just want her to know that when it seems that she is alone in the world -- there is still one who loves her and will always be there for her.

I told her the other day that "a real friend is someone who walks into her life when the rest of the world has walked out."

I remember someone telling me over 50 years ago that if I could count five good friends in my life -- then I was a very rich person.

There are those who come into our lives -- maybe even late in life -- that provide us love and support that we had never known was possible. It is those people that we must pledge "I will never let go."

Yes - heroes may rise up when tragedy strikes. But most of us won't meet many of them under those circumstances.

However - there are those that we meet on that rare and unexpected occasion that will bring much happiness and joy to our lives...and they become someone who says, "I will never let go."

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Delete is just a button away

October 18, 2011

Many years ago, when a family was having major issues, we labeled them as a dysfunctional family.

I now believe I have a technological dysfunctional family.

Here's what I mean. I am considered the chef of the family. I basically cook dinner most evenings except on game nights -- which is Tuesday and Friday. On Tuesday, we usually have the five hamburger special from Sonic for less than $10 which is convenient since it is not too far from the house. On Friday -- we have what is served at The Rig in the press box which is usually better than I can cook considering we will be having OUTBACK this week for the Pearland homecoming meal.

Back to the technical dysfunction.

When I cook dinner and it is time to eat -- there is no need in going to the bottom of the stairs because my children will be in their rooms with the doors shut. So -- that means I need to go to my easy chair, get out my phone, and send a mass text message to the Master bedroom, and to the two children (ages 22 and 20) upstairs to announce that dinner is served. Come and get it while it is hot! Would you leave home at that age knowing you would always have a hot meal?

That message allows me to go get my plate of deliciously prepared food (even if I say so myself) -- return to the easy chair to watch my favorite TV programs.

So many times, the latest technology becomes a great blessing and a great curse. For example, are cell phones a blessing or a curse? Yes. It's great that I can reach anyone or they can reach me basically anytime or anywhere. And it's terrible that people can reach me anytime, anywhere.

How about e-mail? Fast, efficient communication from wherever you are to wherever they are. But then there's "spam" - the e-mail equivalent of junk mail. You can wake up to dozens of new e-mails, including a bunch you really don't want. But there's this button on your computer that really comes in handy. It just says "delete."

If you don't like what you're getting, delete. If you don't want to keep something, delete. If you wrote something you decide you don't want to send, delete. One key stroke and what you don't want is gone.

Unfortunately, we live in a "delete" world. Here's the problem. Because we live in a world where it's so easy to delete, we may start thinking we can delete things that, in fact, are not going to go away.

Like the consequences of our actions for example. The payback for the things we've done wrong. The ugly things we've said on the phone or sent via E-mail or text. There are some things you just can't delete. Delay, maybe. Delete, never.

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

The weight room of life

October 11, 2011

When I was playing football in college, there was one thing I didn't like and that was having to spend the off-season lifting weights. I spent four years as a college quarterback trying to convince my coaches that it wasn't necessary to lift weights to throw a 14-15 oz. football.

They weren't amused.

They did help me understand that I needed to gain muscle weight and strength so I could endure some of the lethal hits that some defensive linemen on the other team were frothing at the mouth to lay on me.

Coaches know that serious athletes serve their time in the weight room, concentrating on becoming stronger. They're not there because it's fun, it's not. But because it's important to winning the battle.

One measure of your growing strength is what the lifters call the bench press. That's not lifting a bench of course, but it's how much you can lift over your head as you lie on a weight bench. I've worked with a lot of football players while in college and I never met one who's content to keeping the amount they can lift where it is.

They're always adding a little more weight to that bar. So, if your bench press is 170 pounds, you want to go to 180... 190. If you've been lifting 200, you work to get it to 210... 220. Always pressing more.

I have a picture on my office wall of a former Pearland football player that went the extreme in lifting weights.

Brandon Lee-Faulk set a world bench record at 600.7 lbs. for his weight class in December of 2003 at the Riviera Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas at the World Bench Press and Deadlift Championships.

As I was thinking of weightlifting this week -- I most of us are not currently lifting weights for exercise. The only weights most of us are involved in is lifting a heavy fork to our mouth to eat.

However, it is important for us to build faith muscles to make it through life.

When we face difficulties or obstacles (weights) in life -- then we should develop greater faith when additional difficulties or obstacles are placed in front of our path in life. That is called building faith muscles.

When facing one of life's difficulties and we pass the test and come out victorious, then we are getting stronger when a more difficult test approaches us.

I recall when Pearland head coach Tony Heath first came to Pearland, he said to me, "David, I just want these kids to learn how to win."

He inherited a team with a 16-game losing streak. Now, 15 years later, the Oilers have built their faith muscles and captured a state championship. Now when Pearlanders attend a game - their faith, too, has been strengthened as they expect to win every time the Oilers take the field.

So it is in life. Every  challenge that you face is meant to help you build faith muscles to strengthen you when you face an even more difficult circumstance. Just remember that God's your spotter. He won't allow you to have more weight than you can handle right now. That's His promise! Happy lifting!

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

The beautiful truth about life's ugliest words

October 4, 2011

At the start of the 2011 football season, Friendswood quarterback Hayden Gardner tore his anterior cruciate ligament - an injury dreaded by anyone in sports - in the first series of the first game.

I remember hearing head coach Steve Van Meter say to me, "This doesn't seem fair. No one really knows how hard that kid has worked to prepare for this season."

While the injury can be rehabilitated, it is hoped that he hasn't received additional words such as: "You'll never play football again."

Words have a way of dictating the way we respond to life's challenges. There are some who say you can never do anything with your life and some people will believe those words and become failures in life.

Others respond just the opposite. When told they can't do something -- they set sail to prove their critics and doubters wrong.

There are a lot of ugly words in life: cancer, divorce, fired, unemployed, broke, rejected, guilty, bankrupt, incurable, and a lot of words that sound like a death sentence at the time. But there is an amazing truth that more than balances the other side of the scale in life.

For the past several months, Janie Smith, who owns Janie's Photography in Friendswood, got the dreaded news that she had cancer. A spot had been found on her upper lung.

She accepted the big C and set her mind and will to not let it get her. She endured the treatments and the sickness that goes along with the treatments.

She also kept working and was the one who took all the pictures of the players for the football media guides for Friendswood, Pearland, Dawson, and Elkins high schools.

A couple of weeks ago -- she called me with excitement in her voice. She could hardly contain herself as she blurted out, "Dave, I am cancer free! Just got the call today."

I knew how many people had been praying for her and I couldn't wait to make some calls to share the great news that her faith had been honored.

Well, amazing faith is all about authority and what authority will decide the outcome in your situation. Amazing faith will decide the outcome and nothing else! The disease won't decide it, the boss won't decide it, the economy won't decide it, your enemies won't decide it, the odds won't decide it!

Great faith can trigger miraculous outcomes, even when you're living one of life's ugliest words. And great faith - is faith that lives! And there is One who decides the final outcome.

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

It is that time of the year again

September 13, 2011

It is hard to believe that I am fast approaching another birthday on September 16 -- but it certainly beats the alternative that almost got me on March 4, 2006 when I dodged a bullet after getting Bacterial Meningitis.

So I'll accept the getting older part of life -- but I don't have to like it!

Over the past several years -- I have tried to update my list on "How to know you are getting older."

So -- I have some more tidbits regarding getting older that you might find amusing. Just casual observations for those who hate getting old.

    1. I finally got my head together (though that's debatable), now my body is falling apart.
    2. All reports are in. Life is officially unfair.
    3. I started with nothing and I still have most of it.
    4. If all is lost -- where is it?
    5. It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser.
    6. If at first you do succeed - try not to look astonished.
    7. The first rule of holes: If you are in one - stop digging.
    8. I tried to get a life once, but they told me they were out of stock.
    9. I went to school to become a wit, but I only got halfway.
    10. It was so different before everything changed.
    11. I wish the buck stopped here. I could use a few.
    12. It's not the pact of life that concerns me, it's the sudden stop at the end.
    13. It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.
    14. If God wanted me to touch my toes, He would have put them on my knees.
    15. Never knock on death's door - ring the bell and run (he hates that!).
    16. Lead me not into temptation (I can find the way myself).
    17. When you are finally holding all the cards, why does everyone else decide to play chess?
    18. If you are living on the edge, make sure you're wearing your seatbelt.
    19. There are two kinds of pedestrians. The quick and the dead.
    20. A closed mouth gathers no feet.

And don't forget to exercise

I have listened to those who are believers about exercise and diets. Have you ever noticed the first three letters of the word "diet?" DIE

A reader sent me the following that I thought you might enjoy.

    Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life - is this true?
    A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... don't waste them on exercise.
    Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?
    A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good!
    Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?
    A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!! ..... Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?
    Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?
    A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.
    Q: Is swimming good for your figure?
    A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.
    Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?
    A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!

Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.

And remember: 'Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - donut in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO HOO, What a Ride'!

AND.....For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.

1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
5. The Germans drink a lot of beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

CONCLUSION - Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

It is important to believe

September 7, 2011

Over the past three seasons for Pearland in particular -- there have been signs made available during the playoffs that read: WE BELIEVE!

Those two words have been synonymous with the success that the Oilers have experienced and particularly were never truer than when Pearland captured the Class 5A Division I State Championship in 2010.

One of the players that epitomized those two words was quarterback Trey Anderson who was one of the key players in Pearland's state title run.

Anderson was the starter his junior season when the Oilers lost to North Shore in the opening round of the playoffs to finish 8-3. That season, Anderson threw 14 interceptions and didn't really demonstrate a lot of fortitude and fire. In fact -- he was more ho hum than showing true leadership with a zeal to win.

I must admit that when the 2010 season was getting ready to start, I cornered coach Tony Heath and asked if he had any other quarterback prospects? He said he was going to stick with Anderson who had shown marked improvement during spring practice and 7-on-7 in the summer.

While I was skeptical -- I was willing to watch to see if there were any changes from the previous year.

After covering the Oilers for 14 seasons, I must admit that Anderson was probably the most improved player I have ever seen. I am talking 180 degree turn. Which is why that the calm and ice-in-his-veins approach was exactly what the Oilers needed and why we saw the field general come through time and time again with clutch performances during the entire 2010 season.

Last year -- there was one young man on that field that had a quiet belief that he had the talent and skill to pull off the impossible. And he did just that!

Not heavily recruited -- Anderson signed a letter-of-intent to go to Tyler Junior College with aspirations of making it to a Division I school.

He had an inward belief that he could make it to the next level.

A few weeks ago - the field general agreed to go to the University of Pittsburgh as a preferred walk-on, who could earn a scholarship with the Panthers.

Former Southlake Carroll head coach Todd Dodge, who won four state titles, and is the QB coach at Pitt called Anderson to give him the invitation. Former Rice coach, Todd Graham, who is from Mesquite and is the Pitt head coach also urged Anderson to give the Panthers strong consideration.

One of Pitt's most notable signal-callers in the past was Miami Dolphins quarterback Dan Marino who is the NFL Hall of Fame.

Anderson holds the PHS single-season passing mark (2,898 yards), career passing yards (4,654), touchdowns in a single-season (24), and touchdowns in a career (41) with a few others marked to his credit.

Word came last week that Anderson's faith and belief has now paid off as he was offered a scholarship and is the No. 2 quarterback on the depth chart.

Dodge and Graham also have a strong belief that Anderson can become a big-time quarterback on the big stage of college football.

But there is one more thing that people need to know. Trey Anderson is not only an outstanding athlete, but he is a great young man with high morals and integrity. He knows how to respect those in authority and always answers "yes sir" and "no sir." He's not a hot-head, but a true gentleman that others respect.

I am really excited for Trey and his family. I will be one of the first to watch on television when Pitt is on the air. May God bless him and protect him as he continues his journey in the classroom and on the field.

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Re-think your retirement options

August 10, 2011

Some of my fellow high school classmates read my column on the internet and occasionally send me something of humor. The following was sent by Camellia regarding thoughts about retirement options. I thought it was hilarious -- maybe you will get a kick out of it too!

Instead of going to a nursing home in the future, the other option is to check into a Holiday Inn!

The average cost for nursing home care is $188.00 per day. But there is a better way when you get old.

For a combined long term stay discount and senior discount -- the Holiday Inn is only $59.23 per night.

Now think of the perks. Breakfast is included and some have happy hours in the afternoon. That leaves $128.77 a day for lunch and dinner in any restaurant you might want -- or room service, gratuities, and special TV movies.

Plus - they have a spa, swimming pool, a workout room, a lounge, and washer/dryer, etc.

Most have free toothpaste and razors, and all have free shampoo and soap.

Give the housekeeping crew a daily $10 tip and they will scramble to help you and treat you like a guest and not a patient.

There's a city bus stop out front and seniors ride free. The handicap bus will also pick you up (if you fake a decent limp).

If you want to meet some really nice people -- call a church buss on Sundays.

For a change of scenery, take the airport shuttle bus and eat at one of the nice restaurants there. While you're at the airport -- fly somewhere. Otherwise, the cash keeps building up. It takes months to get into a decent nursing home. Holiday Inn will take your reservation today!

Want to see Hawaii? They have Holiday Inn's there too!

TV broken? Light bulbs need changing? Need a matress replaced? No problem. They fix everything and apologize for the inconvenience.

The Inn has a night security person and daily room service. The maid checks to see if you are OK. If not, they'll call an ambulance -- or the undertaker.

If you fall and break a hip -- Medicare will pay for the hip, and Holiday Inn will upgrade you to a suite for the rest of your life.

And no worries about visits from family. They will always be glad to find you, and probably check in for a few days mini-vacation.

The grandkids can use the pool. What more could you ask for?

I thought this was a very good idea - what do you think?

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

2011 Football media guide ads now being accepted

August 3, 2011

The 2011 high school football season is just around the corner for Friendswood, Pearland, and Dawson High Schools.

It is also time for area businesses to plan on placing an ad in the football publications. Since I produce the media guides for Dawson, Friendswood, and Pearland, there is still space available in these full-color publications for the 2011 football season.

Each school manages 100 percent of the money and they can account for every dime spent in these ventures. Plus - each school has a first-class media guide to present to their fans and visiting teams.
vIf you are interested in placing an ad in one, two, or all three media guides, please give me a call and I will give you the details of what you need to do.

Both communities need to realize that they can support their individual teams while knowing that all of the money stays at home. Every check is made out to the right organizations of each school and they control all finances without any funny business.

I can be reached at 713-449-7474 or you can Fax (281-997-0060) or E-mail me at drdaviddavis@yahoo.com to let me know of your interest.

Pearland Oilers state championship book available

A new book entitled - "A Season to Remember" - is now available documenting the 2010 Pearland Oilers state championship season with over 350 pictures.

The book can be found at the following locations: Pearland Chamber of Commerce; Pearland Reporter News; Pearland High School; Ed Thompson Insurance; The Great Frame-Up (Kroger Shopping Center in Silverlake); Wells Fargo Bank (Silverlake); Heritage Bank (Pearland Pkwy); Floyd's and Cajun Seafood Restaurant. Limited copies available!

Season football tickets are now on sale

You can go to www.reporternewssports.com and find information on the season ticket sales for Friendswood, Pearland, and Dawson. Make plans to get out this season support these outstanding football teams.

Also - volleyball will be kicking off next week and these three schools have outstanding programs that deserve your support!

COVER IT LIVE!

We will once again have COVER IT LIVE this football season. If you are unable to go to support your favorite football team -- we will have coverage each week of one or two local teams on the internet. You can log in and follow the play-by-play action while also being able to ask questions or throw in your own two cents worth! This has been a great success in the past and we are looking for another terrific football season.

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

And you thought you heard it all

July 19, 2011

No one disputes that this is one of the hottest and driest summers we have had in recent memory. It is that way all across the country.

One knows it for a fact when they get their electric bill. I have taken the advice of someone who suggested to buy some of those small $15 fans at Walmart and position them around the rooms that you stay in the most.

I can tell you that I have a small fan aimed at my lounge chair and it sure is comfortable while drinking a big glass of sweet tea!

There is no doubt that if you go out to work in your yard -- you are going to come back in your home sweating like a stuck pig!

Fortunately -- there are some of my former classmates who have a sense of humor regarding the heat in Oklahoma. I received some E-mails letting me know what it is like in my home state.

A buddy out of McAlester said he'd killed a mosquito that was carrying a canteen
A friend in Lawton said the chicken farmers were giving the chickens crushed ice to keep them from laying hard-boiled eggs.
A friend in Ada, which is my college town, said they caught a 20 lb catfish that had ticks on it!
This week, in Okmulgee, a fire hydrant was seen bribing a dog.
They say it's so dry in Oklahoma that the Baptists are starting to baptize by sprinkling.
The Methodists are using wet-wipes.
The Presbyterians are giving out rain-checks.
And the Catholics are praying for the wine to turn back into water.
In Norman, the University of Oklahoma football players are not allowed to sweat.   In Duncan, which is my home town, the city has issued the following: Toilets are to be flushed according to street number, odd numbers on Tuesday and Saturday, even numbers on Wednesday and Sunday.
The Tulsa City Manager is urging families and friends to shower together.
The Oklahoma City Parks and Recreation Department has prohibited toddlers from drinking pool water.
Another friend from Hooker (just south of the Kansas border) has a corn field and he reports that it is so hot that every day he goes out to gather up all the popcorn in his field. He calls it manna from heaven.
It was reported in Altus that birds have to use potholders to pull worms out of the ground.
In the heart of Oklahoma's Amish Country near Inola, townspeople saw an Amish guy buying an air conditioner.
It was so hot in Chickasaw that people saw a chicken lay a fried egg.
And finally, in El Reno, it was so hot a funeral procession pull into a Dairy Queen.

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Life is a series of lessons

July 11, 2011

When school is out and the summer months take over -- people think that coaches and teachers go into neutral and never give one thought about the previous year in the classroom or field of competition.

Actually -- dedicated teachers and coaches spend a lot of time reflecting. Why? Because we can all benefit from a look in the rear view mirror of life -- looking at where we've been as we contemplate where it is we are going.

I recently came across some things that a group of fifth graders wrote down and gave to me after speaking in their school. I thought some of them were priceless, offering insight into a child's world. Here are some examples from their gems of wisdom:

    * I've learned the difference between dog food and meatballs.
    * I've learned that if you eat cheese cake and laugh hard enough, it will come out of your nose.
    * I've learned that even the smartest person is not always right.
    * I've learned that life is not always fair.
    * I've learned not to eat tons of chili and play football.
    * I've learned if you don't feed a bird at least every week, it will die.
    * I've learned that hamsters can eat through a paper bag.

I, too, have reflected on what I have learned so far this year. Some of it is pretty important stuff that you might identify with as well. So, in no particular order, here is a sampling from the stack that has been building on my cluttered desk.

    * I've learned that I should tell people how I feel about them now, not later.
    * I've learned that things that I'm not even aware of are being noticed and remembered.
    * I've learned that being real is a lot better than being legalistic and judgmental.
    * I've learned that you don't have to push, pull or drag someone if you are a true leader.
    * I've learned that days of maintenance far exceed days of magnificence.
    * I've learned that some people aren't going to change, no matter what.
    * I've learned that I seldom feel badly about things that I did not say.
    * I've learned that you can't bully people around in life.
    * I've learned that forgiveness is far better than bitterness.
    * I've learned to stop saying "never" or "always" when it comes to the future.
    * I've learned not to sweat the small stuff. (Actually, I'm still working on this one)
    * I've learned that you can't beat fun and laughter.
    * I've learned to give credit where credit is due.
    * I've learned that if you love others more than yourself, they will love you back.
    * I've learned that there are going to be some people who are bitter and you can't change them -- no matter what you attempt to do.
    * I've learned that there are some people who will never admit they are wrong.
    * I've learned that there are still more lessons for me to learn in life.

Perhaps you might pause and do a little reflecting yourself as we have passed the half way point of 2011. I believe that there are many more lessons to grab hold of that might make us a better person in order to bless others. Would you join me?

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Bet you didn't know

July 5, 2011

According to the calendar -- we are only 51 days from the first high school game kickoff. Time is quickly going by and it is time for local businesses to get into action to support your local teams.

As was in my column last week -- if you want to advertise in the football media guides for Pearland, Dawson, or Friendswood -- I am waiting on you to call me since I am the one who does each of these media guides. You can reach me at 281.997.6800 or 713.449.7474 (Cell) and I'll be happy to send you the information for one, two, or all three schools. The money goes to each school and they handle 100 percent of your advertising dollars.

Pearland and Dawson gave $10,000 each in scholarship money to their student-athletes last year so your money not only shows your support to those who buy a media guide, but your money helps support college educations. Call me today or E-mail and I'll be happy to visit with you.

Dawson has some famous dads

As the 2011 football season approaches us, perhaps you didn't know that Pearland Dawson has some players who have famous dads.

Consider the names of these Dawson players. Safety Pat Coleman, Safety Jerell Crenshaw, Cornerback Jacob Irby, and Haywood Jeffries III

Let's start with one of the most familiar names - Haywood Jeffries III. His dad, Haywood Jeffries II, played receiver for North Carolina State and was a first-round pick of the Houston Oilers where he played 10 seasons.

Pat Coleman's dad played wide receiver for Ole Miss followed by a five-year NFL career with New England and Houston.

Jarell Crenshaw's dad played defensive back at the University of Houston.

Jacob Irby, who is the fourth member of the Dawson defensive backfield has to be satisfied with being the fastest player on the team as his dad played baseball.

These players had six interceptions in a 29-6 win over 2010 Red Bull National 7-on-7 runnerup, Cy-Fair. Dawson won the Houston 7-on-7 tournament and will be headed to Dallas to compete at the national 7-on-7 tournament on July 15-16.

If you have some spare change (green change) -- they are trying to raise $3,000 to help pay for the trip. Give Sherryl Kimble a call at 713-449-7919. Checks can be made payable to Dawson 7-on-7 Football and mailed to Sherryl Kimble at 2806 Foxden, Pearland, Texas 77584; or arrangements will be made to pick up your donation. They need your donations by Friday, July 8, 2011.

One last thought

A couple a weeks ago I spent two columns on pet peeves. Seems like there are others who share my sentiments regarding those who go through the 20-and-under items with more than 20 items.

This is from C. Cook

"Remembered some incidents in the fast lane at the supermarket. One lady unloaded a lot of stuff (in a 10-or-less item lane) and the cashier asked her, which ten items do you want?"

That is hilarious and I wish more cashiers would do the same thing

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

2011 Football media guide ads now being accepted

June 29, 2011

The 2011 high school football season is just around the corner for Friendswood, Pearland, Dawson, and Manvel High Schools.

It is also time for area businesses to plan on placing an ad in the football publications. Since I produce the media guides for Dawson, Friendswood, and Pearland, there is limited space available in these full-color publications for the 2011 football season.

We began designing and producing the Pearland media guide in 2001 and the support of the business community has been tremendous as thousands of dollars have been returned to the Pearland Touchdown Club. The intention from the beginning was to keep the hard-earned dollars of our business community in Pearland instead of seeing an outside vendor come into our community and take out the money.

Pearland's publication also features profiles of the coaches and players with other interesting facts related to the history of Pearland football.

Friendswood High School followed suit two years later and we were able to also produce a media guide with player profiles, full-color pictures of the band, cheerleaders, Wranglerettes, and varsity football team that makes up a first-class publication.

Since Dawson HS came into existence -- their media guide is growing each year as we have produced a full-color program for them.

Each school manages 100 percent of the money and they can account for every dime spent in these ventures. Plus - each school has a first-class media guide to present to their fans and visiting teams.

If you are interested in placing an ad in one, two, or all three media guides, please give me a call and I will give you the details of what you need to do.

It is time that both communities finally realize that they can support their individual teams while knowing that all of the money stays at home. Every check is made out to the right organizations of each school and they control all finances without any funny business.

I can be reached at 713-449-7474 or you can Fax (281-997-0060) or E-mail me at drdaviddavis@yahoo.com to let me know of your interest.

By the way - each program features personal ads from parents in support of their football players, cheerleaders, drill team members, or band members. You can also call to find out the details related to cost and size of each ad. Deadline for business and personal ads is Wednesday, August 17.

There is limited space available and once we have reached our maximum page count, then there will be no more business or personal ads accepted. The sooner - the better!

Beware local businesses

Outside companies solicit financial support for schedule posters with the promise that part of the money goes to the local high school football programs. THIS IS NOT TRUE! None of the money is returned to the area schools. If a business supports these outside vendors -- then all money has been lost. Not one dime has been received in support of local high schools.

That's why that all businesses need to consider supporting these area football media guides so you will know where ALL of your money goes.

Give me a call now to support these student-athletes.

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Pet peeve II

June 21, 2011

It is so refreshing to know that others share some of the pet peeves that I shared in last week's column. I also heard from a few people who shared some of the things that get under their skin and I realized that those same things have bothered me too!

I received the following:

"Don't usually take time to respond to such requests.....but I really feel strongly about
the lack of self-control of people who not only pop bubbles (with their gum) but chew gum when they are on the job. I don't care what you do or where you work, I do not want to see a blue, pink, or green wad half way in or out of your mouth. Not attractive on anyone nor appropriate at ANY job...and the second pet peeve that stirs feelings almost as strong --- Use your directional clicker (signal), please!"

Thanks, I feel better...CA Sweeney

From M. Falco

"When I read your column on pet peeves -- it brought to mind how it bothered me to see people who pick up items at Walmart in one area of the store and then decide, along the way, that they don't want an item and, instead of taking it back where it belongs, they just dump it on another isle. How dumb and/or lazy is that? I don't think Oreo cookies belong near the lawnmowers. Or how about those people who begin checking out at Walmart and start dumping items near the cashier because they changed their mind or they didn't have enough money to pay for everything?"

One local store put a sign at their cash register expressing their pet peeve of people who decide to stay on their phone while checking out. Their sign reads: "When you have concluded your call on your cell phone -- we will be happy to help you!"

You will also find a similar sign at the new Pearland Post Office.

I guess I'll throw out one more pet peeve that I forgot to mention last week, but was reminded by a couple of other readers.

When you get in line at Walmart or your local grocery store -- do you see the sign that says 20 items or less? It is there for a reason. They mean that if you have 20 items or less -- get in that line. If you have more than 20 items -- there are other lanes for you!

I recently had only six items and as I approached the 20 items or less register -- Pa and Maw Kettle were in front of me with a truck load of groceries. They looked at me and then turned around to proceed to check out. Would have been nice if they had allowed me to go before them since I met the item requirement, but that didn't happen.

One of these days - the cashier will actually direct these "can't count the items in my grocery basket" to the right check out lane.

Oops! Remembered one more. Ever get a grocery basket that has a wheel that is lopsided and makes a huge noise while you are pushing it around the store? Thought so!

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Pet peeves of life

June 14, 2011

Do you remember when you were in school and someone (usually girls) would walk in the classroom and take their nails and run them down the blackboard? Gives you chills just thinking about it doesn't it?

I think we all have little things that people do that bother us. Some things may not bother others, but you know that you have your pet peeves.

I was standing in line in the Pearland Post Office waiting to mail a package last week and there were two women being helped by a postal worker that I have known for a long time.

While I was waiting, one of the women was doing something that I haven't heard in a long time -- but it revived some old memories of when someone had done it in the past that totally drove me crazy.

Now this may not serve as an irritant to you -- and you may be one of the few that still does this...but keep in mind that there are those around you that would like to punch your lights out!

When the two ladies finally got their business done and my nerves were almost frazzled...I was happy to learn that the postal worker was also going crazy. It took just a couple of seconds of silence to finally bring us back to a calm.

So what was it?

One of the ladies had some gum in her mouth and she was making that popping sound with the gum. But she was going way overboard with a pop about every two seconds. Some were louder than others.

It reminded me when I was an eight-year-old boy and a friend of mine and I were sitting together in church on the third row. He was chewing gum and my pastor's wife, Mrs. Epton, left her seat, sat down on the pew behind us, reached around with a Kleenex tissue, covered my friend's mouth and said, "Spit it out!" Which he did.

I can guarantee you that he nor I never chewed gum in church again.

It made me want to do the same thing at the post office, but I remained silent thinking this is really a pet peeve with me.

Do you have a pet peeve?

One of the last times I went to a movie theater, someone sitting behind me had a big soft drink that cost a fortune at the concession stand. You can always tell when the cup is empty because the final slurping noise is made with the straw. Which means there is nothing but ice left in the cup.

Once again -- I braced myself as the sound of the lid came off the cup and then the chomping of the ice began. It sounded like this guy had a hollow head. I tried to remain calm until a guy two rows back said, "Hey dude! Enough already with the ice!"

Do you have a pet peeve?

I've been on an airplane when someone pulls out their own bag of Pork Rinds. You know what that sounds like don't you. And there really isn't a quiet way to eat them -- and it can really drive you nuts -- making you want to jump out of the plane!

Do you have a pet peeve?

Or I've been in a waiting room when someone unwraps a piece of peppermint candy and puts it in their mouth.

Peppermint candy is meant to suck on until it evaporates in your mouth. But leave it to some -- and you begin to hear the chomping sound -- with the empty head effect.

Do you have a pet peeve?

If you do -- send me some of yours. Would be interesting to find out other pet peeves that we share together.

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Shadows we run from

June 7, 2011

I remember as a little boy playing little league baseball in my hometown of Duncan, Oklahoma. I didn't live but just a few minutes away from the baseball field as it was just down the street from my house.

It was strange in those early years as I loved to play baseball, but I didn't like my parents to watch me. I told them it made me nervous.

Yet -- when I took the field, I could see my mom and dad hiding behind a light pole. Just as long as I didn't let them know that I saw them made it alright for me to do my best playing in the game.

Don't ask me why -- just a strange quirk of mine as a kid.

After the game - they would leave and walk home. I was always one of the last to leave the field. I just loved to play and would squeeze every drop out of being at the field with my teammates.

I remember one night after they turned out the lights and I began my short walk home alone. I was about 8-years old and as I was walking -- it felt like someone was right behind me. I glanced back and I could see a shadow -- my heart began to pound -- and I took off running.

As I looked back a little - I could still see the shadow and I began to run faster. Approaching close to home - I took one more glance and then bam! I ran into a thick wire holding up an old-time television antennae and it slammed me to the ground.

After I gathered myself, I looked around and no one was there. And then I realized I was running from my own shadow.

Over 50 years have passed since that frightful night and I have come to learn something about that experience. People of all ages run from their shadows of life. While there are many that I could mention -- one comes to the forefront and that is the "Shadow of Unhappiness."

When people are unhappy -- they tend to make others unhappy. Ever notice? People are running from shadows in search of happiness.

A recent poll revealed that 60 percent of those over 40 regarded life as basically without meaning.

George Bernard Shaw called it "a flame that is always burning itself out."

E. V. Cook spoke of it as "a hollow bubble."

William Shakespeare declared it "a walking shadow."

Isaac Watts referred to life as "a long tragedy."

John Masefield described it as "a long headache in a noisy street."

One thing I would suggest and that is when you have those in your life that bring joy and happiness -- meaning and fulfillment -- make sure you cherish them with all of your heart. Life is too short!

When you find purpose and happiness in life -- there won't be a shadow to run from.

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From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Update -- Steroid testing results are in

May 25, 2011

Former Texas State Senator Kyle Janek, R-Houston, authored a new mandatory random steroid testing law for high school athletes which received approval by the Texas House of Representatives and Texas Senate for the 2007-2008 school year which instructed the University Interscholastic League (UIL) to implement the nation's largest high school testing program.

The Senate's original plan was to test at least 22,000 student-athletes -- about 3 percent of the 730,000 of high school student-athletes -- for about $4 million per year.

New Jersey became the first state in the country to start a statewide testing policy for high school athletes. Its initial testing for performance-enhancing drugs among 150 random samples didn't produce a positive result, the New Jersey State Interscholastic Athletic Association reported in 2007.

This past April, 2011, the University Interscholastic League released the results of tests conducted last fall. Out of 2,083 tests at 135 schools, one tested positive for steroids. The most tested sports were football for boys and soccer for girls.

Since 2008, more than 50,000 tests yielded fewer than 30 confirmed findings of steroid use.

Now we have received news that the testing will continue at a cost of $1.5 million over the next two years.

One thing I am in favor of and that is to stop those girls who play tennis, volleyball, and soccer who are trying to bulk up with steroid use.

Does someone need to remind our state legislature that we are in a financial crunch related to Texas education? Do you think that $1.5 million might be invested in teachers?

Pearland head coach Tony Heath brought up the other side of the problems that coaches and parents face and it isn't with steroids, but with drug and alcohol abuse.

"If it (steroid testing) is for all the kids, then I am for it," Heath said. "If it deters use of steroids then I am for anything that will protect and educate our kids. But our biggest problem at the high school level is drug and alcohol and that is something that we need to address as well."

"I wish that the testing would be for all the students and not just those involved in extracurricular activities," Heath suggested. "At least those student-athletes who do test positive know that they will suffer the consequences of being suspended."

After all, you can tell a kid, "just say no" all you want, but he or she would be much more likely to say no if there were real consequences.

Such as - losing the right to play.

I said last year - This legislation is more than a public service announcement, but it could have had a much greater impact if it would move beyond the steroid testing to also include alcohol and drug use. It seems that the bigger problem may be going undetected.

Since 2008, I haven't read of one player dying of steroid use though it may have occured, but I can assure you we have lost a lot of young people to drug and alcohol related deaths -- including drunk driving and overdoses.

You see -- the kids know what is being abused and who are the abusers. Too bad those in the state legislature haven't figured it out.

By the way - State Senator Kyle Janek, R-Houston, who was so committed to this project, left office without fulfilling his full term.

As someone said to me last year -- "It is more of a move to be politically correct than it is to really be alarmed of steroid abuse."

While I would want to save one life from steroid abuse -- it seems that we are going to lose a lot more young lives state-wide because we are putting our head in the sand as it is related to the real problem of drug and alcohol abuse. If you don't believe it -- just ask the kids!

E-mail: drdaviddavis@yahoo.com, www.reporternewssports.com

From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Knowing where to tinker is the key

May 22, 2011

Perhaps you have heard about the man who was traveling on a dinner flight with a major airlines. When he opened his pre-packaged meal, right on top of the salad, he saw an enormous roach. When he got home, he wrote an indignant letter to the president of the airline. A few days later, a special delivery letter came from the president. He was all apologies.

"This was very unusual, but don't worry. I want to assure you that that particular airplane has been completely fumigated. In fact - all the seats and the upholstery have been stripped out. We have taken disciplinary action against the flight attendant who served you that meal, and she may even be fired. It is highly probable that this particular aircraft will be taken out of service. I can assure you that it will never happen again. And I trust you will continue to fly with us."

Well, the man was terrifically impressed by such a letter he had written, until he noticed something. Quite by accident, the letter he had written had stuck to the back of the president's letter. When he looked at his own letter, he saw a note at the bottom that said, "Reply with the regular roach letter!"

I'm afraid that we have gotten so caught up in our positions, our notoriety, our image...that we have forgotten how to deal with those that honestly seek our help?

I spoke in the schools in Wichita Falls and a 14-year old girl came up to me to visit. She had already had an abortion...had attempted suicide...and had recently lost her father in death as he was successful with his suicide attempt. There was no standard "roach" letter to be given to this girl as she was honestly searching for some answers.

We live in a hurting world. No matter where we walk in life - we are constantly running into people who are going through some traumatic times.

As we go through life -- I am often reminded of those that I call my friends. It may not occur very often, but occasionally I will run into a situation that I don't know how to handle and I will call on one of them to help because they know where to tinker in life that makes things run smooth again.

True friends are those we can count on that will help us make it through life. Perhaps you will have an opportunity this week to be one of those true friends.

E-mail: drdaviddavis@yahoo.com, www.reporternewssports.com

From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Building the Bridge of Credibility

May 10, 2011

It is that time of the year to go to the voting booths. I want to encourage you to vote. That's why our young men and women, who serve in our military, sacrifice their lives so we can have the freedom and privilege to vote our convictions.

It is also a time that we need to cast our vote for those who deserve to be elected and will represent the people and not project their own personal agendas.

There are certain things all of us are going to experience in life. I like to refer to them as Life Lessons.

Some things teach us a lesson; others things provide warning; and yet, others things give us an example of what to do or not to do...all of which I believe is to build a bridge of credibility to those that we come in contact with each day.

Perhaps you have heard the term used "credibility gap." To say that something or someone is "credible" is to say it is "capable of being believed, trustworthy." To refer to a "gap" suggests a "breach or a reason for doubt."

Citizens frequently doubt the promises of politicians. Creditors no longer believe it when they hear "the check's in the mail."

So why the subject of credibility? Because people, who are in public leadership positions, need to make sure that their life speaks of honesty, integrity, and strong moral character. That means being true in their public and private dealings.

It is amazing when people take on leadership positions in a community and they believe they don't have to operate under the same set of rules as the rest of us. They believe they are people of privilege.

Many think they won't be found out -- but in time -- things begin to leak out and their credibility comes under fire because they believe they are beyond accountability for their actions. Such are those who need to be replaced with someone else who values moral integrity and honesty.

It is disturbing when the credibility of someone comes under question. It is even more discouraging when you find out it is true.

That's why that you, as a voter, need to take a good hard look at some of the candidates to make sure you are voting for people who walk with honesty and integrity.

We need to place a high value on our word and our actions toward others.

While it is impossible to please everyone - and, by the way, it is futile to try...we can know who we are on the inside. We can live with ourselves when we have chosen to live a life that is honorable to the One Who made us.

Credibility and integrity walk hand-in-hand as it pertains to each of us. It should be something we protect at all times.

E-mail: drdaviddavis@yahoo.com, www.reporternewssports.com

From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Mother's Day means much to all of us

May 3, 2011

We are getting ready to celebrate another Mother's Day and I hope that everyone takes time to make that call if your mother is still living or take the time to ponder the legacy that your mother left behind if she has already gone to her resting place.

I will call my mom in Duncan, Oklahoma. Sunday (May 8) will be my dad's birthday...he would have been 95. He has been gone, physically, for nine years, but he is still in my heart.

While a dad works hard at his job, as do many moms, it seems that most of the lessons we learn in life that stick with us came from our mother.

You know the times that you say, "My mom used to say..." They didn't think you were listening, but I guess delayed remembrance sets in when we get older -- especially when we have children of our own. My mother taught me a lot in life.

•     My mother taught me ESP - "Put your sweater on; don't you think that I know when you're cold?"
•     My mother taught me TO MEET A CHALLENGE - "What were you thinking? Answer me when I talk to you... Don't talk back to me!"
•     MY mother taught me PATIENCE - "Sure, you can do that. As soon as you're 21 and leave the house!"
•     My mother taught me DIPLOMACY - "I don't want to hear who started it, it takes two to fight."
•     My mother taught me SHARING - " Play nicely with that or I'll just take it away from both of you."
•     My mother taught me ETIQUETTE - "Use your fork! If I see that hand on the table again I'll slap it!"
•     But most of all, my mother taught me LOVE - " You know that whatever you do or whatever happens, I'll stand behind you because I love you."

My mom and I went through a lot together when I was a little fella. Well, mostly it was her that went through a lot after my real dad left us when I was three-years old. I know that for a year-and-a-half -- it wasn't easy for her. Then my step-dad (I always called him dad - and he was to me) married my mom and then adopted me and gave me his name.

But prior to that time, there were only two things I really remember as a three-year-old. I remember standing on the corner of the street crying while watching my mother walk to work near downtown Duncan (we didn't have a car) and I remember some people bringing us groceries to our house when we didn't have any food. But, somehow, we made it.

As the years progressed, I remember that I found comfort in talking to my mom about most everything. It was always my desire to make her proud of me. I know she tells me she is proud, but we never outgrow that desire - no matter how old we may get.

I know that with my four children, I have always tried to be available to them, but I know that there are some things that I cannot do for them.

The only thing odd about my four children was when they were little, the times they got sick (and would throw up) -- they would call out for dad. Not sure why.

My youngest daughter, who just turned 20, was talking to her mother the other day and I asked her what it was about and she said, "Dad, it's a girl thing!" -- meaning that it wasn't any of my business. That's cool! And I understand.

While another Mother's Day is approaching -- I want to say, once again, that I love you mom. Since you don't have E-mail and I'm too busy to send a letter by snail mail -- it is just easier to send my love to you in my weekly column since I know you read it. Hope to see you soon.

E-mail: drdaviddavis@yahoo.com, www.reporternewssports.com

From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

People are sure irritated in today's world

April 26, 2011

I don't know about you, but does it seem like people are more irritated in today's world? I mean even the little things that cause people to honk their horn, give you that go-to-heaven stare, and some other gestures that we can't mention in this G Rated column.

Maybe it is the economy that has people on edge. Maybe the loss of a job or a loved one. Perhaps it is trouble at home or school. Who knows why so many people are on edge, but they are.

Last week, I pulled into the Kroger parking lot to get gas. A car was right behind me. As I slowed down for the speed bump, the car began honking because the driver thought I should be going faster.

(Intermission: Definition of speed bumps is to keep people from driving in a congested area too fast. Duh!)

I turned to go toward the pumps and so did he. Everyone was trying to get gas and it really ticked him off that I got the last available pump. I got the old go-to-heaven stare, but he reconsidered the gesture -- which was a good thing.

For many years - I traveled for 35-40 weeks out of the year speaking across the nation in schools with the D.A.R.E. program. That meant a lot of time in the air and also having to deal with airports which was nowhere near the hassle as it is today.

Ever wonder how those airline ticket agents keep their cool when confronted by an irate passenger? This will serve as a warning to you in the future. Read carefully because it is true.

I was visiting with a young man last week who told me of a flight he was getting ready to get on recently. He said he was standing behind one of the rudest travelers he had ever seen. This guy was yelling at the young ticket agent who was doing her best to keep a smile while listening to words just short of vulgarity.

The man was telling her that he had a big convention to go to in Chicago and he couldn't afford to be late. On and on he went until he finally got his ticket and headed for the departure gate.

The young man stepped up, gave the ticket agent a smile, and asked, "How do you stay so sweet-spirited when dealing with such a jerk?"

The reply was simple and said with a devilish smile.

"I issued the man his ticket to get him to Chicago as he requested," she said. "However, I checked his luggage to Los Angeles. We'll see how he enjoys the convention in those same clothes for a few days."

Life is too short to go through each day with a short fuse. Take time to smell the roses and enjoy the fragrance of a friendship with those who mean the most to you. Your smile might be the medicine that someone needs to make it through another day.

E-mail: drdaviddavis@yahoo.com, www.reporternewssports.com

From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Gizmo's - making life easier - Part II

April 19, 2011

It has been almost a year since I wrote a column by the above title -- except I have added Part II since I will share more gizmo's that I find hard to live without.

In the previous column - I shared such items as the  West Bend Egg Cooker, Microwave Egg Muffin Pan, Rival Electric Skillet, Oster Vegetable Steamer, Presto PowerPop Popcorn Maker, the Panasonic Rice Steamer/Cooker, or the Kitchen Gormet Waffle Maker.

Since I do most of the cooking around my house, these above items are essential to making menu's interesting for the family.

I have added a few more gizmo's to the closet or drawers that you might find fascinating to use if you are the primary chef for your family.

A recent addition is the Sanyo Indoor Smokeless Grill. It is 17"x12" open grill that earns favorable reviews for its cooking performance, adjustable temperature control and large (200 square inches) cooking surface. Testers find it easy to clean with its removable dishwasher-safe drip pan and say it sears meat well. Everything cooks nearly as fast as on a regular propane grill without the burning and flames!

It does create a little smoke naturally, but not like an outdoor grill as the drippings fall into a small amount of water in the bottom which quenches any major smoke while the grill itself is what actually touches the meat/chicken/hamburger meat, etc.

You can place it on your stove top burners (make sure they are off) and turn on an exhaust fan which makes the cooking process almost smokeless though the delicious smell with permeate the house to wet those tastebuds for the anticipated mouth-watering feast.

You will need to go to Amazon.com and type in Sanyo Grill to order yours.

Here is another little gizmo that I found helpful. It is a Tomato Slicer. The slicer will cut the tomato into 10 - quarter inch slices. For best results use chilled and firm tomatoes only. Place the tomato on a plate or cutting board and saw back and forth to cut the slices. This slicer is made from sturdy stainless steel and is dishwasher safe. Measures: 12 L x 3.25 W x 1 H. It looks just like a spatula with blades.

Another new discovery is my Egg Slicer. Simply place hard boiled egg on the base cup and lower the set of thin wire blades which easily cut through the egg for perfect slices to add to a salad.

One more gizmo that every home shouldn't be without is the Apple Slicer. Just place the round part of the slicer over the stem and press down. The apple is sliced and the core is separated from the slices. Quick and easy for a delicious snack.

Well -- that just about does it for now. By the way -- I have two George Foreman grills - one big and one small. If you want them - let me know and I'll drop them off at the Reporter News office -- no cost to you. Otherwise - they will make a new home at Salvation Army or Goodwill. The Sanyo Grill knocked out good 'ole George!

E-mail: drdaviddavis@yahoo.com, www.reporternewssports.com

From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Nostalgia....

April 12, 2011

Nostalgia. One word that means so much and covers a large period of time that seems only like yesterday. As I recently saw a definition of nostalgia which read , "That abnormal yearning within us to step into the time tunnel and recover the irrecoverable. That wistful dream, that sentimental journey taken within the mind -- always traveled alone and therefore seldom discussed."

It seems that after we get into several months of a new year -- it brings out the nostalgia in all of us more than at any other time.

Funny how it was when we were kids. We hardly remembered anything that our parents told us -- and yet, as adults -- we recall 20, 30, 40, or more years of what our parents said as if it were just yesterday.

Don't worry -- your kids may not remember what you teach them or show them today, but they will later on. We are all proof of that aren't we?

This time of year -- the crisp cool air, the clear nights with the stars twinkling at us as if they know we are looking exactly at them, and the early morning sunrise reminds us that we are wondrously made and live at a most blessed time.

Taking the time to remember is healthy and allows us to recall those special moments in life despite the daily pressure of meeting life's deadlines, fulfilling the expectations of others, and facing the turmoil that life has to offer which is constantly blaring from our televisions and radios.

Nostalgia.

Here's where it sometimes starts.

* A walk in the park.

* A quiet visit to the place where you were raised.

* Looking over old photos when you were growing up.

* Watching your now-grown "child" getting ready to flap their wings out of the nest.

* Standing silently beside the grave of a close, personal friend or relative.

* The smell of cooking outdoors.

* An old letter, bruised with age, signed by one who loved you.

* Getting alone - all alone -- and taking the time to remember.

* Saying good-bye.

Ah, yes -- you've been there. I can tell by that smile that you're trying to hide.

I get tickled when I hear some of the old timers say, "Those were the good 'ole days." Of course -- when you talk to those who went through the Great Depression - World World II - the Korean War -- and, in my case, the Vietnam conflict -- those weren't the "good 'ole days." But -  they were times when people appreciated what little they had and what they have now -- or at least they should.

I think it is healthy to get alone and think about things in the past -- especially those events or people that have touched our lives in an unforgettable way.

While, in most cases, we can't make the past into the present -- we can certainly be filled with thoughts that bring a little smile to our face and a peace that can't be purchased.

However, we should never make the mistake of just living in the past and ignoring the present opportunities that life affords us.

Those special events or people that invade our lives give us an opportunity to make new and lasting memories that can never be taken away from us. And sometimes they come when you least expect it...and then you are never the same.

So - take a drive and get alone sometime this week -- even if it's for only an hour. Give nostalgia the go-ahead signal. Let it run free -- release your grip and see where it takes you.

And if we meet on the back roads of our memory, I will be so pleased -- and I promise not to tell a soul. I'm good at keeping nostalgia secrets.

E-mail: drdaviddavis@yahoo.com, www.reporternewssports.com

From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

If Only

March 31, 2011

I am currently reading a book entitled: "If Only!" by David A Seamands. The whole premise of his book is dealing with those times in our lives when we have said, "If only I had done this or that. If only I had made better choices."

I read the story of a young man who reflected about opportunities that his dad had in life.

He wrote, "My dad was approached by the founders of ServiceMaster, which is this of course, huge multi-million dollar corporation in America. And they were neighbors, and they came to him when they were just starting and they said, 'Hey, would you like to get in on the ground floor and help us get started?' He said, 'Well, guys, why don't you just go clean your carpets, um, no thanks.'"

Well, that wasn't all. Another one of their neighbors was a man named Ray Croc. You might recognize that name; he was the founder of McDonald's! He came to dad and said, "Would you be interested? We're opening our fourth little hamburger thing called McDonald's Golden Arches. Would you like to get in on the fourth store?" "No, I'm not into hamburgers." He came back to him another time and said, "Hey, it's going pretty well. You know we're opening our seventh one. Would you like to get in on it?" "No, I'm not interested."

How many times do you think about, wow, what did I miss? I guess you just add those to the list of life's "if onlys," huh? Of course, you've got your own list. Maybe not opportunities to make a million, but a lot of missed opportunities of things in life in general.

This man in the story missed some golden opportunities with golden arches. But that was only to make money. We're talking about the opportunity to touch lives here. And it happens in the little golden moments that don't seem that important at the time. "If only I had taken the time."

Perhaps we might think about some of the simple things that occur in life. Those situations that happen in an instance and if you don't take advantage of that inward tug of your heart -- you know it will pass you by and you will say, "If only..." but it is too late.

My friend Bill Dahlkamp and I were in San Antonio for Pearland's 5A state semifinal game. We ate at Denny's (near the Alamodome) before the game. A man walked in and sat behind us...he appeared to be homeless.

When we left - we paid for his meal anonymously. It was an "If only..." moment that we didn't want to miss.

I hope you aren't one of those, "If I coulda, woulda, shoulda" type person. Those people miss out on blessing others as they walk through life.

There are times that certain moments happen in life that will never come your way again. When that inner churning takes place -- do what you know you should do and never look back. I promise it is worth the risk.

If you don't -- you might miss the greatest blessing or experience of your life and there never will be a second chance. Your life may change forever and you will never be the same again.

E-mail: drdaviddavis@yahoo.com, www.reporternewssports.com

From the cluttered desk...by Dr. David Davis

Automatic Flushers

February 1, 2011

I know this is a delicate subject, but when did Americans become so lazy that we can't flush our own toilets? It seems we are no longer capable of pushing down a lever; instead we have electronic sensors that determine when the toilet needs to be flushed. Everywhere I go, I run into these motion-sensing devices.

For many years, we have had these sensors on doors. When you walk up, they detect your presence and open the door. I don't mind these sensors because I usually am coming out of the grocery store, and it is convenient to have the doors open up automatically.

When my two oldest children, Lincoln and LeJoy, were little, we would approach an automatic door opener that opened when you stepped on the pad in front of the door. I used to tell them I had magic powers and would say, "Open!" and the door opened and they would giggle believing that I had a magic touch. Now that I have two grandtwins [Kayla and Cooper] - I will do the same with them except now I don't have to step on anything -- I just have to time it right with the sensors.

But someone is getting carried away with these sensors. You no longer have to turn on the water -- there is a sensor that turns on the water when you put your hands under the faucet. I've seen the sensors installed on hand dryers and paper towel dispensers.

You hold your wet dripping hands under the electronic eye, the paper will "supposedly" scroll down so you can "supposedly" dry your hands. When it doesn't happen, I figure I don't have my hands in the right position, so I begin to wave them like a chicken flapping its wings hoping it will detect me and eject something or blow out some hot air for me to dry my hands. Finally, I end up wiping them on my pants.

But the ones I like the least are the sensors on the toilets in the airports. Since I have flown many times overseas -- I find myself in these sensor operated toilets. Sometimes, it is like they have a mind of their own.

There are times when I have found myself in the Paris airport on my way to India, that I use the layover to change my shirt, socks, and - well, you know. I go into a stall and by the time I have removed my articles of clothing -- while moving around in front of the sensor -- the toilet has flushed about 20 times. Take my shoes off - toilet flushes. Move to get the socks - toilet flushes. Change shirt - toilet flushes. Change -- well -- you know - toilet flushes. Some guy probably thinks I have a bad case of Delhi Belly. The truth is, I'm just trying to change my clothes and freshen up for the final leg into New Delhi.

When I am finally presentable to exit to the sink to brush my teeth and shave -- toilet flushes as I leave.

Then I engage in the next sensor at the sink. So I hold my toothbrush under the faucet and again no water comes out...the story of my life. There I stand -- waving my toothbrush under the faucet.

There are many people who have built in sensors that act the same way.

There are those you meet that act like a sensor that opens the door. They are the ones you enjoy being around. They open up their heart, their help, and their hands to assist you in whatever venture you are attempting in life. They are the ones who put a smile on your face, a hop in your step, and a word of encouragement that life is going to be just fine.

However, there are those who have a sensor that flushes the toilet. They flush every idea that you have down the tubes. They are the ones who live by "my way or the highway" philosophy of life. They flush your dreams into oblivion. And they aren't much fun to be around.

So -- when you are walking along your daily path, remember that you have a sensor that detects the presence of others who approach you. You must decide what kind of sensor you are going to be to each and every one. I hope you will be the one who opens the door to let people experience your joy of living which will put a smile on their face as they move on to face the obstacles of life.

E-mail: drdaviddavis@yahoo.com, www.reporternewssports.com

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